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I was reading Mars and that part was just so satisfying.
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Me when I catch myself thinking "I wonder what it's like to be chosen by somebody" but then I remember my best friend chooses to be my best friend and my mutuals choose to follow me and the minimum wage employee chooses to give me sincere kindness that I remember years later because I was going through a hard time and it meant a lot
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may all your favorite fanfic writers never lose their hyperfixation and love for your blorbos so they keep writing fanfics about your blorbos forever
#a canon girlhood devastation#remaining in the fandom and seeing your fav authors move on is a something we don’t talk enough about#worst when they delete their works❤️🩹#i think about them and cherish the times it IS that serious
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"i had a really good time tonight," you say as you come to a stop at your doorstep. gojo doesn't even look like he heard you — too busy staring at you like you hung the moon.
eventually, he snaps out of it. "o-oh yeah, me too. we should totally do it again sometime. if you'd like." he looks down at his feet, cheeks already flushing a pretty pink.
"i'd like that very much." you smile up at him and he thinks he's going to pass out. slowly, you lean in until your lips were only a hair's breadth away from his.
"are you sure about this?" gojo asks you as if the answer wasn't already obvious enough. "what does it look like?" you deadpan and he huffs out a laugh before closing that nonexistent distance between you.
your arms loop around his neck and he grabs your waist to pull you closer. "been wantin' to do this for a while now," he murmurs against your lips. your mouth parts for him and he delves deeper, kissing you like he’s trying to memorize the shape of your lips. his hands flex at your waist like he’s not quite ready to let go.
beep. beep.
you both freeze.
gojo pulls back just enough to glance down, and you follow his gaze to his smartwatch, glowing innocently in the dark.
“abnormal heart rate detected.”
you blink. then bite your lip.
gojo glares at it like it betrayed him personally. “you’ve got to be kidding me.”
you burst out laughing. “are you okay?” you sputter between giggles. “no, actually,” he groans, dragging a hand down his face. “this thing’s a snitch.”
“you’re really that worked up over a kiss?”
“i’m really that worked up over you,” he mutters, clearly not meaning to say it out loud. he covers the screen with his palm like it’s embarrassing. “no, i’m just—” he clears his throat. “—very fit. obviously. peak condition.”
your eyes flick back up to his—his ears are a little red. “right,” you say, smiling. “so this had nothing to do with the kiss.”
gojo stares at the watch for a second. “…it’s broken. has to be.”
you raise a brow. “you sure? you looked a little...flushed.”
he scoffs. “flushed? me?” he waves a hand. “please. my heart rate didn’t even budge. if anything, i’m probably clinically dead. that’s how calm i am.”
without another word, you reach up again, hands curling around the collar of his jacket as you pull him back in. this kiss is slower. a little deeper. you don’t rush it—and you feel the exact moment he melts into it, hands settling on your hips like he’s forgotten all about trying to act composed.
beep. beep.
you pull back just slightly and glance down. the screen glows again. gojo lets out the quietest “oh my god.”
you bite your lip, trying not to laugh. “still very chill?”
he drops his forehead to your shoulder. “i’m never gonna hear the end of this, am i?”
“nope,” you say brightly, arms winding around his neck. “but i do appreciate the honesty. from you and your watch.”
“i'm breaking that thing first chance i get."
author's note. inspired by this
please do not steal, modify or translate my work.
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being weird and full of love can save you
and it might save those around you, too
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Two Women Kissing in Nature (b. 1859)
— by Georges Rochegrosse
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Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x f!Reader
Summary: Toji tries his best to enjoy beach day, even if it's vastly different than what they used to be
Warnings: Fluff
*Getting back into BG3 before Toji week was a bad mistake💀 here's day 1!! enjoy<3
Beach days aren’t like they used to be. Toji can no longer lust after his wife in a bikini because he has to watch over a brat who apparently can’t swim. Four years old and still can’t keep his head over the water, he should just let the brat drown. But no, he chooses to be responsible and sit in the sand with the kid.
“No, daddy.” Megumi scolds Toji who’s mindlessly staring at you. Toji, who is forced to make a sand castle with Megumi, can’t focus on the task at hand.
“What?” Toji looks back, a little taken back as his eyes land on the angry child. Megumi crosses his arms, eyebrows furrowed and a pouty face. Megumi huffs and puffs, yet he won’t say what’s wrong. “What is it, brat?”
Toji finally looks down at the bucket, realizing that most of it is full of water. He was just shoveling whatever he could grab. He throws the water back onto the ocean, attempting to do the task that the brat has assigned him.
“You suck.” Megumi gives the man attitude, something that would upset Toji if he hadn’t drifted into thought again. He’s watching you again as you lounge on the sand, reading your book. Oh what’d he do to go back in time, he’d enjoy this day like no other.
“Hey, why don’t you join–” Toji tries to get your attention, before getting hit with a bucket of sand. Toji sits in complete and utter silence for a minute before he spits out the sand that’s in his mouth.
“Megumi–” Toji stands up, wondering what the proper punishment is for what Megumi just did. There’s little thought to his actions, but he ends up stomping on the child’s hard work– And he’s filled with pride for a moment. A great teaching moment from Toji, until Megumi cries.
“Ma!” Megumi stands up and runs to you, crying about his destroyed sand castle (sand shed if Toji were to name it). You glare at Toji the moment Megumi comes to you, crying about how mean his daddy is.
“He started it!” Toji claims as he wipes some of the sand off his eyes. That isn’t going to cut it, he knows. Even the fact that he’s shirtless won’t help, that’s how upset you look.
“Toji, apologize to Megumi!” You yell at him, and he rolls his eyes. Next time he wants to come to the beach, he’ll drop off Megumi with the neighbor.
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at the insane stage of character obsession where i start getting the urge to post pngs of them every five seconds like im showing ppl a picture of my stupid ass boyfriend that nobody likes but me
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breaking news! new beautiful photo of the best species of frog in the world just dropped

cochranella euknemos, 📸 nuqui_herping on instagram
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