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when the game has actual sex in it but still the hottest thing to ever come out of it was that thing Xavier did with his pinkie finger

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Loft talk Pt. Secrets

MC: Okay, this is a trust exercise. Why don't we go around the room and everybody gives one confession? I'll start first.

MC: I've made out with everybody in this room. Now, let's move on and you go, Zayne.

Caleb: Pips!?

Zayne: Thank you. My confession is.. I tried carrot cake once and I did not totally hate it.

Rafayel: It bums me out that I will never experience the joy of carrying a child.

Xavier: That was beautiful, man.

Rafayel: Thank you.

Sylus: Mine is, I will stop at nothing to make Rafayel experience that joy.

Everybody stares at Sylus

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i thought i would do something … genderfluid xavier

inspired by this!!

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quick one

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ID: A digital drawing of Janine and Ava from Abbot Elementary holding each other close, against a brown background. Janine's head is nestled in Ava's chest and she is smiling. Ava is looking at Janine with a soft expression and a smile. Ava has long wavy hair, and is wearing a light green jumpsuit. Janine has an apple pin in her hair, a kaki cardigan and a long brown stripped dress. Ava says: "Shut up, Janine" with a heart on the dot of the "i". Janine answers: "I love you too" with a heart in the "o" of "love". There are hearts around them. END ID

Jolie nana recherche jolie go 💚

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white people’s peaceful perversion of MLK will always piss me off. They love to white wash him for their comfort when, if people would read, he saw riots asnot only acceptable, but mandatory in the face of violent oppression. Right before he was murdered, he was thinking of changing his strategies to become more assertive and aggressive

something really vile about Bernie Sanders using MLK as an example for how peaceful protests are better than riots as if he wasn't about to join in on more aggressive forms of protesting until they(white folks in power) took him out.

white people love to use king as an example but then forget they were the ones that killed him.

I hate liberals to an unnatural degree

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really fucking frustrating it's a common experience for black people to be told they're aggressive and scary for being rightfully upset at white ignorance and racism, often being told we're "racist against whites"

I got told I was leaning too much into "white devil talk" and that I'm aggressive because I am extremely irritated over the anti-blackness exerted by the white/non black people in leftist spaces. I usually try to word myself in a respectful and assertive manner but ig it's not too nice and cute baby talk for White folks who infantilize themselves over the smallest criticism towards their racism

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Me, selecting filters on Ao3

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hopefully this doesn't get me crucified but it's something I noticed.

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Happy gay month to my gays because yknow theyre gay and stuff

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- hello hello!

let me introduce myself -

☾ sapphire/eden

☾ twenty four years old

☾ she/they

☾ requests status: open (pleasepleaseplease)

☾ absolutely batshit crazy 😛

☾ hello hello! my name’s sapphire but you guys can also call me eden, i don’t really have a preference between the two. i’ve had a passion for writing since i was old enough to understand words, and my birthday is 03/24.

☾ this is a fanfic blog that i have finally decided to make on its own (my old one was @edens-breathless-melodies but i’m moving everything here).

☾ i currently write for haikyuu, bnha, & love and deep space.

☾ this blog can contain/interact with dark content and nsfw content, so if you are a minor, please do not interact with me.

☾ ao3

☾ twitter (where i get my writing inspo)

☾ masterlist (will post at a later date) + tags:

💦. - thirst posts

✨. - nsfw

💌. - anon asks

🧸. - fluff

💔. - angst

🩹. - hurt/comfort

🌱. - asks

☀️. - moots

☾ i’m going to state this again - if you are under 18 years old/don’t have an age in your bio, i will not hesitate to block you.

+ this is to keep both myself and you safe, so please just do us both a favor and listen.

☾ writing belongs to @edens-melodies please do not repost without permission ☾

☾ updated: 06.01.2025

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Here is the fluff i made for you guys<3

He always came home tired.

But he always came home.

You could tell how hard his day had been just by how he kicked off his shoes if they were flung to the side, it meant he was pissed. If he neatly lined them up, he was still holding it all in. But today, when you heard the door open and his steps shuffle softly into the apartment, you looked up from the couch and knew.

Shoes off. Tie loose. Face soft.

“Hey,” you smiled, your bonnet tilted to the side like it had been fighting gravity all day. “Long day?”

Nanami exhaled like he’d been holding his breath since morning. “Always. But better now.”

You stood, padding over in your fuzzy socks and oversized shirt — his shirt and wrapped your arms around him. He melted into it, burying his face in your neck, arms encasing you like you were the only peace he’d ever known.

“Missed you,” you mumbled against his collarbone.

“You saw me this morning.”

“I know. Still missed you.”

He chuckled that quiet, low rumble that was more breath than sound and kissed your forehead. “You’re a little clingy today.”

“Blame you,” you replied, tugging him toward the couch. “You made me fall for a man who works too hard and smells too good.”

You both collapsed onto the cushions, his hand finding its home on your thigh while you straddled his lap, your arms draped over his shoulders.

