#wait let me exaggerate

[the-halfling-prince]

Me: what I'm totally neurotypical idk what you're talking about-

The the little annoying voice inside my head that I argue with for fun: Remember that summer after eighth grade where you watched How to Train Your Dragon four times every single day for two months and by the time summer was over you could quote the entire goddamn movie by heart?

Me: what that didn't- This is Berk, it's twelve days north of hopeless and a few degrees south of freezing to death. It is located solidly on the meridian of mis-

#I wish I was exaggerating #But no I watched that movie four times a day for the entire summer #And now I'm trans so idk #Maybe the pipeline is real #Not the point of the post tho #The point is #I either have adhd or autism (maybe both idk my mum won't let me get diagnosed because stupid reasons I don't feel like getting into rn) #and I should've seen the signs before now #Also I really fucking like how to train your dragon #Hiccup was the first fictional character that I really saw myself and my struggles in #Okay wait actually I lied there was like one day I didn't watch the movie because a season of race to the edge came out and I had to watch #it all in one day #at least i think so #That might've been the summer before tho those years all kinds blend together #my posts #aberdeen talks #so sorry to the people scrolling through the Httyd tag that has to see this #But I'm tagging it so #how to train your dragon

[britneyshakespeare]

you know i mentioned last night that i realized only *after* i started rereading david copperfield that since i recently became an aunt, i was gonna see the story from a whole new angle and start relating more to betsey trotwood. i didn't even think about how at salem house i was gonna be poor mr. mell...

#i mean i didnt really think about mr. mell much because he's more of a minor character #he doesnt come back throughout david's life like steerforth or traddles or emily or agnes or #or or or all these other dozen major characters #in fact i only think of salem house as a minor part of the book. the shit we gotta get through to get to aunt betsey again #in a sense i cant wait to be done with it again #but oh my god reading about the rowdy schoolroom and how he's hardly managing to handle his stress #MEEEEE!!!!!! ME AN EDUCATOR #diana rereads david copperfield #literally just let me fucking play my flute badly in peace #you know i really have grown up a lot in the past 5 years bc all the adults used to just be caricatures to me #in the sense that all of dickens' characters are kind of caricatures. theyre exaggerated and silly #whether theyre supposed to be archetypal good or bad people. #because the way dickens uses hyperbole. sometimes it's just too true! #like the assholery of steerforth. how disingenuous but charming and persuasive he can be #that is SO true to how it feels to look up to older people as a young child. david copperfield's yielding to him is so realistic #david copperfield's own childish innocence throughout the early chapters seems comical but is emotionally true to how childhood feels. #these were the parts of the novel that resonated with me very deeply at 19. and they still do #but oh now. now i understand the position of the working adults. especially since i work w kids now how different it all feels. #and have worked w kids for several years too. but only about a year after reading dc. actually almost 2 years #im one of the bumbling incompetent adults. oh dear. oh lord.

[chanagun]

My brain, at any point of the day no matter the time or situation: Baby, got me looking so crazy 빠져버리는 daydream Got me feeling you 너도 말해줄래 누가 내게 뭐라든 남들과는 달라 넌 Maybe you could be the one 날 믿어봐 한 번 I'm not looking for just fun Maybe I could be the one Oh baby 예민하대 나 lately 너 없이는 매일 매일이 yeah 재미없어 어쩌지 I just want you Call my phone right now I just wanna hear you're mine 'Cause I know what you like boy You're my chemical hype boy 내 지난 날들은 눈 뜨면 잊는 꿈 Hype boy 너만 원해 Hype boy 내가 전해 And we can go high 말해봐 yeah 느껴봐 mm mm Take him to the sky You know I hype you boy 눈을 감아 말해봐 yeah 느껴봐 mm mm Take him to the sky You know I hype you boy 잠에 들려고 잠에 들려 해도 네 생각에 또 새벽 세 시 uh-oh 알려줄 거야 They can't have you no more 봐봐 여기 내 이름 써있다고 (Yeah) 누가 내게 뭐라든 남들과는 달라 넌 Maybe you could be the one 날 믿어봐 한 번 I'm not looking for just fun Maybe I could be the one Oh baby 예민하대 나 lately 너 없이는 매일 매일이 yeah 재미없어 어쩌지 I just want you Call my phone right now I just wanna hear you're mine 'Cause I know what you like boy You're my chemical hype boy 내 지난날들은 눈 뜨면 잊는 꿈 Hype boy 너만 원해 Hype boy 내가 전해 And we can go high 말해봐 yeah 느껴봐 mm mm Take him to the sky You know I hype you boy 눈을 감아 말해봐 yeah 느껴봐 mm mm Take him to the sky You know I hype you boy

