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[pupkashi]

satoru is the kind of boyfriend that you are constantly falling in with over and over again

he takes out a spider that you found in the hallway, promising he’ll let it into the backyard and won’t kill it. he’ll tease you relentlessly for running to the other side of the house while on the phone with him, begging him to come home to take care of the ‘grave danger’ you were in. satoru never once tells you how his heart flutters knowing your instinct is to cal him for help.

satoru is the kind of lover to pick flowers for you when you walk hand in hand, giggling as a spring breeze hits the two of you. he smiles, bending down and picking the daisy from the ground.

“look! i got you a flower” he grins, handing the small flower to you with a smile on his face.

“oh wow this just for me? you broke the bank with this one” he can’t help but laugh loudly, “I’m in deep credit card debt,” he replies, “think you can cover dinner for tonight?” you laugh, nodding your head- knowing he’d never let you pay for anything as long as he was around.

the kind of boyfriend to run late, but pick up flowers on the way to make it up to you, buying extravagant bouquets on a whim and making sure every vase in your home is filled with flowers at any given moment. there comes a point in the relationship where you have to sit him down and ask him softly to cut down the flower buying to once a week, as you’d run out of vases to put the flowers in.

satoru ends up buying you more vases, but realizes it’s gotten out of hand when you have no free surfaces in your home due to the overflowing amount of flora. he cuts it down to once a week after he found a bee in the house one day.

your lover brings back souvenirs from all the places he goes when on missions, trinkets that he knew you’d love spilling out of his pockets as he walks into your shared home.

“i think you’d love this little bunny figure so i got it!” he’s beaming at you, his face lights up even more when he sees how excited you are, gushing over the small figure and thanking him with a plethora of kisses.

satoru is the kind of boyfriend to tell you ‘told you so’ when you get cold because you didn’t bring a jacket, all while simultaneously taking his off and giving it to you. he tries his best to hide how much colder he is to try and make sure you stay warm, but his shivering six foot something body is hard to miss.

“satoru i think you’re colder than i was, please just take it back” you beg, shoving his jacket back into his hands, he just shakes his head, teeth slightly chattering as he lies to your face.

“im not even cold, you need to stay warm” he’s steadfast and stubborn on his stance, only taking his jacket back when you two enter a cafe and make it a point to say how hot you felt when you stepped inside.

satoru is the kind of boyfriend to hang mistletoes all over the house, giggling when he pulls you in by your waist and places a giddy kiss on your lips.

“man i love christmas” he sighs, pointing at the fourth mistletoe in the last hour as you two decorated for the holidays.

“seriously how many of these did you buy?” you laugh, pulling him closer to you and placing your lips on his. satoru smiles into the kiss, chasing after your lips even when you pull away and managing to steal one last kiss.

“mmm, alot” he whispers, snowy hair tickling your face as he presses a kiss to your cheek before continuing on with the tree lights.

satoru gojo is the kind of boyfriend to kiss you from 11:59 pm on New Year’s Eve to 12:01 am on New Year’s Day, just to say he made out with you into another year. he also does it just to make sure you can’t say you haven’t kiss him since last year.

“you’ve been kissing me since last year sweetheart just admit you’re crazy about me” he teases you, his cheeks and ears flush from the two cups of champagne he’s had.

“angel boy you have no idea” you giggle, taking in how beautiful he looks as the fireworks pop around the two of you, making his crystalline eyes shine a little brighter.

satoru gojo is the kind of boyfriend that makes you believe in soulmates, because there was no other way to describe what he was to you other than that.

satoru gojo was your soulmate, and you were his.

a/n: hi hi ! just wanted to write something short and sweet to get me back into the flow of writing <3 hopefully this help kill my writers block :3

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[safety-pin-punk]

Punk 101: A Guide To Critical Thinking

We all know that critical thinking is important, and it's something that any punk will tell you is an essential component of advocacy and pushing for societal changes. But, what exactly is critical thinking? As defined by the dictionary, it's “the objective analysis and evaluation of an issue in order to form a judgment”. And that's a good, short definition! But it can make the act of thinking critically seem a bit hard and over complicated for some people. So lets phrase it in a way that seems more manageable:

Critical Thinking is the act of taking in information, understanding it, and forming or connecting ideas because of it

Sounds easy enough, right! So then what are the steps one has to take in order to be a critical thinker? I’m glad you asked! Here's a list in no particular order:

Learn About Things - In order to fully understand information and evidence, you need to know about the topic! Whether the issue is social justice or environmental protection, you need to have a base knowledge on the topic in order to form opinions on it. Researching topics on your own or taking classes are great ways to get informed!

