#(with a bubble of denial)

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

And we’re supposed to believe they didn’t sleep together? Sure Jan

[creloisebrainrot]

actually torn between wanting more scenes with creloise and dreading their inevitable falling out in part 2

like i know jess is the ship captain but i can't help but think that she's doing that because creloise isn't actually endgame even though they should be

feels a bit like overcompensating honestly i'm so sorry jessica madsen i love you with all my heart and i want to believe you but i've been burned too many times with sapphic relationships that just don't happen in canon😭😭

[artistnerd24]

They are not gone… Cucurucho, the duck, Elena, Fred, Osito Bimbo, Oscurucho, Walter Bob, Agent 18, Fancy Pants, Bubbles, and others are not gone… they can’t be….

[tangledstarlight]

anyway just remembered we're never actually going to get to see all of the crows together on screen and got very sad

[naivety]

this dumbass sharing another transphobic racist ass post about imane khelif on fucking facebook removed my comment civilly explaining their bullshit had already been disproven ten times over with sources cited, they do not give a fuckkkk

[compil]

A Reinterpretation of 1941

The idea of Aziraphale offering Crowley road head in return for rescuing him in 1941 is HILARIOUS, but given that (1) the Holy-Water-Incident-At-St.-James-Park came right before that and (2) Crowley mentioned Holy Water again at the church, perhaps Aziraphale was asking because he needed to verify where their relationship was at. He just got his tweed pants romanced the hell off him, what with the saving and the books... but with everything that happened at the park...

He believes in Crowley's goodness, of course, but after all they said about "fraternizing" and not needing each other in their last conversation a few decades back, he probably couldn't help but think that maybe Crowley was just being nice this time to get the holy water. Maybe all this sweetness— redirecting the bomb, tapdancing on consecrated ground, saving the first editions, offering him a lift home —is just for the purpose of buttering him up for the big request. And Aziraphale is fine with that — he opens the conversation to Crowley's request himself. After all, haven't all of their transactions under The Agreement gone the same way? I do something for you and you do something for me?

But then Crowley does something unexpected. He doesn't ask for anything in return, not even to keep the favor for a later day. He shrugs everything off, tells Aziraphale to forget it, and gets on with his errands. He doesn't even mention what happened at St. James' Park. He takes Aziraphale along on a little adventure, encourages his aspirations as a professional conjurer, goes along with the miracle-blocked bullet trick (btw, they haven't been on good terms for decades at this point), and wine-and-dines him by the candlelight at the end of the night. So Aziraphale has to confront the fact that Crowley isn't hanging out with him because he wants something. He's here because they're friends. He's being nice and sweet because he's kind and because he wants to be around Aziraphale again and maybe even because he missed him.

Throughout the entire minisode, we see Aziraphale struggling to even call them 'friends' — perhaps because he needs that plausible deniability (they are hereditary enemies) or perhaps because of the way they left things last time. But after everything that happened that night, he had to realize and accept this budding thing between them for what it is. Though hushed, he pointedly recognized, perhaps for the first time out loud, this thing between them that for so long they have refused to acknowledge — "I knew you would come through for me, you always do". "You said trust me. // And you did". Shades of gray.

[baconnotbaekhyun]

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[chronicowboy]

If Marisol is gone by 7 then Tommy could be following behind her pretty closely especially with how adamant Tim has been on how he's gonna be around short term. Honestly if you want my theory, I think something very not platonic is going to happen between Buck and Eddie in episode 6 and then in episode 7 they gotta deal with the fallout which in Eddie's case is dealing with Marisol and breaking up with her. Since nobody deserves to be someones beard and moving her in because he wanted to repress these feelings he has about Buck being Bi and thinking a woman being with him in his home will stop these feelings and make them go away is such a comphet tactic.

anon this is a very well thought out message but consider this: i refuse to think about tommy leaving until he's actually actively leaving :)

[lizzy-frizzle]

I'm not crying over fictional characters, you are.

[livelovecaliforniadreams]

I hope you enjoy sad/devastating posts about TedBecca because that’s all you’re gonna get for the next few days. I’m sorry I have to grieve and I’m just sad Jason royally fucked them up. But at least we can just imagine later on down the line they find each other again because they are soulmates and that is the only logical ending here. Harry & Sally took years to get together. Just saying.

[hooksredrum]

I could be wrong but Hookhausen definitely isn’t reuniting anytime soon now that Danhausen is back with the Best Friends and involved in their current storyline.

why would u tell me this. idc !!! any match in aew can lead to a hookhausen reunion.

