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[pizzarollzz]

My grandma has the same dark humor as me

and we were watching a tv show today and the lady up there had paintings and was asking someone “what do you want to hang first?”

And I just flat out say “myself” and my grandma starts laughing and my dad looks at me like I’m crazy

[guttersnarls]

I know most of you are on this Popia’s gonna die trip but wouldn't it be fun if he just quit. 

Like... “I’m done with being shit on” (almost literarily) *drops the mic* and walks off the stage never to be seen again.

The Ministry during the in between album cycles gives us chapters with potential candidates of his replacement (and this could be really fun depending on who’d play along..celeb musician etc)

BUT (and obvious only to us fans) a candidate keeps popping up in different disguises 

Maybe he’s one of the past Papa’s (undead possibly but also even Popia) And unblemished from their past they win the job with a newly found respect from the Ministry. 

[adamprrishcycle]

I wrote it…. now I’ve got to edit it????

[saenora]

baby 🤍

[ofmermaidstories]

[girleboy]

wee all nighter maybe yass

[hyuckkaiji]

the lack of george weasley fics on this god forsaken platform makes me want to kms

[godnectar]

Marry my father he's 40 and alone but he's rich

I need a milf

,,,probably not old enough to actually be a milf ig— but I do accept 😽🫶

[gumballrightfoots]

i love breaking out🤭

[girlinyourphone]

I’m never gonna tell him. and I feel like I am just losing people left and right obviously I didn’t lose him but to me like this hurts. LOLLLL I just started crying on the bus I wish I could talk to my best friend about this!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[bakugoushotwife]

for ena <3 happy birthday loml, genuinely my other half i hope you have had the BEST day and as far as im concerned…you’re having a birthday MONTH! i’m still gonna buy that star and you can’t stop me hehehehe @suguru-getos

birthday bash || satosugena

you wake up when you feel something pressed against your nose. more aptly, someone else’s nose bumping up against yours. when your eyes flutter open, you’re met with the nearly frightful sight of satoru’s white lashes blinking over wide and crystal clear blue eyes.

“happy birthday princess!! i said it first just remember that—“

strong arms secure you fight against his abdomen and morning…excitement. “happy birthday, darling girl…” he purrs next to your ear. suguru. he smirks, a lazy little number. he knows that despite satoru’s hovering, his gravelly morning voice is enough to make you press your legs together on instinct. “we’ve got a big day planned for you, it’s going to be a lovely day.” he assures, nose nuzzling against your cheek.

satoru hums in agreement, diving down a bit to kiss your face, concentrating most of his affections on your lips. your own lips part in a smile, their warmth and excitement and love radiating off of them. “n it starts with breakfast in bed!”

splurging on breakfast isn’t inherently special. they usually order your favorites once or twice a week, the rest of the cooking usually done by the two of them together—with you happily kicking your feet on the nearby barstool bouncing conversation with them or humming along to the music to relax.

but today, they got all of your favorites. mocha lattes worthy of your growing instagram blog, nutella crepes and fruit, even the savory option of chicken sausage, scrambled eggs, and breakfast potatoes. some of geto’s servants bring it in already beautifully plated. it’s clear your fiancé’s have been busy this morning.

you won’t eat half of it—and it’s not about how much you eat. it’s about that satisfied grin on your face. you know they know you. to the core, they understand you completely. every detail you’ve mentioned, they’ve memorized. because you are their person. and their person is deeply worshipped. no other day but your birthday could showcase their utter devotion to the woman that ties them all together. satoru poses the plates together for you to snap a picture of—of course starting a birthday reel. instagram will eat first today. and while it’s not your intention—many a follower will fall for you and stew in jealousy all at once. satoru and suguru are going to put on a masterclass.

after eating, they urge you to shower and get ready in something casual. of course they never really specified, and even your casual is runway worthy. they’re antsy and ready to go by the time you step out of your own hair and makeup booth.

it seems your birthday falls during festival season all the way around, and what a beautiful coincidence. the start of spring suits you so well, it’s almost as if they’re celebrating you like your soon to be husbands are. the cherry blossoms are so bright and the vendors line the streets to the fair.

they take turns buying you hand crafted earrings from one stall, silk dresses and wraps, organic candles from the next. all the way into the arcade area, naturally. whose idea do you think that one was? satoru is very intent on winning all the games and getting you a huge fucking prize. suguru is proud to push him to lose his mind over arcade games meant for children by being unnecessarily competitive—and you actually make satoru lose his mind by beating him by being genuinely better. he’s tweaking. and it’s your birthday—but he’d never insult you by letting you win. or apparently even being a decent graceful loser.