Recognize Bias From The Source And Prejudices From Yourself - No source of information will ever be without bias. A good example of this is how different new networks discuss the same event. One might praise it, while another says it was bad. When trying to understand the information to form your own opinions, it's important to separate the information from the biases of the source. In general, it's good to remember that a pure fact is just the information without an opinion attached to it. On a similar note, you also need to be aware of your own bias! When you form opinions, ask yourself *why* you have that opinion. Do you have a reason? If you were to have grown up with different life experiences, do you think your opinion would be different?

Go Straight To The Original Source - A good way to try and avoid bias is to go to the original source. Maybe news network A and news network B have differing opinions on a Tumblr post. Instead of trying to navigate those conflicting opinions to find the facts about the post, you can just go straight to the post itself!

How Reliable Is The Source And The Evidence - How much should you trust the source that you got the information from? Do they have a reputation of giving factual information? Can you find the information on any other sources? Or maybe someone is yelling about something online, but they’ve failed to add a link. It might make sense to trust what a well established researcher says without a source for their information, but maybe not some random person on twitter. Even if you have a primary source for where the information came from, it’s good to be cautious of the information itself. Sometimes false information is spread around on purpose or because of misunderstandings. 

What Is Being Excluded - Because biases exist, it is always possible that the source you are getting your information from is excluding more information either by accident or on purpose. To avoid missing information about a topic, it's good to check multiple sources and see if any have information that the others didn’t. A simple example of this would be two children playing on a playground. Child A pushes Child B, who gets hurt. When asked about what happened, Child A would say that Child B got hurt, but exclude the fact that it was their fault to avoid getting in trouble. Meanwhile, Child B and any bystanders would likely provide that information. 

What Is The Other Side Of The Issue And Why Does It Exist - You don’t have to agree with other sides of an argument, but it’s very important to be able to understand what they are, who thinks that way, and why they think that way. This will help you to see other points of view and counter any points they make in a discussion with understanding rather than anger or frustration. This is also important because it can expand your own opinions and judgments on a topic. Maybe the other side has points that you have never considered before, but now thinking about them has developed your own beliefs.

Avoid Black And White Thinking - Remember that the world does not exist in a good/bad duality. Everything will have problems, and the things that have problems might even have benefits. The world and its problems exist on a grayscale. To incorporate this into your thinking, try to understand *why* someone or something is doing something, the impacts it may have on multiple different communities, who it helps, and who it hinders. It's important to understand all facets of something before you form your opinion, otherwise you may be lacking very important details.

Don’t Forget To Fact Check - Never trust just one source, no matter how reliable it is! I usually recommend finding the information from at least 3 different sources before you confirm whether it's true or not!

Be Willing To Change Your Mind - Part of being a critical thinker that is often forgotten about is remembering to keep an open mind. Because critical thinking is based on the practice of learning new information, understanding it, and then forming/linking ideas, it is an opportunity to grow and change. You may start out advocating for one thing, but then through time, experience, and thinking, end up advocating for something slightly (or majorly) different. That is more than okay, and it's a sign of growth and maturity!

Resources to help learn how to think critically:

The Foundation for Critical Thinking https://www.criticalthinking.org/pages/index-of-articles/1021/

The University of Tennessee https://www.utc.edu/academic-affairs/walker-center-for-teaching-and-learning/thinkachieve/critical-thinking-resources

The Element of Thought https://theelementsofthought.org/further-exploration/links/thinking/

The Better Future Program https://www.betterfutureprogram.org/liberation-library.html

My entire masterlist can be found here!!

[protags-fic-blog]

Hiii can you do brother conflict like how would guys react when is ema(mc) in like Christmas dress (you can pick) theyy are doing something for school for she have to wear that.

At the risk of being crass, there are probably two groups. The 'oh, she looks so cute!' squad and the boner squad. I'm personally imagining the bottom left one... idk I think some of them would want to see what's under the shawl. Sorry that the bullet points are a bit short, it's difficult when there are 14 characters!! and now i'm about a week late for posting :P

Masaomi

Lowkey down for it but I don't think he'd recognize that feeling.

Surprisingly mature about it.