“You hungry?” you asked, playing with the hem of his shirt.

“No. Just want this. You.”

You kissed him.

It was slow like he was tasting the one thing in life that didn’t rush him. Like he had all the time in the world.

The next morning, he lingered longer than usual.

Held you tighter. Kissed you harder.

“Don’t forget your lunch,” you reminded, handing him the neatly packed container.

“I won’t,” he said, tucking it into his bag. Then, softer, “Thank you. For always taking care of me.”

You blinked. “You say it like you won’t be back.”

He hesitated.

“I’ll be back,” he said. “Always.”

You didn’t hear from him after that.

And you knew something was wrong.

When Gojo died, your stomach dropped. When they said Nanami was headed to Shibuya, it turned.

You paced. Prayed. Waited by your phone like your life depended on it.

And then—

You got the call.

“Nanami… he didn’t make it.”

The world blurred.

Your knees buckled.

You never asked for details, but you found them anyway. Rumors from other sorcerers, broken descriptions of how he died still helping others. Still standing tall even as he burned.

Still fighting — until the very end.

The last thing he saw was Yuji’s face.

The last thing you said to him was “I love you.”

The last thing he left you was a half-eaten lunchbox in a bloodstained bag, returned to you by trembling hands.

You slept in his shirts now. Talked to him when no one was around. Hugged his pillow at night like it might bring him back.

And every day, you packed your own lunch still using his favorite container because some small part of you refused to believe the promise was broken.

That he wasn’t coming back.

That he didn’t want to.

Because Nanami Kento always came home.

But this time, he didn’t.

A week later, you found the brochure in his drawer the one for the beach in Malaysia he always talked about visiting. He said it looked quiet. Peaceful. “The kind of place you don’t need to talk to be understood,” he once said, thumbing the image of the blue water.

Now, your voice broke as you traced that same image. You could almost hear him — soft and calm asking you to join him in the sand, to watch the sun go down and say nothing at all.

Maybe one day, you’d go.

Maybe you’d sit by the shore and wait.

Not for a miracle — but to feel close to the only place he ever dreamed of running toward.

Because that was Nanami.

Always chasing peace.

Even if he had to leave you behind to find it.

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IDW Sonic #69 - 70 in nutshell

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“four days?”

satoru pauses mid-sentence, raising his eyebrows. “uh–, hm?”

you can feel the irritation building in your body. “you haven’t slept in four days?”

suguru continues washing dishes as he silently observes the interaction. he knows better than to get involved when he hears that tone.

your other boyfriend clears his throat, shuffling back and forth on his feet. whatever story he was telling has been completely forgotten about.

“satoru, you’re about to piss me off.“

“baby!”, he whines, drawing closer to put his hands on your waist. you don’t return his touch, opting to keep your arms crossed over your chest. “baby, the higher ups needed me for these missions.”

“i don’t give a d–,” you pause, narrow your eyes at him, and sigh. “i don’t care.”

satoru gives you a puppy-eyed pout, glancing at suguru for help. help he unfortunately won’t be receiving.

“it’s fine.” satoru tries to calm your anger. he gently squeezes your hips, resting his forehead against yours. he can’t tell it isn’t doing a thing.

“i only have a few more days of missions.” your face twists into something wicked. satoru would’ve kept this from you, but he knows if you found out afterwards, his life would probably be on the line.

“you’re not going.”, you snap. “tell them you’re using time off. matter of fact, go upstairs and get ready for bed. i’ll tell them myself.”

“babyyyy.”, satoru whines again at you. “you know I don’t like you talking to the higher ups–“

“you know i don’t like you abusing yourself for their sake. now you’re on a sex ban. get upstairs, now.”

he sputters. “wha–?! a sex ban?”

“that’s what i said.”

the glare you give him lets satoru know you’re not joking in the slightest. he shares another glance with suguru, but your tone seeps of finality. he’s fucked up, royally. no pouts, pleads, or puppy-dog eyes will get him out of this one.

he utters a final, dejected ‘yes ma’am’ and carries himself off to bed.

with satoru taken care of, you raise a brow at your other partner who has remained silent throughout this entire ordeal.

“when’s the last time you slept?”

suguru has nothing to worry about. even with his sporadic insomnia, he was able to get at least 6 hours of sleep a night in between his own missions. so, he doesn’t know why he’s sweating so hard.

“yesterday.”, he answers with a timid, placating smile. “i slept almost all night.”

you study him for a couple seconds. it feels like hours to suguru. he withers under your contemplative stare, wondering if he sounded convincing enough for your liking.

“mhm.”, you hum at him, and suguru stops holding his breath. “done with the dishes?”

“i have a few more.”

“i’ll do those. you go upstairs, too.”

suguru can’t tell whether or not you believe him, but he also doesn’t want to argue with you. he slinks off feeling like he’s also been scolded, murmuring his own ‘yes, ma’am’ as he passes by.