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Joaquín the kind of guy that says "You look like shit" in a genuinely concerned way, instantly regrets the wording and in a panic tries to explain what he meant like "I didn't mean that you look like shit, you look beautif- good, you look good, it's just, you look like you've been through some stuff but like not in an ugly way but in a noticeable way, you know, but- *waterfall of nonsense for the next five minutes*"

meanwhile you're just standing there like 🧍‍♀️🧍‍♀️"Joaquín, please just stop."

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Oh my god I love this

me when no overtime

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oh I am unwell

teen nanacrumbs i never thought i'd witness

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Hard launching my man with his arms around me no face seen and the text says “happy 5 years” to then see everyone and their great auntie viewing my story

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My bad that the earth got one degree hotter that was just me (I got me bachelors 🙂‍↕️)

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Furuba マブダチ Trio  🐍🐲🐶

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Him and Flavio Briatori would be besties

f1 kuna

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Oh I am unwell

gahd 😩

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He looks so tan I love

beach read 📖 🏝️

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List of stuff I wish I knew in my early 20’s

Will keep adding stuff through reblogs whenever I remember one. You can reblog this and give your 20’s self a piece of advice too.

- you can receive an apology from someone and not forgive them. You have that right. You can also forgive them and never want them back in your life, or forgive them but still want them to be held responsible/accountable for what they did to you. There is no right or wrong way to forgive.

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some characters just deserve a wife and kids

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nanami

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Merry Christmas to those who celebrate or, as someone said, Feliz Nanamidad 🎄☃️❤️

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emperor!gojo who likes pastries from a specific baker in the capital city, right outside of the palace. as his personal servant, you make weekly trips in order to satiate his sweet tooth. what he doesn't know is that after many years of being a regular at the same bakery, you've manage to become well acquainted with the baker's son, a charming young man who will soon take over the family business.

on this particular day, one of the fellow servant girls insists on accompanying you, and she's quick to notice the easy rapport between you and the baker’s son: the way his eyes linger on you just a bit too long and the way your laughter feels unguarded around his presence. at one point, the baker's son makes a casual remark, wondering aloud if your hand was available. your friend nearly bursts with excitement. romance is a rarity for servant girls, and the notion feels like something out of a tale.

when you return to the inner palace, your friend wastes no time spreading the story. whispers of your "budding romance” ripple through the servants’ quarters, carrying far more weight than you could have anticipated.

it eventually catches on to a tired gojo, white hair all disheveled, trudging through the palace halls after a long day of paperwork and negotiation. but exhaustion gave way to something much more crucial than life when a hushed conversation reached his ears—whispers about the only girl he'd ever had his eye on being promised to another.

he wastes no time, finding you in the quiet garden, tending to the chrysanthemums. his voice, usually so playful, was low and edged with steel.

"is it true?" he demanded, his steps heavy as he closed the distance between you.

you froze, unsure what he meant. "your majesty?"

gojo’s hands shot out, one bracing the wall behind you, the other gently tilting your chin up to meet his gaze. the closeness was scandalous, unthinkable, for a man and a woman– much less the emperor and his servant.

"don’t play coy with me," his voice is dangerously low. "i heard them talking. tell me it’s a lie. tell me you’re not leaving the palace. leaving me."

"leaving you?" you echoed, genuinely confused. "i’m not… your majesty, i don’t understand."

he leaned in closer, his breath brushing against your cheek. "promise me you’ll never marry" unless it is me, but the words go unsaid.

"your majesty—" you blinked, heat flooding your face. it was an outrageous demand, but if that was want he really wanted then...

"promise me," he interrupted, his tone an urgent whisper. 

you swallowed hard, the weight of his words pressing into your chest. "i wasn’t planning on it," you admitted quietly. being raised in the imperial palace had robbed any dreams beyond its wall.

he exhaled sharply, almost a sigh of relief, and a ghost of his usual grin flickered across his face. "good," he murmured, stepping back at last. "because i won’t let anyone take you away."

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extra notes. this was a concept draft i wrote a while ago before deciding i wanted soul crushing angst for this series. obsessive gojo makes my heart do backflips.

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BOOM SHAKALAKAAAAAAAAAAAA