#i wish i was exaggerating #but the way this song has a chokehold on me #buckle up for story time #I had to go to the emergency room yesterday for the worst headache I’ve ever had in my life #(like vomiting shaking I was legit scared I was dying but it was just a fun new breed of migraine for me) anyway #I couldn’t tolerate any noise or light so on the entire drive to the ER #the entire time in the waiting room #the entire time in the actual exam room before I got meds #I had hype boy playing on repeat in my head #because I could not listen to anything else or watch tv or do anything to pass the time and let’s be 100 here #I’m a little bit of an ipad kid I guess or autistic whichever you believe in #so I needed some sort of stimulation and my brain was like yes here I have what you need #hype boy #newjeans #and we’ll throw in ONE 458 by cix but that’s IT #anyway #how’s everyone else doing lol merry Christmas and happy Hanukkah #annie rambles #kpop #on my drama blog #sorry

[mrkis]

@ncteez taking piss breaks during our music and making me pause is the beginning of my villain arc.

#[m.talks] #IVE BEEN WAITING TO PLAY NCT U FOR FIVE MINUTES #thats over exaggerated but still #i just wanna listen to mark bro #and my wife is not letting me

[landofgay]

lol hospital did nothing. dunno what else I was expecting

#keep going to physio for the next year and a half and it might start to feel better is what i was told #:^) #i just. yeah. i really dont know what i was expecting #bf and dad insisted i go but i knew damn well they wouldnt do anything. this is the ER that has let my bf almost die twice now 🥲 #like im not exaggerating when he did finally get treated both times they told him if he had waited another day or another week #that he would have died. TWICE !!!!! #same hosptial that told a friend of a friend to drive herself to the nearest better hospital instead of offering an ambulance ride #while she was actively bleeding out from surgery complications #like godddddd. i wanna move away from this shithole town before they literally kill me

[mimiri22-6]

Cookie run community, I come here to flex once more! *Ahem*

I would do absolutely atrocious things if she asked me. This is the most queer I've ever felt. I want to bow at her fins and ask her what war crimes she would have me commit for her majesty. I've never felt this way about any fictional character ever. She is a cookie.

#black pearl cookie #help i want to be the right hand of a mermaid cookie #every decision I've ever made has led me to this moment #cookie run #all i want is to sit w her. next to her. be in her presence. if she'd let me. #or maybe just curl up on her giant lap. lean on her. hold her hand😳 hold her hand hold her hand hold her h #she's the only siren that would work on me... #i was exaggerating on falling in love w a cookie before. but this is Different. you don't know just how much i wish she were real so i #could be with her #i Need to be with her #... #if anything this has reassured me that one day i Will find my queen. the moment i feel this squishy little thing in my chest for someone i #find in real life. i think i might just ask them to marry me on the spot. #i have Literally Never felt like This Ever. I've unlocked a new emotion for me. this has reinvigorated my thirst for life and thinking i #have a chance out there #...oh damn wait the month just ended. has this been out a while? ive been on and off again with my poor little cookies. #also Are There Plushies??👀

[elytrafemme]

wish i could be all spiteful at my therapist saying that i have borderline functioning tendencies but not consistently enough for it to be classified as an abnormal behavioral thing. like i wish i could do what i’ve been doing for months and plan ways to get her to quit her job or put her in an uncomfortable ultimatum or do anything to get a different response to the same question i’ve asked her for two years. 

but instead... i’m just tired, honestly. like. yeah. my biggest curse is the fact that i can cope with things. which sounds twisted. but if i wasn’t able to cope, i would get help. these problems would be fixed because an intervention would be necessary and forced. but i don’t need an intervention. so the problems aren’t going away. 

and part of me says, so make yourself need an intervention. act out. do something crazy. but it’s like. i’ve already done that. i keep doing things that i say are out of control but are at least partly purposeful so that someone reacts to it. and it hasn’t changed anything. so there really is no way out of this conundrum except to keep repressing this anger over and over because there’s no resolution for it. 

weird. 

