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I am so fucking serious me n who. me n who

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Real

jack of no trades. master of fuck all

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HE'S SO CUTEEEE!?!💖💖😍😍😭🙏 (zayne hold me tight)

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NO CUS I SAW THIS IN A MANHWA I WAS READING HOLY THEY'RE SO HOT 🔥

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MY BABY IS BACK LESSGO🔥🔥

NOBARA IS BACK LET'S FRICKING GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO

nobara nation we WON

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Do you guys ever had to tell ur personal problems in class because it's like graded and like a presentation or essay? Cus I absolutely hate it when they do that like why are you meddling with my business? Has it ever crossed your mind that the reason I'm keeping it personal is because I don't want unwanted people to know? Like it's personal for a reason, presentations or essays like this should be illegal because why would I ever want to tell a literal teacher in front of the whole class something that I'm going through?

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THIS SCENE 😭

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Life is so boring can I marry u rn?

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guess I'll just have to understand that in my mom's eyes, she could never love and care for me like she does to my brothers, no matter how much she tries to, they'll always be more important no matter what, and I'll always be the back up child whenever they let her down, because I won't, I can't.

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School starts at 6am

Me at 2am 👀

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RINDOUS BUTT CRACK WE WILL NEVER FORGET YOU 💔

Since it's now Ran's birthday that also means it's now been 2 years since this official art was released and immediately broke the fandom. Happy 2 years!

(No seriously If anyone wasn't here or doesn't remember it was a very funny time where everyone was laughing and freaking out together)

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"Wow, you talk about that character a lot" I want to fuck him.

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Yuta is literally gojo's successor, no literally a character to portray gojo, they're so different but so similar, different people same font, same objective, same meaning

Yuta saw gojo kill geto, then, yuta killed kenjaku.. Yuta was destined to continue gojo, crazy how both are deemed the strongest, and they're literally related

Everyone says gojo is turned into weapon, how about yuta? Just like gojo, since yuta has taken over gojo's body, he has to continue gojo's responsibilities, JUST LIKE HOW HE KILLED KENJAKU, maybe to lessen the burden for gojo, again, that portrays how yuta is destined to continue gojo

Now yuta continues to be gojo, now in gojo's body, again, to continue gojo's responsibilities, and try to end sukuna.

i don't think yuta will be able to kill sukuna unless something unexpected happens like hakari finally ending uraume and joining the fight with Yuji and 3v1 sukuna but like even if that happens they still got low chance imagine tryna beat sukuna in 5mins

Anyhow, if yuta dies, again, it just proves that yuta is destined to continue/follow gojo, maybe he will end sukuna like he ended kenjaku to lessen gojo's burden, but if yuta really dies well ig he's meant to continue gojo, even his death like imagine they bother get killed by sukuna AGHHHH💔💔💔

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you're sweating when you wake up, skin sticking painfully to your bedsheets as your bleary eyes dart around, attempting to make focus of your surroundings. the room is still dark, barely touched by the slight bit of moonlight that attempts to peak through the closed windows—defiant. it takes a minute to realize that the sounds that are breaking the silence are actually coming from your own throat—breathy, wheezing gasps of terror.

your stomach drops when your fingers grip cold and empty fabric. he's gone he's gone he's go—

"what are you doing up, pretty?"

your head snaps to the doorway. satoru stands there, sweats hanging low on his hips even as his hand remains curled around a glass of water. his hair is tousled with sleep, but his cerulean eyes are sharp and lively.

as soon as he sees the panic lacing your expression, his eyes widen, long legs practically tripping over themselves as he stumbles towards you.

"what happened?" he asks sharply, frantically placing the cup on the bedside table to take your face into his palms. shades of blue dart back and forth across your features as he perches one knee on the mattress and peers down at you. "are you okay?"

his touch sends electricity through your veins—a splash of ice water pulling you away from that painful reverie.

your heart both clenches and soars, the idea of what you saw being terrifying, and yet finding out it wasn't true being that much more relieving.

"i just—" your voice comes out choked, and satoru's fingers twitch against your skin imperceptibly. "had a bad dream."

you think your brain must be cruel for conjuring up a dream in which satoru could suffer to such abhorrent extents.

"oh sweets." satoru's sigh is sympathetically soft, thumb brushing over the apple of your cheek just barely. "it was just a nightmare."

"i know," you swallow, voice shaking. there's an uncharacteristic wetness pooling at your waterline. "i-it just felt so real."

"baby..." satoru immediately pulls you against the steady planes of his chest, thick arms snaking around your waist to eliminate any measly amount of distance between you two. you prop your chin on his shoulder, sighing as you feel his snowy hair tickling at your cheek.

"it wasn't real, sweetheart," he says, pulling back just slightly to push a piece of hair from your face. his thumb then drags under your eyes, wiping away the unshed tears. "see. you're here, i'm here. everything's all good."

"yeah." you're nodding, unable to take your eyes off of him because he's real and alive and so breathtakingly perfect. "yeah, you're right."

he gives you a lopsided smile, eyes bright and glowing. "i don't like to brag, but i usually am."

you snort out a laugh, missing the way his expression turns pleased at the sound. "hilarious. you love to brag."

"you got me there," he shrugs, grinning as you stick your tongue out at him. the lighthearted banter solidifies the fact that satoru is fine and unharmed and completely yours, but you can still feel the apprehension coursing through your veins. chills run up your spine—you try not to show it.

but of course, satoru has always been able to see right through you.

his teasing smile goes soft, and he inhales deeply.

"was it about me?" he asks, climbing into bed next you. you lay back down carefully.

"yeah," you mumble, watching him tug the blankets over your body and tuck you both under a cocoon of warmth.

"hm." something in his tone tells you he's not unfamiliar with the feelings you seem to be experiencing—his body shifts closer to yours. ocean eyes carefully asses you, deep and calculating and so concerned even as he smoothes a warm palm over your shoulder blades. "wanna tell me what happened?"

the truth is you do want to, because satoru has always understood you better than you've ever understood yourself—you have no doubt he'd be able to comfort you just as well as he normally does.

and yet...

"no," you answer, pressing your nose into his neck. a deep breath in, the lively scent that is so inherently your gojo satoru filling your very soul. "it's okay. i think i'll be fine."

when you shut your eyes, images flash behind them—of bloodied bodies and stitches and swapped souls. yet a chaste kiss to your forehead pulls you back to where you're supposed to be, warm and grounding.

"i know you'll be fine," satoru murmurs, lips tickling your brow as he speaks. you think you can hear the gentle smile as he says it, and your grip on him tightens—never letting go. "i'm right here after all."

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Frieren and himmel, they had so much time together yet not enough time, he loved her, she didn't know, he died, she realized she loved him, he didn't know.

10years was short for frieren but for himmel it was everything, now himmel will always be everything in Frierens life, right person not enough time, he fell first he fell harder, she fell too late, she wants to see him again.

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anyone else when they get a high grade they just you know, it's just meh, because as expected of me of course I'll get it but when I get a grade lower than my expectations I'll cry myself to sleep every night..