[we-can-be-heroes]

Mdr l’URSSAF me demande 553€ de cotisations avant le 16 octobre et j’ai 588€ sur mon compte 🤭🤭🤭🤭🤭 !!!

[doodlebeeberry]

ruby i love you so much

[thorntopieces]

Maybe... Maybe I just don't progress in my Vengeance playthrough

[hopefullyababe]

its insane that when i was in highschool i told people i had depression and they deadass just told me 'oh honey no you dont' like. are you blind. i had a total of like 3 semi close friends and i barely talked to them. i spent most of my time in a dissociative daze and forgot things more often then i remembered them. i didnt stop actively self harming until i was 18 girl. it was bad.

[chuluoyi]

✎ rivals... in love?

- gojo satoru x reader

gojo is in shambles—so suguru might have a crush on you too?

genre: high school!gojo being a menace but pls spare him he just can't take losing, you see... crack, totally jealous!gojo, justice for geto, enemies to lovers, fluff

note: people have been asking for this so this is up next! i'm writing this while listening to bigbang's bang bang bang and fantastic baby so if gojo is a bit unhinged... you know why

a part of gojo's love entries

general masterlist

No way. There is just no way.

Satoru felt his eyes itch and twitch uncomfortably. Despite the opaque black tint of his sunglasses, he could still distinctly see you happily giggling.

“Geto-san, that’s so funny!”

With Suguru. His ride or die. Your massive crush.

Your crisp laughter rang in his ears, scorching his ego and igniting it in flames—that was precisely the reaction he had hoped to receive from you too!

"Aren't they just cute?" Yaga was suddenly beside him with a wistful smile, looking at you and his other student a few feet away. "What do the television say again... a perfect match? In this case, a perfect match made in jujutsu school, then."

And responding to your bubbly self, creating the very picture of perfect match made in jujutsu school indeed, Suguru was every bit as enthusiastic. “Nah, wait until you see this—”

"Perfect match my ass," Satoru grumbled outwardly, rolling his eyes, but he immediately dashed away before his teacher could bonk him in the head for cussing.

It was harmless conversation, or jokes, or whatever. Because Suguru couldn't possibly reciprocate your feelings. His type is women of gravure magazines—Satoru had deemed it as such.

…Right?

At this point, he wasn't in enough denial to say that he didn't like you, because he had made it so clear that he was, in fact, obsessed. He wasn’t shying away from the things he did, which included annoying you constantly, asking you out after school, helping you in missions, and sending you few pick up lines here and there.

And he thought he was certain he could whisk you off your feet. After all, who else could measure up to him and win?

Heh, no one.

(or basically that's just him ignoring the intrusive little voice in his mind that whispered, “Suguru!”)

“So what's with the nice act, huh?” Satoru blew his bangs in a huff as he questioned his best friend with a twinge of dissatisfaction. “Do you like her or something?”

Suguru quirked his eyebrow at him. “What?”

“Don’t play dumb. I have noticed how you two have been joined at the hip lately,” and with deliberate intention to spite his best friend, he made the sourest face as he mockingly recited, “Wait till you see this~”

Instantly realizing what he meant, Suguru burst into a loud snicker. “Come on, Satoru, really? Surely you aren't that petty. We were just chatting—”

“Not that. I know. What I'm asking now is that do you like her or not?”

It wasn't a rare sight to see Satoru with a pout and a frown, and usually he'd humor him. But this time, even Suguru could see that there was something different in the way he asked this. And should he say something that irked him then—

“Heh, so what if I am?”

That's the wrong answer.

Satoru halted abruptly, whipping his head around in sheer shock. "What the heck?"

“She’s a nice junior, kind, easy on the eyes,” Suguru shrugged, flashing him a dauntless smile. “Only a fool would let the chance pass up. Satoru, if you keep dawdling, one of these days, I just might—”

“Wha—hey!? That’s totally foul—!”

“Nah, they do say all is fair in love and war now, isn’t it?”

By a mind-boggling twist of events, apparently his best friend was also a guy after his dream girl. Satoru was irked, challenged, and he would never admit it, but a tiny part of him recoiled because Suguru clearly had an early start and a boost—you favored him first.

This was unexpected, and now he was conjuring up various scenarios of what he should do. He must act fast or else...

Little did he know that Suguru was thoroughly relishing his restlessness.