#neg #vent #nightmare.vent #negative #do not reblog #if something bad happens to me. i immediately present it to people #and also over exaggerate my issues. the only other thing i could add is lying to people but. #if i start lying. i would tell someone i'm lying. immediately. just so that they would say something. #there's really nothing left to do anymore. i think i've done just about everything to try and get an answer. #even when i was like. 11. i was doing unstable shit so that people would tell me what was wrong with me. #i know the real answer is to wait. do 2-3 sessions a week in the summer. do the same in college. #pay a shit ton of money to see an analyst. #that's what my therapist told me. she was really good today honestly. #she did say that she felt the same about the bpd thing. like when she was a kid she thought that she'd get diagnosed with it #but had the same realization i did. and i don't like that. #because i don't want to be like her. i don't really like her. #but i mean she said nice stuff today. was really really helpful as always honestly. #when i let her talk that is but. i don't know. it's not enough. #something has got to give. but my rock bottom has to be theatric and perfectly timed. #and there's never a time that feels good enough. #so i'm stalling probably yeah. but just. i need it to matter. i need to only do it once. #do something so appalling that people institutionalize me #i think maybe i'll start lying. baby steps. i don't know. #i don't fucking know. #also since. someone will say it. it's not that i'm hooked on getting diagnosed w bpd specifically. #the reason i bring it up is because my symptoms have aligned very closely with it for years and my therapist agrees with that. #it's the best of many examples of me being so close to an answer but it not being attainable.

[hauntingblue]

Started watching shogun cause I only have two op movies left and I got scared letsgo

#i thought op was exaggerating about sepokku but turns out not lmao #why is portugese english akdhaka #they are going to boil him.... oden style #so for what i am gathering wano is 1:1 waiting for when the dragon shows up #kiku???!!! lost an arm ???? born in 1600 aprox. welcome back beautiful #they also say gozaru. and gozaimasu (idk how to write it) lets see if i finally learn what it meana without googling it #en ingles too fuck me akdhakakk #fuck the enligsh que viva españa i cant. did the saying even exist in the 1600 xd #this man was gonna kill himself on the rocks before the sea could take him. damn #talking tag #watching shogun #probs wont make any more of these i will do you all that service

[chucklepea-hotpot]

Susan's what if scene in s6e11 makes so absolutely sick, nauseous and angry.

#desperate housewives #i know everyone's gonna reply to this that it's just normal fatphobic 2000s shit #but it pissed me off in particular right now #this woman has been getting on everyone's nerve about how mike is her soulmate and they are drawn to each other and meant for each other et #and i mean ok i get it i dont need to like her plot lines i can tolerate this bullshit #but her part in this episode was basically just: in this timeline mike wont fall in love with u. cuz ur fat #i know the message was suppossed to be bc susan couldnt really stand up for herself and give up life without karl #and in the end she realizes that as she sees how mike is happily married (?) with a baby coming #but the way it is visually told its just saying that susan still falls for mike #and he doesnt fall for her and the way he plays it its clearly because of her wait #*weight #let alone the fact how terribly that was made with the fat suit and the exaggerated way her face was made bigger #fuck you whoever did that #also the choice of putting her in way too tiny clothes to make it more obvioud that she's... well fat #she fat hahaha dont you see it?? he clothes are waaayyy too small and she us wearing flat shies instead of highheeld bc she's FAT AND UNSEX #fuck you 2000s fatphobia #this was longer that i intended it to be #tw fatphobia #cant believe a ranted about a desperate housewives episode on tumblr

[6ebe]

whenever I see asoiaf fans pulling out “the feudal contract” as some kind of gotcha power move abt anything I can’t help but laugh. Social contract theory as we know it was first elucidated by freaking hobbes during the English civil war no one during the war of the roses period was sitting around ruminating abt social contract theory. It didn’t exist 🤣🤣