First person to offer a jacket if she gets cold

Ukyo

Oh he's in to it. Definitely. Did you SEE what he thought about in the Valentine's day special?

come sit on santas lap ema JKJKJK i'm just being mean

He'd personally prefer a longer dress though, for a formal Christmas ball

Kaname

come sit on santas lap ema deadass this time

'you can jingle my bells ;)'

sorry i love being mean to my favorite characters

definitely wants a little peek under the sweater. how 'cold' does the top have to be for it need to be covered?

Hikaru

While he'd definitely tease Ema about it, he probably wouldn't think about it too much. He's down bad for Ema, regardless of what she's wearing.

Perhaps he'd tease her about wearing something so short in the middle of winter.

Tsubaki

oh my GOD he's down so bad

he'd take even coal from such a cute santa

small chance he's carrying around mistletoe.

Azusa

In to it... but not obnoxious about it.

Plays it cool though!

Definitely thinks shes cute though

Natsume

It's sort of whatever

He'd love to see her in anything cute

It's on theme for the holidays though

Louis

Tbh probably gifted it to Ema in the first place.

He likely saw it on a mannequin and bought it thinking of her... not of how his brothers would react haha

Would want to style her up like she's debuting

Subaru

*clears throat* BONER SQUAD

BRIGHT RED

the color of his face matches the dress!

says nothing though. can't muster anything up

Iori

I think it would be a nice distraction for him

the holidays are rough, it seems, so spending it with someone in general is nice

he doesn't care much for the holiday theming though

Yuusuke

member 2 of the boner squad

stammering

but.... he matches her yknow?? so theyre like santa and mrs claus.... happily married couple of like 200 years.... so..... maybe it's an omen

Fuuto

teasing so much teasing!!

says ema looks stupid but. thinks shes cute!

Wataru

Doesn't quite get it yet :/

He sees his brothers acting a bit weird and doesn't know why.

He just thinks it's a cute outfit!

[watatsumiis]

Orpheus' Mistake (Childe x Reader angst)

Summary: Childe would follow you anywhere, regardless of whether you asked him to or not. The question remains, would you follow him?

A Childe x Reader oneshot, in which Childe descends into the Abyss to save the reader, on one condition - that he not look back on the way out.

Content: Gender neutral reader, angst, no comfort. Reader death. Vague implications of suicidal thoughts at the end. Not proofread (or reread for that matter)

Tap tap tap tap.

The Eleventh Harbinger’s footsteps sound empty and lonely in the halls of the Abyss. They always have. He tells himself. No matter how many monsters join the fray, humanoid or otherwise. My footsteps are all that can be heard. 

The urge to look back is like an itch he knows he isn’t allowed to scratch, a tickle in his throat that he doesn’t dare to cough out. He opens his mouth and tries to talk, to comfort you, to let you know that you’ll be out soon, but the Abyss eats his words like a starving creature, ravenous for everything he has to give and more.

What if they’re not there? Childe’s critical thinking skills don’t often kick in - most times they do, he immediately wishes they wouldn’t. 

Of course, it’s not that he doesn’t trust you. He’d trust you with his life, his favourite blade, his family, each and every single thing he has, he’d hand over to you a million times over. His love is like a tidal wave, crashing down and surrounding everything around you both. 

He can recall the faces of the abyssal creature that guided him, as clearly as he can recall yours. Its twisting tongues and branching horns, every single eye and tooth and scale as it rasped out its advice in a hollow voice that clacked dryly from its twisted maw. “They shall follow along behind as you leave the Abyss. You know the way.” Teeth and bone scraped as it had talked, convulsing as it spat the words out. The mere memory sends shivers down Childe’s spine anew. “Do not look back until you are on the surface, else the Abyss will know what they mean to you and take them, for good this time.” The guttural chitter it had let out was somewhat akin to a laugh. “Even one glance, and your love will be torn asunder without mercy.” 

Childe had always silently judged his fellow Harbingers for their zealous hate of the gods and higher powers of Teyvat, but now he’s starting to realise why they feel so strongly. A wretched feeling seeps down his shoulders, settling in his chest and in his gut, bubbling away like overcooked fat. 

Tap tap tap tap. Hollow  footsteps echo on.

Not knowing pains him, more than any battle wound he’s ever received, any hit he’s taken. He’s never been a patient man, and he’s not about to start, but he knows that for now, he has to be. 

He pictures your face as he pushes forward. It’s a paltry comfort compared to the real thing, but he forces himself to stay strong. 

