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he’s innocent

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MISS SUMMER I NEED THAT PLS IM BEGGING ON MY KNEES RN

😭😭 U WILL TOMORROW IM NOT DONE EDITIN IT YET

here u may have another snippet :3

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i need a lobotomy

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napped for like 5 hours now im gonna make ramen :3

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“Oh Rascal Children of Gaza” by Palestinian poet, Khaled Juma.

He was born and raised in Al-Shaboura Palestinian Refugee Camp, in the Gaza Strip. He lives there to this day. Before Israel’s latest war crimes, he worked as a school teacher and writer.

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SUGUBOOBS

ref ehehe:

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perv!roomie!satoru who can hear you and your shitty boyfriend having sex through the thin walls, and he loves loves lovessss that he can hear your cute little whimpers and moans, wishing it was his name you were saying, but he notices that he has never ever heard your moans do that familiar raise in pitch...and he notices once you both get quiet after a gross sounding groan from the man you call your partner, the guy leaves...

and one day satoru finally comes in to speak to you, but he sees you in the bed wearing his fucking shirt with your fingers between your legs and lil tears in your eyes. he wants to speak but he cant help but realize you fucked your boyfriend wearing his fucking shirt and he's excusing himself, not wanting you to see the way he starts to get hard in his sweats

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oh SUMMERRRRR !!!! lets have a little chat ;]

ANYWAYS imagine going to the club or something with satoru and suguru (plus their other friends) but suguru will not let you leave his lap, and he has you sitting on his lap like this and his hand keeps stroking your thigh as you coo and giggle into his ear, telling him how handsome he looks.

but the whole time you miss how he and satoru are looking at each other, a curious glint in satoru's eye and a mischievous one in suguru's. suguru whispers in your ear, and you shyly look over at toru and give him a cute little smile before suguru, who took a hit from his joint, squeezes your cheeks open and blow the smoke into your mouth

it catches you off guard so you cough a little bit and suguru so meanly coos at you and calls satoru over. "aww, satoruuu, look...shes got lil tears, dont you wanna kiss it better? i didnt mean to make our pretty girl cough, make her feel better."

speedrunning getting spitroasted by stsg.......insane

him not letting u get up is dnjvdnkjvd like the amount of reasons/excuses suguru could give. he likes having a pretty girl in his lap. being an asshole just for laughs bc he knows you'll pout about it. "i have to keep an eye on you". crazy. him pulling you in to lay on his chest and he's warm and smells like cologne and alcohol. im having heart palpitations

stsg scheming together is always trouble like ur rlly gonna be in for a RIDEE. no one is sensible + they're both just feeding off eachother's bad decision making + ALCOHOL INVOLVED? it's over. rip to ur pussy bae ur getting pregnant 😭

okay chat choose ur fighter: they drag u off to a secluded room and satoru makes u feel better by sucking on ur titties OR satoru making u feel better by eating u out (over ur panties ofc. he's not that generous <3) okay trick question what if he did both. maybe i'm not well and one day lunar's asks will be the reason im in an asylum. love u babes :3

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when is someone gonna read sweet home and talk about it w me

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summerrr my darling i have a question...how do u feel about shotgunning + weed...

@ SUGURU NEXT TIME OKAY

i've never smoked before LMAO ive thought about trying edibles or a cigar or sum (like black&milds or white owls more likely bc my dad smokes those) but i am a sober girlie i fear 😭

i would let a woman shotgun me <3 (i'm just a girl)

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tumblr links broken again >:3 (violent intent)

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suguru wip -w-

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hello everyone :) i usually don't post things like this, but it has come to my attention that @daeydreams is copying my work and reposting it on her blog while acting inoccent.

proof under cut! tw: discourse :(

i first encountered dae's blog when her 'work' appeared on my dashboard.

the words, everything, all copied from my post. i'm also pretty sure she took the banner as well.

this post, was MY original work. And I would like to add, she didn't even change anything on my post, just plainly copied/pasted it and posted it.

For context, i posted this on March 17th, 2024.

Dae posted my work on April 23rd, 2024.

link to the fic

so I went to her dm's to ask her to take it down, providing screenshots about my plagiarised work.

and her response wasn't exactly the politest.

then after providing that less than polite response, she blocked me.

Then after she blocked me, i got a dm from one of my mutuals (their user will not be provided as they asked me to keep it confidential) saying that she copied another one of my works.

my work. my words. posted on April 24th, 2024

mine was posted on March 6th, 2024.

clear, blatant plagerism.

i do not tolerate plagerism, in any shape, form or way.

this, is my original ideas, my original work.

this is a situation that i do not tolerate, and it is degrading to have something stolen from me, even making it obvious that you were stealing my work. didn't jumble it up or even replace words- just uprightly copied my work and posted it as yours.

calling yourself a writer, not to mention acting inoccent while you were at it, is pathetic.

Please block and report dae, and if you are following/mutuals with this person, I ask that you block me/break our mutual, if you want to keep interacting with dae. If you want to add any other information/edits to this post, send me a dm or ask to add more.

other writers, whether you're following me, mutuals with me or don't know who the fuck I am, please take the time to block dae as well. in her last dm to me, she said in plain words, "and if I want (and I will) I can copy other writers-" I have a feeling that any/all works posted on her account, is from other writers.

so please, beware of dae and block/report her.