#they treat it like some kind of binding law #these fans are so silly abt history AND politics #don’t get me wrong the ‘feudal contract’ existed although it’s mostly a modern term superimposed onto a historical phenomena #but the idea of contract theory in the sense that we understand it didn’t exist at that time #the idea that If the contract is broken the ruler is illegitimate and you have the right to rebel against them #that’s hobbes #also I just went and read a journal abt the feudal contract in Medieval English #England * #and even WITH a literal feudal contract (the magna carta) monarchs still didn’t ascribe to any real kind of meaningful #contract with their vassals . bc the body politic imagery didn’t yet exist #wait let me quote #meng (2023): ‘History shows that if we seek to elaborate on the reciprocity and even equality of the feudal contract #from the perspective of modern social contract theory and thus exaggerate the nobles’ right to resist the king #we will inevitably construct a mythical “feudal contract determinism.” #lol #<- I don’t even do medieval history anymore I just could tell it was a Bs argument so went to back my gut feeling up lol #maybe I should make a post abt this on r/asoiaf like it’s such a pet peeve of mine atp snshdjdkf

[sttoru]

Sukuna with clingy concubine 🛐🛐 like hella clingy, always clinging to sukuna, sitting on his lap and just following sukuna like a lost puppy

 𝝑𝑒 𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐒. true form!sukuna x concubine! female reader. fluff. little bit suggestive. size difference. reader is clingy, a bit of an airhead ig. reader gets called ‘girl, brat’.

“y’re annoying me, girl,” sukuna grumbles as he walks to the courtyard. you had magically appeared behind him the moment he stepped out of his room to get some fresh air.

you flash him an apologetic smile “i’m sorry, my lord.” you’re not sorry, sukuna knows, though he doesn’t comment on it. it’s been like this ever since a week or two ago. he cannot recall why you’re suddenly so much more affectionate.

he doesn’t wait on you, however, and takes big strides towards the courtyard. if your little legs can’t keep up, that isn’t his problem. you frown and take on the challenge that’s been thrown your way.

you increase your pace and nearly run after sukuna. you have to lift your kimono a little to make sure you wouldn’t trip over the fabric. it doesn’t seem like you’ll give up any time soon as you follow him with that same content expression on your face.

sukuna can’t believe that a human like you dares to even be in his presence for so long. he didn’t call for you, so why are you adamant on staying with him? he concludes that something must be up, “what’d you want from me?”

there hangs a silence between you two afterwards. sukuna’s slow yet heavy footsteps reverberate through the hallway, followed by your quick and light ones. you pout as you notice that the king of curses isn’t even sparing you a glance, “nothing at all. i just like to be with you.”

you add the latter as an afterthought. you don’t expect sukuna to react to that, so you continue to trail behind him into the courtyard. “tch,” you hear him scoff in annoyance. you’re sure he doesn’t mean any actual harm by that, so you don’t take it personally.

sukuna eventually sits down on the engawa, where the servants have placed the comfy zabuton cushions. there’s always one for you as well—right next to sukuna’s. it’s become a habit for the maids to include you in sukuna’s daily routines since you’re always with him.

you eye your own cushion, though don’t make an effort to actually sit down on it. sukuna stares ahead, not bothered to notice you at the moment. you look down at his lap, recalling just how perfectly you can fit on it.

you don’t waste any more time and plop down on his thick thighs, your back against his chest. sukuna’s brow twitches at the sudden contact. his bottom pair of eyes look down at you whilst the upper ones keep looking at the nature in front of you both.

“get off me,” the king of curses commands through a low tone. he doesn’t push you off, however. that alone should tell you enough; he’s tolerating your behaviour as per usual. or perhaps he secretly likes your proximity.

you shall never discover which of the two it actually is.

“nooooooo,” you exaggerate with a whine. you don’t want to. you wrap both of your arms around one of sukuna’s—clinging onto him like your life depends on it. he simply responds by sighing.

you know sukuna’s able to grab you by the collar and force you to sit down on the cushion beside him, but he doesn’t. your heart flutters every time sukuna shows some tolerance to your clingy behavior. it means that maybe—just maybe—he’s opening up to the idea of being more affectionate with you.

“such a fuckin’ brat,” sukuna simply puts one hand on your waist, the others supporting his weight on the engawa. he grumbles, but there are clear signs of him relaxing with you in his presence.

you chuckle at the realisation and swing your legs in excitement. sukuna unexpectedly bites your ear in response to your increased activity on his lap, “stay still or i’ll kick you off.”

you let out a small whimper as you feel his fangs gently sick into your earlobe. you jolt back and rub the skin with your hand, looking up at sukuna with a playful frown before teasing him back. you roll your eyes and answer him with a firm yet mocking, “sir yes, sir!”

sukuna clicks his tongue at your tease. you answer him like he’s some general in the military. that’s not the kind of relationship he has with you—it’s more than that. even though he knows you’re joking, he dislikes it when you call him anything other than ‘my lord’, ‘my king’, or just his name.