My muse, my love. Childe gulps, and it sticks in his throat awkwardly like a fish bone gone down wrong. My reason for moving forward. My reason to fight. He brushes his fingers across one of his blades, and his chest aches. Every step feels like it takes a million years, every breath a million more. 

He’s not sure when the tears began streaking their way down his pale, freckled cheeks, but they’re there now, dripping openly onto his scarf. At least they don’t have to see me like this. He thinks wryly. It barely even provides a paltry amount of comfort. He scrubs at his face with his sleeve and forges onward, up the ever-spiralling steps. It can’t be far now. The thought is almost a prayer, a hopeless plea to the gods he ceased believing in the power of long, long ago, when he’d first fumbled his way into this dark, hateful place. 

The dreadful anxiety continues to linger in his mind. What if it lied? The voice whispers, digging cold claws into the spaces between his ribs and sucking all the air out of his diaphragm. He clenches his fists so hard his fingers feel numb. 

They wouldn’t abandon me. He knows this is a fact. They’d follow me to the ends of Teyvat. It provides him no solace now he knows your fate is at the whim of the Abyss. 

Just one little peek. The idea grasps his brain and won’t let go. One tiny look. Just to make sure. I need to know they’re with me. Before it’s too late. 

He clenches his jaw and tells himself no, but the feeling lingers, growing stronger and stronger, louder and louder, until it’s all he can think about. Worse even than the ringing in his ears. 

It’s starting to get lighter. Childe isn’t truly sure if that’s the case, or if he’s just fooling himself. He redoubles his pace, but time seems to melt together and spread out all at once. He can’t seem to keep track of the steps beneath his feet. I can’t take this. He speeds up again, and again, until he’s running. They’ll keep up with me. His faith in you is as strong as ever, but his belief in the ones pulling the strings is waning fast. 

It’s not until he slows down to catch his breath that it all hits him. He’s halfway through turning around before he catches himself. No. No no no. He closes his eyes and snaps his head forward once again, his heart fluttering like a trapped bird inside his chest. 

Childe stops dead in his tracks, unable to breathe around the lump in his throat. I can’t do it. I have to know. We can’t be far from the exit now. Just one look. And with that, he finally, finally glances over his shoulder.

His shoulders slump and all his worries disappear the moment he sees you there - a thin, wispy shadow, but you nonetheless. His heart soothed, he turns back. One look didn’t hurt. It’s fine. With that, he marches onward.

A few more steps up, and he’s met with a door that materialises seemingly out of thin air. A delighted laugh bubbles in his chest and is out of his mouth as he steps out of the Abyss once and for all, turning back as he steps onto the warm sand, a crooked grin still on his face as he sets his gaze on you.

He’s too distracted basking in his joy to realise that something’s wrong until it’s too late. Dark shapes surround you, taking hold and dragging you back before you can even make it to the door. 

Childe’s face falls, and his feet scramble on the sound as he tries to throw himself back in, only to collide with what feels like a solid wall. He pounds his fists against the invisible barrier as he watches how you get dragged back down, one arm outstretched as if he’s able to take it.

He throws everything he’s got at the barrier, as if that will somehow negate the very rules of the world he lives in. Every attack, every power, every curse and plea, but none of it budges the boundary between the dawn-soaked sand and the cold, dark Abyss you’re now trapped in. The door fades, and before he knows it, Childe is throwing violent attacks at the empty air, kicking up sand and screaming his wrath to the gods.

It’s my fault. The thought hits him like a blow to the chest as his legs give out beneath him and he stumbles into the warm sand, gloved fingers digging into the course material as he sobs dryly. It’s all my fault. He curses himself and his impatience. If I’d just waited. Just a little longer. They’d still be with me. He tries desperately to bargain with himself. I can get to the Abyss again. I can find them. He chokes on the feeling of hope rising in his throat, and it plummets down, back into nonexistence, into the Abyss that Childe holds inside of him, growing steadily larger with your absence. 

Tears soak into the sand, clumping it together in little brown spots as Childe’s shoulders shake. I had one chance. One chance. And I fucked it up. A short, sharp breath wheezes in and out of his throat, and an awful feeling prickles up his spine. I can’t stay here. I can’t. He drags himself up, wishing with his whole heart that it had been him who had been punished for his impatience and distrust instead of you. 

But he knows that this is simply the reality he lives in now, the cards he dealt himself, and he loathes it. He drags himself to his feet, draws his weapon, and begins the arduous trek in search of a fight.