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彡 THE WORST PARTNER IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD

☆. contains: satoru gojo x gn!reader; con-artists au, crack, satoru is a little shit what's new, he also calls you 'baby' how sweet of him, hm? wc: 1.2k

on the other side of the wall, music and laughter mix together almost perfectly. the people are having fun, they're drinking and chatting, joking about the latest super cars and 'boring' paintings. rich people.

a bead of sweat rolls from your temple.

the setting sun paints the room you're in a beautiful warm orange. the big windows invite the sunrays in with open arms; they hit the mahogany wood furniture and you're a bit jealous. a bit of dust falls from the ceiling and you have to focus on not sneezing.

"ugh, we make such a good team!"

...

satoru gojo.

"we– fuck, do not!" you grumble at him through gritted teeth. "you literally left me– to the cops last time, dipshit!"

"but you got away!" he chirps back rather gleefully and the desire to punch him is suffocating.

careful as to not raise your voice too much, you whisper-shout at him. "just barely!"

"well, don't sell yourself short, babe! you do know how to work a tight spot!"

...

it hurts. his stupidity hurts your brain. squeezing your eyes shut, you shake your head at his joke. "can you– be like a normal fucking person? never say that again."

your knees about to buckle from below you and you're also losing your balance alongside your patience. it's rather hard to hold a 6'3 man up on your shoulders.

who could've guessed?

more dust falls onto your nose as satoru works on unscrewing the vent in the ceiling. it's painted gold. because why wouldn't it be, right? rich people are insane.

"what do you mean?! you were in a 'tight spot' and you got out of it!" it's sickening how genuine he sounds. "get it? it's called a tight spo— "

"could you possibly– stop saying the word 'tight'?" you grip onto his polished shoe that's sitting on your right shoulder while the fingers of your other hand dig into his ankle. "and could you possibly do this any fucking faster?"

he has ruined your suit with his dirty shoes and he has ruined your mood with his stupid jokes. you hate him.

he simply laughs at your annoyed tone "almost there, baby, almost there."

you try to make him explode with your mind for calling you baby again, completely and blatantly ignoring the butterflies that now occupy your stomach. you're just a bit nervous about the job, that's all. they have nothing to do with him. nothing at all.

you hear him shuffling around, mumbling something to himself as he reaches over to the last one, but while he doing so – he ends up putting way too much pressure onto your right shoulder which in turn makes you take a wobbly step forward. satoru's hands grasp onto the wall beside him in an attempt to help you regain your balance.

"c'mon! steady now!"

"shut the– " with furrowed brows, you glance up at him. sensing your gaze, he looks down at you with the prettiest smile. no, wait. just a smile, just a smile. fuck, you really hate him. "fuck– up!"

he gives you a quick wink before continuing his work and you avert your gaze. you can already feel the bruises blooming under your suit and shirt, reminders of his touch for the continuing weeks.

"you're way heavier than you look, gojo."

the sound of his gasp, makes your eyes roll back into your head. "are you calling me fat?"'

"yes. are you done?"

he tsks at your sharp answer and pockets his mini screwdriver. "so rude. and yes, i'm ready." as he speaks he takes the cover from it's place and slides it inside the vent. "be strong now!"

refraining from barking back, you divert all of your focus onto your core muscles and thighs. satoru lodges his one leg onto one of the fancy tall cabinet and you the uneven weight almost ruins you both. holding onto the wall with your now free hand, you observe him climbing up into the vent. the leg on your shoulder shakes and wobbles, threatening to run off but satoru doesn't seem to mind. you're sure he's having fun. the shit.

he manages to get his hands inside the vent and he's now trying to jam his whole body through the hole. his foot finally rises from your shoulder and he almost hits you in the face with it as he swings it around, supposedly gaining momentum for a final push. you sigh and brush off the dirt and dust from your suit.

you look around the room as you wait for him to turn himself around in the small vent. the sun warms your skin and you take the moment to enjoy the band through the walls of the room. exquisite paintings hang all around you, hugged by dark wooden frames, they rest in the shadows. specks of dust land on your nose and you look up.

he's grinning.

oh no.

"satoru..."

your warning does nothing but excite him even further.

"oh? ...not gojo?" his smile stretches. "but you love tight spots! i'm sure you'll find another way in, babe."

you're going to kill him.

deeply breathing in through your nose, you give him the biggest and also the fakest smile in the word.

"satoru, baby..." you hate how smug he looks. you want to wipe that stupid fucking smile from his face.

"you know that i just love tight spots and that's exactly why... you should pull me the fuck up!" your whisper-shouting turns into a full bark and satoru giggles behind his hand "right. now! i don't wanna find another way when a way is literally in front of me!"

his eyes twinkle at you when he realizes you actually used his own joke against him. you're so fucking hot. and you're especially hot now that you're glaring at him with a puffed out chest. he's having the best time of his life.

"that was good. that was really good actually." he winks at you as he moves to grab the vent cover from behind him. he places it back over the hole with a painfully slow pace, surely just to make you suffer even some more. he's sick. he's still visible enough for you to see the infuriating smile on his lips as he plays with you. "you did take my keycard though."

right.

he's as bratty as they come, as pretty as they come. petty! petty...

and this is his little payback. you're going to burn his house down. preferably when he's still in it. he gets on your nerves like nothing else. his eyes fucking sparkle from between the metal bars of the vent cover and your fingers curl into tight fists on your sides.

"i hate you."

"you'll get over it, baby. i'll see you later, yeah?"

his pearly whites flash at you one last time and then he's already climbing over the cover, heading straight for the room where they keep the goodies. without you.

...

a dusty suit, sweat, aching shoulders and pure, unadulterated rage.

you need a new plan.

and a fucking drink.

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