he finds great satisfaction in the way you refer to him as such. you’re the only one who can make sukuna grin each time you remind him of his status and the power he has over you.

the power dynamic; it’s addictive.

he needs more of it.

sukuna reaches out to grab your face with one hand, but you’re quick to pull your head back the moment you see that intimidatingly big hand coming down onto your vision. you clear your throat and apologise, “i mean—yes, my lord.”

the king of curses hums in content. that title is exactly what he had been looking for. he retracts his hand and settles it back down on your waist, patting your sides twice to show his satisfaction with your obedience.

you stop squirming around in his lap and simply lay back down in his arms. you close your eyes and nearly fall asleep because of the comfortable atmosphere. the slight breeze against your face is relaxing and perfectly compliments the warmth from sukuna’s body.

what a perfect way to spend your day.

#sttoru writes. #jjk x reader #jjk fluff #sukuna x reader #ryomen sukuna x reader #sukuna fluff #jjk x you #jjk x y/n #sukuna x you #sukuna x y/n #jjk imagines

[fooled-around-and-fell]

she's mean, and he loves her for it.

summary: your peers wonder how the ever-so-annoying gojo satoru can stand being in a relationship with you pairing: sunshine!gojo satoru x grumpy!female reader genre: angst, fluff warnings: none

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"Did you guys know Gojo-sensei is dating-" Nobara looks around left and right before whispering your name in fear that you might be around.

"Ehhh?" Yuuji's eyebrows knit together. "No way. She's so scary and he's so...happy."

Nobara agrees, "She never smiles -- kinda looks like she has a permanent frown, too. She scares me."

"You think maybe she intimidated him to date her?"

Megumi watches as his two friends bicker about whether you and Satoru look good together, not realizing that you've heard everything they said. Megumi notices you've arrived to teach them and clears his throat, catching the attention of his two friends. He glances at you to check how you're doing after hearing what they said, but as expected, you remain professional and stoic. But Megumi knows better, he grew up under your and Satoru's wings after all.

"Shit." Nobara and Yuuji mutter under their breaths.

-----

It's fairly common for people to question your relationship with Satoru. He's this... happy-go-lucky guy who annoys everyone except those on the same wavelength as him, while you keep to yourself, prioritizing your alone time, and taking things seriously.

Sometimes, too serious.

You never let it get to you, though, because you don't really care what people say. You and Satoru are happy, that's all that matters. Until recently, when those jerk Kyoto students came over to train, they started talking about you and Satoru.

"She's so serious all the time, I don't understand how Gojo puts up with her."

"I think he's scared to breakup with her."

"I bet she's high maintenance."

"Honestly, why is he with her when he can be with someone who's... not so difficult?"

You grit your teeth at that last comment. You can't tell who said what, but it doesn't matter. Their words got to your head and now you're angry. Angry because you're scared they might be right.

Does Satoru think you're difficult? You're not entirely sure how to show them that yes, you deserve Satoru despite being the dark, grumpy person you are.

Sighing, you decide to go home instead of joining the dinner. Satoru's not in there anyway, he just got back from a mission and is waiting for you at home.

Once you close the door to your apartment, you immediately feel Satoru's arm envelope around you from behind. He smells like fresh mint -- just got out of the shower.

"Hi darling," he kisses your cheek.

"Hi, Toru." You take your shoes off and give him a quick peck before making your way to the bedroom to put your stuff down.

Satoru watches you slowly, "hm, aren't you supposed to have that dinner with the Kyoto students today?"

Your jaw clenches, taking a second before shrugging. "Decided to skip it. I'm tired."

He just hums, "In that case, you wanna watch Bridgerton with me after your shower?"

"Again?" You groan, "Isn't it like the third time you've watched it?"

"Yes, and?"

"I'll skip, thanks."

He blows a raspberry and leaves you to shower while he lays down on the couch to watch Anthony Bridgerton fall in love with his Kate Sheffield.

While you were in the shower, the words kept coming back to you. Somehow more exaggerated. You're difficult. He doesn't like you. He's just tolerating you. Why would he be with someone who doesn't even smile? Look at him, Gojo is the epitome of sunshine. You're nothing like him. Why would he like you?