Everyone around you said that your relationship with Gojo Satoru... is intriguing to say the least. And especially ever since that one botched mission you two went, you also felt there was a shift in your dynamics.

And if by intriguing they mean him constantly blocking your way and invading your space, then yes, it definitely is.

"Okay, okay, but wait, just hear me out!"

You halted your steps and faced him with an annoyed frown. You really had no time for this. You were about to be sent on a mission. "Gojo, really, can't you just—"

"Okay, I know he's dashing, or whatever," he huffed, the last word he said with a hint of disdain. "But hear me out, and I'm sure you'll reconsider."

"Who are you talki—"

"Who else!? Suguru, of course!"

You couldn't possibly arch your eyebrow even higher, and before you could say anything, he somehow took it as his cue to keep going.

“First, he eats curses. Cursed spirits! He eats them like rice balls! Can you imagine just how foul the taste is?”

"Gojo, I don't have the time—"

"Then! Going from that, just imagine kissing him," he stressed, eyeing you intensely as your own eyes felt like popping out by the sheer suggestion. "What if you taste the cursed spirits rice ball?"

"You're unbeliev—"

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"He's your best friend!" you finally interjected, obviously and utterly in shock by his unhinged rambling. "How could you say all of that?"

"No, you're getting me wrong." Satoru's clicked his tongue. "I'm just listing facts why it's better for you not to end up with him."

You barked a dry laugh. "And? Better with you, you mean? That's awfully biased."

"Why yes of course! Self-promo is never bad," he blatantly retorted. "Let me just tell you aallll you need to know about me!"

He audibly cracked his knuckles and puffed out his chest. "You know already, I'm strong. I can protect you well. My cursed technique doesn't involve eating curses, so you don't have to worry about tasting the said curses on my lips."

How could he blurt all of this with that perpetually playful expression? A chuckle escaped you unwittingly and that only spurred him to go on.

"And I'm handsome!" he boldly claimed, pointing at his face with pride. "And obviously I don't need to say this, but I'm filthy rich—"

At that, you burst into hearty laughter, unable to hold it in any longer.

Satoru's eyes sparkled, lit as if someone had just made his day. "All in all, you know what I mean. Everything with me, all of it is going to be fantastic!"

Even you couldn't deny that all of this exchange had been so amusing. Hilariously so. "You're down bad, huh?" you tried to taunt, although it seemed like a burst of snicker. Yet, you were caught off-guard when he said:

"For you?" his little smirk made your insides suddenly all jumbled up. "Yes."

Huh? What is this? Your bravado faltered a bit as your heart did a somersault inside.

It wasn't supposed to thump this hard. You weren't supposed to feel this overwhelming urge to squeal too. And your face wasn't supposed to grow this hot...

Seeing that, Satoru celebrated his little win, a wicked smile on his glistening lips—that somehow looked rather attractive to you now. "How? Thinking twice now, are we?"

But he couldn't believe that after all this, you would still cunningly retort with, "Ha! You wish, Gojo Satoru."

His stunned face was so comical that you chuckled once again. You wanted to rebuff him more, but before you could, Haibara's voice called you from a distance. "Heeey! Let's go! Or we're gonna be late!"

"I suppose that's my cue," you lightly shrugged, and before you left him in a dust, you could've sworn you saw a flicker of brewing tantrum behind those glasses, which brought a smirk on your face. "See ya, try harder, and I might look at your way."

Satoru was at his wit's end as he saw you sauntering away. What more that he could do so that you could be his? To keep your eyes on him and him only?

And yet, little did he know, in that beginning of summer in 2006, even before you realized it yourself, you had already did.

Epilogue

In another corner of the school, eagerly spying on you were...

"Wait! Can you even kiss him? What if his cursed spirits suddenly pop out of him? Are you willing to kiss his little friends—"

"Did he just..." Suguru gaped, utterly in disbelief at what his own best friend said of him. "Did he just say that?"

Shoko let out a satisfied guffaw. "Oh, he definitely did."

"I can't believe he's tarnishing my name over a girl."

"Well, you know very well he could do way worse than that just to get what he wants," she threw him a thin smile, while exhaling a puff of smoke. "And hey, you lose. You gotta pay me."

Suguru turned to her in surprise. "Huh? Oh—oh, darn it. Shoko, can't you be less stingy?"

"Well, whose bright idea was it to pull that stunt on him and bet on whether Gojo would approach her in less than a day?"

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