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malebreastmilk · 1 month
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how nanami would sleep with you imagine(?)!!!
Nanami ♡ Doting
♡ sleepy!nanami reading some sort of book in bed with you by his side with his cute readers on, who will gladly read to you until you’re drifting to sleep if you’d like ♡ sleepy!nanami busying himself making sure you are sleeping in the proper conditions. are you too cold? have his extra blanket. are you thirsty? he’ll make sure he gets you your favorite drink before you sleep. is it too dark for you? the nightlight will be there by tomorrow and he’ll sleep with the lamp on tonight
♡ sleepy!nanami  who gives you as much space as you need in bed, preferring to allow you to have all the room you need to sleep, giving you a soft kiss before holding your hand as he waits for you to fall asleep before allowing himself to finally rest his eyes
♡ sleepy!nanami  always facing you as you sleep next to one another, the light of his life, dreaming of you rather than those long shifts “Hmm? You’d rather cuddle tonight…? Who am I to say no?”
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edmeom · 4 months
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jjk memes pt.8
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part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 9, part 10, part 11, part 12, part 13, part 14, part 15, part 16, part 17, part 18, part 19
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valleymorow · 6 months
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Never backed down and never gave up.
Our coping mechanism for this week's episode is being delusional. I refuse to think what happens next week's episode....i REFUSE.
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envy-of-the-apple · 2 months
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crying at the realization that Mappa making Suguru's betta fish a crown tail betta fish was so intentional. A crowntail's fin appears jagged and looks like it's been infected with fin rot. Finrot is a really common fish disease; It's slow-acting, but if you don't catch it soon, it will kill the fish. So many crowntail betta fish owners have lost their fish unaware their animal was suffering until it's too late
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myosh-i · 5 months
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"Malaysia... Kuantan would be nice "
His last thoughts were so beautiful and calm. All he always wanted was peace... Rest well ,Nanami.
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mountfujijogo · 3 months
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do you ever go:
🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢 men 🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢🤢
but then:
💞💖💗💘💓💗💞💓💖💞💓💗💞💖💗💞💓💗💖💓💗SUKUNA 💞💘💗💞💘💞💖💗💞💓💘💞💓💗💖💓💖💞💓💞💗💞💗💖💕💞💓💖💗💘
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xuanzangg · 6 months
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i cant stop thinking about how satosugu thought they have all the time in their hands and itafushi knew that they dont have enough time. the parallels are killing me.
satosugu thought they have all the time in their hands so they didnt confess while itafushi knew they dont have much time that's why they didnt confess.
this is hurting me physically, mentally and spiritually. i am slowly dying and it's my own fault for starting jujutsu kaisen without knowing the consequences of it. this will forever haunt me even after death.
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dilanyum · 6 months
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Kenny stands right where Geto stands in official art, guys i cant do this anymore
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giyubabe · 3 months
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I don’t even know what to say for the person who made this.
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embracethefeels · 7 months
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JJK Fandom after 236: Staying delulu is the solulu.
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meblushjjk · 2 months
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insaneption · 5 months
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"I've had a pretty good life."
Kugisaki....
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jqnehr · 7 months
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the strongest | gojo satoru
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the strongest was meant to live.
pairing : gojo x reader warnings : hurt/no comfort, angst, graphic descriptions of character death word count : 1.35k note : been spamming posts about gojo lately; this is genuinely the only way im able to cope with chapter 236 rn. it’s all too much. how am i supposed to continue jjk when the very character i started watching it for is now dead? so yeah, this is gonna hurt real bad and I cried writing this. you’ve been warned.
! not proof read
! do not copy, redistribute, translate, or use my work with or without credit in any way. thank you.
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The Strongest, Satoru Gojo, was not supposed to die.
Of course, death is inevitable. Satoru was arrogant, conceited and almost too sure of himself, but he was not so immature as to disregard that fact.
It had gotten to the point where he had won so many times, you yourself had foolishly begun to believe that he was invincible. That he surpassed the title of ‘the strongest’. It was like his power rivalled that of the divine.
However, that was soon proven false.
You instantly leapt from your position upon a mostly-untouched building, landing for the ground that was laden with rubble. Dust flew up at the impact of your feet hitting the pavement, Itadori’s desperate calls for you to come back and stay away echoing behind you and falling on stubborn, deaf ears. You knew it was much too dangerous. Sukuna could kill you—he was right there, and seemed to be speaking to Satoru…whose top half lay sprawled on the ground, his lower torso still standing upright.
Blood was gushing from both points where he was severed. How can this happen? Your breaths came out in short little puffs of panic and desperation, tears running glistening tracks through the dust and grime vitiating your features. You didn’t even see Sukuna’s attack that resulted in Gojo literally being split in half. 
Your steps were unsteady and your footing faulty, the debris hard to manoeuvre through. You subconsciously took care to not twist your ankle, but you knew that even such an injury wouldn’t stop you from getting to your boyfriend.