For the first and last time in his life, Childe doesn’t step into battle for victory. Instead, it’s in hopes that, eventually, he will lose, and the gods might be kind enough to finally let you be together once and for all.

Please don't repost, steal, copy or otherwise plagiarise my writing! I do not consent for my works to be translated and posted elsewhere, or used to teach bots!

[arenabreadandbiscuits]

Adding monsters and cryptids to the list of things you can request and commission!

As a member of the monster fucker clan how can I not you know?

This goes for characters in and outside of fandoms so for example you can request Valdemar (The Arcana) or if you have some sort of monster OC or something you can request for them as well!

Honestly just itching for some at the moment hehe!

[safety-pin-punk]

Hey what the fuck

NAZIS GO HOME IS A SYMBOL OF DOMESTIC TERRORISM????

IMPORTANT!!!

I’ve only seen like one person talk about this and it’s super important that this gets out there

Multiple punk symbols and sayings have been added to the FBI’s domestic terrorism guide

Things included are

The symbol for anarchy

ACAB and 1312

The three arrows pointing down in a circle

Eat the rich

Those are a few but it also mentions anything anti-fascist and anti capitalist

So if you live in the US please be careful

[starmocha]

ok so I know we're all taken in by colonel caleb and his complexity and i'm enjoying all the smut (🙏🏻💕) but i'm looking at him and thinking about how he'd react if mc got pregnant 'cause in ny head he'd react like I think sylus would as in he'd shower her in kisses while crying but imagine him being scared of holding the baby because of his arm, terrified of hurting that tiny being but the second he holds them the fear goes away and he's planting kisses on the top of the baby's head 🥹😭

CRYING. SOBBING. YEARNING. Anon, if you've been around my blog long enough, I have mentioned numerous times how my 3-part Caleb breeding kink (and pregnancy) series will happen. With the recent revelation about his arm, I was reflecting on how to tackle this series with regards to Caleb's character. I hope his future memories will also deal with this more, so we can get a better understanding of the changes and his own mental state regarding it.

omg ok we all probably know by now I am weak to the Caleb thoughts, so...so...just a little snippet. Just a tiny short snippet...

Sweet Little You

She was safe. They were safe.

Caleb watched with relief as you slept peacefully, exhausted after the grueling 34 hours of labor. He had dedicated his whole life to keeping you safe, protect you from dangers and prevent you from ever feeling pain, but in those long, slow hours, he had felt so utterly helpless as he watched you braved through the tribulations of motherhood.

He knew you were strong, knew that you were more than capable, but it did not deter his innate desire to shelter you.

It had only been a few hours since the baby was born, he realized, as his large hand rested on your head, gently smoothing your hair. He could still see your tears, heard you crying as you poured all of your strength into delivering his baby. You had gripped his hand so tightly, and though that right hand of his could no longer feel anything, his heart still did, torn apart at every scream, every sob that passed your lips. He did his best to encourage you, reassured you that everything was going well, that soon you both would meet your little one.

He wasn’t sure if what he had said helped or not, but you had still held his hand, holding tight to him just like long ago when you two were little. Maybe you still needed him, still wanting to lean on him like you used to.

He bent down and placed a soft kiss on your temple. “Thank you, my darling.”

Caleb’s ears perked up, hearing the sudden quiet fussing of his newborn. He looked to the hospital bassinet placed close to your bed. The baby was starting to stir, waking up from a peaceful slumber.

He quickly moved closer, his paternal instinct kicking in. He bent down lower, his voice softer than normal. “Hey, hey there, little one,” he said, about to reach down for the baby, but he paused, worried.

The baby’s face scrunched up, its cries still soft, but steadily growing just a bit louder. Panic briefly passed Caleb’s features, suddenly unsure of his own ability as a father. He could hear you stirring behind him, but he didn’t want you to wake yet, knowing you still needed more rest. He pushed down his own feeling of anxiety, and he bent down again, gently scooping the baby up.

The baby was so small, he couldn’t help but think, being able to hold the baby within his two hands. He readjusted his hold, cradling the baby within his arms, and his heart felt like it was slowing in time, his breathing almost stilling entirely as it finally seemed to clicked in his mind that he was holding his baby. This little baby, conceived from the love between you and him, was now here, in his arms, and he could barely stifle the sob that almost wanted to escape, his heart suddenly overwhelmed with so many different emotions ranging from disbelief to amazement and finally profound, unconditional love.