“oh you’re CHEATING!!” he whines once your digital streetcar passes the finish line three milliseconds before his.

“i don’t think that’s even possible in one of these.” suguru chuckled out in your defense. you turn your nose up and just roll your eyes at him.

don’t even mention the punching bag okay. that was a mishap. if he could just simply do it over again he would have gotten a higher score.

“900?!” he yelps as the numbers keep rolling higher. he only got 846. “I barely hit the thing goddamn i didn’t know we were going all OUT—“

at least he still won enough tokens to pick out the nicest stuffed toy in the entire place for you. no matter how old you three get together—satoru will be sure to capitalize on the inner child.

you spend hours at the fair and festival, getting all kinds of treats and gifts and trinkets. this is what they can get the girl that has everything—new experiences and quality time!! soon it’s time for dinner, and suguru has all of that planned out.

the car takes you three back to the estate a little after sundown. you’re weighed down with bags and the giant stuffed animal you were so graciously gifted. shortly after getting back to suguru’s home turned the sole base of operations, suguru tells you not to get un-ready.

“woah woah, i hope you don’t think that was it?” he raised a brow when he saw you slipping off your shoes. “time to go out to the lake. let me guide you, my love.” he smirks, holding an arm out for you to take. satoru grins, knowing what to expect. you thread your arm in suguru’s and let him escort you out to the gorgeous lake under the willow in the back of your home.

before you even arrive at the lakeside, you can see the small intimate table set for three. candlelit, with the help of the moon and stars, a traditional italian course. wine paired with your salad, then another wine perfectly suited to your chicken alfredo and chicken parm duo, a third wine to compliment the tiramisu birthday cake with your name dripped in extra mocha. it’s like something out of a storybook. it’s just for you three, their gifts bringing you that peace of mind you had wished for. their joy was so evident—the tender crease of suguru’s brow as he watches you wiggle happily in your seat; satoru’s absolutely puppy lovesick stare even though you’ve been together for three years at this point—it all just makes you feel so safe. it’s always been hard for you to let yourself be loved wholly; almost like you believe you don’t need it or deserve it at times. they make you understand that not only are you a deity in their lives—but you should never feel anything less than this feeling right now. you should always feel cherished. like you’re a gift. that’s not spoiled or entitled or bratty, that’s just true. women like you are few and far between—you’re called princess and angel for a reason. you are holy, you are royalty. that’s why your feet don’t even touch the ground as satoru carries you back to the main house, up the winding stairs to the shared bedroom.

by now, you’re truly exhausted—but blissfully happy. part of you feared they’d go insane—have a full blown party to shower you in materialistic gifts you already have. especially with satoru’s tendency to throw money around like it’s free to him. this was perfect. suguru helps you get out of your birthday outfit, peppering kisses to the exposed skin of your wrist, your shoulder, your collarbone.

now it’s satoru in your ear, brushing the silky locks of yours away, “how about some birthday spankings?”

[spicypussywave]

#GMMTVFANTIMEInFukuoka ↳ KRIST, PERTH & CHIMON

[defiledtomb]

This is one of the best IFs I’ve read, and I’ve read A LOT. Probably more than is healthy lmao. Anywayyyys, your story and writing are unbelievably compelling. I cannot wait to read more as your story progresses, have you thought about a Patreon? Because I would throw all my money at it. Also Id has my emotions and heart in a stranglehold as well as my MCs throat. Good Luck and thanks for all your hard work!

Your words are like red bull because I swear they are giving me wings. I'll see myself out.

It truly is messages like this that made me believe in myself and taking the leap of faith to finally create a Patreon, and I cannot thank you enough for sending it through. 🩷

I finally do have a Patreon! :>

🌿I am answering some old asks, but if you have any new ones, please visit louroth instead, and send them through the inbox there!🌿

[ef-1]

idolatry | august '23

[ofmermaidstories]

trying to answer an ask and saved it just for tumblr to glitch out and FAIL. and i wrote PARAGRAPHS. PARAGRAPHS!!!!!

[dnpsuck]

i love how sane we all are