Groaning, you let the hot water wash away your thoughts -- though they don't really go away. Maybe you should just try to be nicer to Satoru, be more cheerful.

After your shower, you see him lying down on the couch while watching his show, and you sit on the other end, silently dreading having to watch the same show again. But you're doing this for Satoru, so you will.

With a satisfied grin, Satoru saunters over and lies down on top of you, his head resting on your chest. You smile softly, enjoying the tight grip he has on you and his soft hair between your fingers.

"How was the mission?" You ask, "Did you have to go to Shoko?"

Satoru shakes his head, "Sweetheart, it's me we're talking about here."

"You can still get hurt, Toru." You pat his hair gently, "I've seen you bleed."

"I'm always careful. Don't worry." He kisses your hand.

You sigh softly. You know Satoru is always careful, it's just that he always goes on missions alone, and more often nowadays that it makes you worry. Yes, he's the strongest, but you never want to take that for granted.

"Toru," You call him again, a little hesitant, "You know I love you, right?"

He lifts his head from your chest, staring at you with those big blue eyes. "Of course. And I love you. So much."

He kisses you deeply, now switching positions so you're lying down on top of him. "So do you want to talk about it?"

"No.." You mumble. Of course, Satoru knows. He isn't stupid. He can sense when something's wrong with you, just like how you can feel the scar on his hip that wasn't there before. He did go to Shoko.

But none of you say anything. You just hold each other tighter that night. It's more than enough.

-----

Satoru is on another mission. It's supposed to be easy, at least that's what he said 3 days ago. You haven't heard from him at all in 3 days and you're beginning to worry. Your frown is deeper than usual, you sigh more often, and your fuse is shorter.

Everyone's more scared of you.

You let the kids take a break while you try to collect your thoughts. You can't be seen so distracted, not when Satoru left you in charge of them.

"You doing okay?" You hear Megumi's voice approach you.

Blinking away the tears that almost fell, you turn around to face him. "I'm fine, Megs."

"I told you not to call me that..." He sulks as he stands next to you, leaning against the wall. He can see you're distraught, and growing up with you, there's only been a handful of times he's seen you like this.

"You know he's going to be fine, right?"

You sigh. "I'm just worried."

You remember once when Satoru didn't come back for a week. He couldn't be reached, no one could track him down, and you were just at home, taking care of Megumi. The boy's more like you than Satoru, he's not exactly sensitive or cheery. But he knows when you're feeling sad, so he'd stay up with you, praying for Satoru's safety.

"Guys!" Yuuji runs towards you and Megumi.

"What is it, Yuuji?"

"It's Gojo-sensei-" He pants, "He's back!"

You run as fast as you can with Yuuji and Megumi, and you can finally see your white-haired, blue-eyed boyfriend limping his way back to the school grounds.

He raises his hand and waves to you with a big smile despite struggling to walk. "Tsk-" You frown even more, feeling the tears pooling again as you walk towards him and catch him in an embrace.

"Umph-" He groans. "Hi, baby."

You let go of him and check his injuries -- he's healed most of it himself, thank goodness, but the bruises are still there. "We need to go to Shoko-"

"Mm, that can wait." He pulls you to sit down on the soft grass, hugging you once again. "It's okay, I'm here now."

You choke on your own sobs and hug him tighter, sitting between his legs and burying your head in his chest. "You idiot."

"'M sorry for makin' you worry," he smiles gently, leaving kisses all over your face.

As you cup his face in your hands, you're suddenly very aware of the 3 pairs of eyes staring at you both. Noticing it too, Satoru covers your red, embarrassed face. "Okay, nothing to see here. Go.. do something. Scram. Skedaddle."

Once the kids are gone, he chuckles and thinks you're being really cute. "They're gone, sweets."

You glare at his teasing smile.

Satoru wipes away your tears, kissing your frown away. "What took you so long?" You ask after kissing him deeply, not letting him go.

A smirk lingers on Satoru's lips. "I took a detour to Kyoto after the mission to teach some kids a lesson."