Please, you were muttering and whispering prayers to all known deities revered throughout the world, begging them to help you. Please, don’t let me be too late.
You were close enough now to hear Sukuna’s words. 
“…Once a technique is adapted to, the analysis doesn’t stop there. It continues to adapt furth—”
You had no idea what he was talking about—only one sole objective was on your mind. Get to Satoru, now.
You had interrupted Sukuna’s monologue by sliding to a halt down at Satoru’s side, your bare knees sliced open and bleeding from landing so roughly upon the wreckage littering the ground. You reached for his remaining arm, breathless and nauseous with panic. “Satoru!”
Although all that was on your mind was Satoru, the lingering sense of danger emanating from Sukuna didn’t vacate your subconscious. He was silent, coldly observing your distressed expression as you clung to Gojo’s remaining hand urgently. At any other moment, he wouldn’t have hesitated to decapitate any other foolish individual that dared to get in the way of him and his prey, but a sick mixture of respect for Satoru and pity for you left him still.
Streams of blood cascaded from Satoru’s mouth, those bright azure hues of his staring blankly at the cloudless sky. Bolts of panic pierced you with every second that passed by; every second where his lively eyes grew dimmer and dimmer.
“Love, look at me, please.” You tenderly gripped his right cheek, trying with all your might to hold your sobs in. Tears dropped heavily, miserably, from your eyes, splashing gently against his bloody face. Slowly, he blinked, sluggishly turning his sapphire gaze to yours, his stare wooden, life draining steadily from them with every second that ticked by. 
Thank god, he’s still conscious. Your relief, however, was short-lived. You’d seen this particular shine in a person’s eyes before—and it was never a good sign. He’s on death’s door. Forcing what you hoped was a comforting smile to your lips, you stroked his rough cheek—usually so soft and flushed with health, now rendered a sickly pale from the loss of blood—with every ounce of hope and love you had. Your other hand gripped his own weak one blisteringly. “You’re gonna be fine.” You promised not to leave. “Everything’s going to be okay, alright? I’m here. I’m staying.”
You knew that he was too weak to reply, but he managed to lift one corner of his mouth up into a half-smile, the attempt feeble. However, it was enough to tell you what he meant. You could see he was clinging onto the last remnants of consciousness he had left, for his gaze suddenly intensified and remained locked firmly on yours.
You knew Satoru well enough to see what he was saying. Stay strong for me. Were your eyes fooling you—considering how blurred your sight was from the tears—or was that moisture glistening on his lash line? 
The sight just pierced you even more. Unable to hold back any longer, the sobs finally broke out, wracking and shaking your body with deep, broken heaves. 
“No, no, no, no…!” you pounded one fist against his now-still chest, his striking ocean-blue eyes gazed lifelessly up at the sky, nothing but peace within them. “Satoru…Satoru…”
You were the only one brave enough to go down there, in the middle of the battlefield, right in the palm of Sukuna’s hand, mourning the death of the greatest, strongest Jujutsu Sorcerer of this age. 
Kashimo wasted no time in leaping into the fray. You knew you had to get out of the way soon, but it would be only death who could tear you away from the still body of Gojo Satoru. 
How? You whispered futile pleas to his unhearing ears, begging him to take in a breath and show he’s alive. Why didn’t you wait until Shoko or Yuta got here? Why didn’t you try your Reversed Cursed Technique in time? Why did you leave me?
You glanced up and saw a single, faint trail of a tear ease down from the corner of his eye, those cerulean hues glassy. Once so bright, so full of life, brimming with arrogance and good-natured teasing, now reduced to two opaque beads of lifelessness. 
You no longer felt that steady thump, thump, thump in his chest. And you would no longer see that gorgeous, dazzling grin. No longer feel his large, warm hands clutch yours tightly as you stroll through the bustling streets of Tokyo, bellies full of sushi and steak, laughing without a care in the world.
The Strongest wasn’t supposed to die.
The Strongest was supposed to stay with you forever.
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gege when I catch you gege
im crying too, dw.
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quinnyundertow · 2 months
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I wanted to post chapter 29 tonight but I’m having way too much fun writing this truth or dare game lmao. I think it will be worth the wait 👀
Teaser:
Toge with a smirk on his face takes the next card. The longer he looks at the card the more malicious his smile grows. Yuta looks at you hesitantly, “Okay now I'm really scared.”
Junpei mumbles something about noodles as you reach over to read Toge’s card for him, “It says, Group Challenge Card: Each player must answer counter clockwise starting with the one who picked the card.” when you read the rest of what the card says you choke on the candy in your mouth. “What was the category of the last- last porn you watched.” you swear you could hear the sound of a record stop as you all stared at each other.
Yuta immediately covers his face in his hands. While Toge, still smug, starts to text the group. Junpei groans at the sight of his fingers flying over the keys “I really don’t want to know what Toge gets off to…”
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myosh-i · 5 months
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Why Gege... whyyyy?????
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mountfujijogo · 5 months
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I don’t look like Mount Fuji😒
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