#gojo satoru x reader #gojo satoru #gojo x reader #gojo angst #gojo fluff #gojo satoru x you #gojo x you #satoru x you #satoru x reader #satoru angst #gojo satoru angst #gojo satoru fluff #gojo satoru jjk #gojo x female reader #gojo satoru x female reader

[feidude]

i have so much due on sunday it’s actually insane

#im gonna CRY #but not today tho 😎 #today im just gonna be chilling #bc self-care #also i forgot to take my meds this morning so now what #i was contemplating on taking them now anyway #but i dunno it’s almost afternoon #ugh i need to register for classes tmrw #and they let us know yesterday #which was…nice #im waiting on an email from my advisor rn and i am trying not to think abt it #i don’t even know how their system works tbh it’s all so confusing :/ #my other college preps us in advance so we can make time for meetings if we need to #anyway that’s been stressing me out a bit #hm what else #oh yeah i need to clean out my desk area #a raccoon could be living there for all i know and i wouldn’t have noticed #im exaggerating it’s not that messy #i think

[luveline]

i have a request for roommate!spencer where he's just miserable that no one remembered his birthday at work but when he gets home his roommate just welcomes him with the most thoughtful gift and a warm hug PLEASE

thank you for requesting! <3 fem!reader

The lights are off. The air conditioning blows a shade too cold. Spencer shrugs off his jacket and acknowledges that, despite his awful, aching day, it’s nice to be home. 

The living room is clean where it hadn’t been this morning when he left. If he had to clean it by himself, he’d die. It must’ve taken a good hour or longer, even the floor shines sparkling clean. 

“Hey?” he asks into the open air, wondering where you are. 

“Spencer!” you yelp from the kitchen, “Hey, what took you so long? It’s almost seven!” 

He sighs to himself with a great dash of self-pity. “I know. Had to stay and finish something. You cleaned?” 

“I had to! Quick, come in here, I need your help with something.” 

He doesn’t want to help, he wants to lay down in bed. Spencer wonders how a normal person, a normal boy, would feel after a day like today. He wonders if Morgan would go home and lay in bed and cry. He wonders if it could ever be possible for everyone to forget Morgan’s birthday. 

Spencer hangs his jacket on the rack and puts his bag by the shoes. He’s tempted to go to bed and pretend he hasn’t heard you, but he supposes he shouldn’t. He’d sort of been hoping you’d text him happy birthday, and but that never happened. He doesn’t think anybody in the world besides his mom knows what day it is today, and Spencer had to remind her, so. 

“Spence,” you say, your smile of a calibre he’s never witnessed, standing in front of the kitchen island with your hands behind your back, “I hope you know I’ve been waiting two whole hours for you to get back. Actually, I’ve been waiting all day, but you can’t be blamed for working. Okay. Are you ready?” 

“Am I ready? What did you want help with?” 

You step to the side, grinning, the sleeves of your nice blouse like big, soft petals around your wrists and against your thighs. “Tada!” you say, guiding his attention to the silver platter on the countertop, a chocolate cake at centre stage and stuck with candles, flames aglow. “I rushed to light them when I heard the door,” you tell him, and he can hear your breathlessness now, your excitement for him evident. “A lot of candles, you’re getting old! Too old for chocolate sprinkle. I should’ve got you something sophisticated.” 

“You got me a cake?” 

“It’s your birthday,” you say happily. “Happy birthday, Spencer. I got you some presents, too, but the cake is the best, it’s from the Leaven. How fancy is that?” 

“Will you sing?” he asks. 

He doesn’t know why he asks. He’s mostly kidding, but you smile shyly and beckon him toward you. “I’ll sing. Come stand over here.” 

You sing him happy birthday, and he blows out his candles, only ten candles altogether but enough to feel like a kid as the heat kisses his chin. 

“Okay, and I got you this,” you say, finally pulling both hands from behind your back, seemingly eager to move the focus from your performance.

It’s a bundle about as thick as an average novel. He knows it’ll be books before he opens it, because you know him, and it’s in your nature to give him your everything. 

He doesn’t look at them. He takes the package blindly and shoves it onto the counter, wrapping you in a hug so hard it makes your back click. “I’m sorry,” he says, but he doesn’t let go. You don’t make him. “Sorry, I just– I–” You’re the only one who remembered. “Thank you for the cake.” 

You hug him not quite as hard, but tight. “Hey, it’s okay. I love you, you’re my best friend ever, you can pop me like a roll of dough any day of the week.” You might be exaggerating. Spencer doesn’t know. “But especially today, you know. You can have anything you want.” 

Spencer should let go. Anything you want, you’d said. He hugs you until he’s sure you’re sick of him, your thumb pressing little circles into his shoulder, his arms tucked up under your armpits and around your back. “Thanks,” you murmur.

“What?” he asks. “For what?” 

“For such a good hug. And being a great roommate. And for not complaining about the candles.” 

“The candles are perfect.” 

You lean back in his arms. “Thank you. Now what do you want first, cake or dinner?” 

Spencer really wants another hug. “Um. Cake?” 

“Good choice, handsome.”

His cheeks are pink by the time he gets a slice, but it’s the best birthday cake he’s ever had.

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[tootiecakes234]

There is no such thing as being pissed and not sleeping in your shared bed with Katsuki at night.

You have gotten pissed at him several times and been too upset to sleep in the same bed as him.

To be honest you only did it because you KNEW how much he looked forward to holding you at night. He’d spilled his guts one night when he’d had one too many, about how much it calms him to be wrapped around you when he sleeps. Just knowing you’re safe and feeling your warmth mixed with his.

You’d never told him about that night and maybe it was a little toxic using that against him when he upsets you but🤷🏾‍♀️ oh damn well.

But it’s not like it ever does you much good anyways.

You guys had gotten into an argument, so you’d gone and showered, getting ready for bed. Kats was already in there laying down and it seemed like he was almost asleep already.

(Men being able to fall asleep 2 minutes after their heads hit a pillow will never not baffle me)

Anyways you grab your pillow from your side and try to sneak off toward the living room.

“Ya seriously doing this shit?” He grumbles at you.

“Im not going to sleep somewhere im not comfortable… so yes I am. Night” and you walked out of the room and closed the door.

You made yourself comfy on the couch and curled up. It took you a while to go to sleep because whether you wanted to admit it or not, you were always more comfy intertwined with him too. He’s like a weighted, heated blanket.

It feels like you had just closed your eyes when you were slightly jostled.

You already knew it was Katsuki picking you up and carrying you back to your bed.

“Put me down. ‘M not sleepin with you ass face.” You mumble but find yourself snuggling closer to him.

“Your insults suck when you’re half asleep.”

“Katsu-“

“Shut up. If you wanna fight more in the mornin that’s fine but not tonight.”

“Whatever” you didn’t have it in you to argue. Also it wouldn’t have done any good. He does this every time. Let’s you get just enough into your sleep that he knows you’ll be pliable when he comes to get you.

Sometimes you’d wake and sometimes not but either way the next morning you woke up in your bed.

He laid you down and buried you under the blankets before he slid in on his side. Not like he stayed over there.

You felt his arms wrapping around you and his legs tangling with your before you felt a kiss pressed to the back of your neck.

“ Exhausted and my body pillow wants to sleep on the couch,” and he let out this huge exaggerated yawn, “ Ridicuous”

Wow, so where you saw him as a blanket he saw you as a pillow. What a dork.

“ I love you, can’t wait to piss you off again tomorrow”, he said into your skin but you’d already drifted back off to sleep.

Katsuki Masterlist

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[itsbansheebitch]

Rants at the Hairdresser

her, behind me trimming my hair: "it's so wild how big cars are. Seems a bit dangerous, ya know?"

me, enjoying the smell of the stuff she sprayed in my hair: "Yeah, apparently that's because it's cheaper to have a car classified as a 'light truck' since you can get past safety regulations and they have different frames."

her, who has paused working on my hair: "Wait, are you serious?"

me: "Yeah, apparently it's a lot cheaper for companies to do that. And it really sucks since driving one of those cars is super dangerous, but it's even more dangerous for other people, especially if they're in a smaller car. Since it would be more safe to be another driver if they ALSO have a 'light truck,' everyone is caught in a cycle of getting bigger and bigger cars. All of which are extremely dangerous and have made being a pedestrian even more dangerous."

her: deep in thought, silent.

me, happy that someone is letting me rant about this: "Oh, the new Cadillacs are the size of tanks. That's not an exaggeration, by the way."

her, stunned: ???? "what the actual hell???"

we're silent for a bit

her, hesitantly, since I look like white trash and she has at least 10 piercings and pink hair: "I feel like America has been that way for a while... ya know?"

me: "Oh yeah, I totally get what you're saying, like, putting profit over people's safety?"

her, assured now that she knows we're both too commie pilled for this kind of conversation with someone else: "Yes! Exactly! It really sucks, right?"

me: "God, tell me about it"

I was very happy with my haircut, btw. She's so good at her job. :D

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