The baby’s cries ceased, replaced by soft cooing, and Caleb let out a breathless laughter, his earlier anxiety slowly receding. He still wondered about his capability, but more than that, he wondered how it was possible to love someone you had just met. When his eyes drifted up, settling over your sleeping form, he almost laughed again, realizing he had never found the answer to that question, having always been a willing victim of “love at first sight.”

He shifted his gaze back down to the tiny baby in his arms, his lips resting over the infant’s forehead, the sweet scent of the newborn filling his nostrils, and a warmth unlike anything he had ever felt before filled his chest.

“Welcome to the world, my little one,” he whispered, “We’ve been waiting for you.”

[dolledhee]

dolledhee’s fic rec list (aka my fave fics)

SMAUS

a stoner's guide to starbucks by @jayflrt

fuck christmas! by @ jayflrt

sugar daddy by @ jayflrt

take two by @boyfhee

the revenge pact by @ boyfhee

stan twitter by @okwonyo

advantages by @yenqa

when this is over by @nomniki

boomerang by @amakumos

all clear! by @ amakumos

cupids conflict by @ amakumos

language of flowers by @soobnny

connected memories by @weoris

deja vu by @yeokii

OT7

i hope nobody catch us by @bywons

your lips, my lips by @ boyfhee

as texts with my crush by @ boyfhee

joyride by @yuons

athlete bf by @ yuons

kiss my lips by @ okwonyo

one more kiss by @tzyunaes

now shush, let me kiss ya by @ bywons

pulling them by their tie by @ bywons

daydreamin by @ flwrstqr

secretly dating your brothers best friend by @flwrstqr

LEE HEESEUNG

golden boy by @ jayflrt

way back home by @ boyfhee

fair and square by @ boyfhee

belladonna by @ boyfhee

triage by @maiverie

open sesame by @ maiverie

just a little bit by @ boyfhee

down bad by @ boyfhee

how i met your mother by @i2sunric

every shade of you by @chogiwow

wanna be yours by @sjyuns

you get me so high by @ bywons

1O things i hate about you by @yenqa

foggy by @weoris

dear god by @ okwonyo

in the morning by @ okwonyo

strawberry head by @ okwonyo

pretty by @ okwonyo

adore you by @yeokii

PARK JONGSEONG

menace by @ boyfhee

pretty lady by @ boyfhee

kisses and friends by @ boyfhee

fever dream by @ boyfhee

apple cider by @yenqa

keep jazz alive by @soov

bf stories by @tzyunaes

cheerleader by @jlheon

hate you (not really) by @yeokii

SIM JAEYUN

no doubt by @jakesimfromstatefarm

freak like me by @sjyuns

boyfie by @ boyfhee

rewards by @ boyfhee

married under 25 by @ boyfhee

honey and cotton by @ weoris

durian by @gyuuuyi

your name by @soobnny

clingy jake by @jiwuu

on his lap by @ jiwuu

PARK SUNGHOON

candlelit by @ boyfhee

million dollar love by @ boyfhee

unlikelihood by @ boyfhee

take a bite by @ okwonyo

the fake dating pact by @jaeyunverse

unblock me! by @ okwonyo

rewind by @hoonvrs

noona by @ hoonvrs

marriage discount by @heeracha

KIM SUNOO

insousiance by @ boyfhee

as your bf by @ okwonyo

fairy of shampoo by @ yenqa

vanilla coconut by @gyuuberryy

birthday cake by @jlheon

lip balm by @ yeokii

YANG JUNGWON

how to get your girl by @ boyfhee

hockey player by @aquadios

clingy jungwon by @ jiwuu

jumping into his hoodie by @ jiwuu

the calm after the storm by @palajae

haru yo, koi by @amakumos

blue birthday by @ amakumos

classmate au by @ soobnny

NISHIMURA RIKI

hypegirl by @ palajae

twizzle into my heart by @ amakumos

classmate au by @soobnny

always japan by @ soobnny

you steal niki’s clothes by @jiwuu

kiss it better by @bywons

going overdrive by @ bywons

[sparklingchim]

you're losing me masterlist | jjk

pairing: jungkook x you

rating: 18+

tropes: angst, married couple, age gap, ceo jk, nepo baby oc, second chance romance

summary: amidst marital challenges, jungkook and you struggle with the difficulties of your relationship. yet, the lingering question remains: is the journey truly worthwhile?

*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ**✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*✭˚･ﾟ✧*･ﾟ*

PART 1: how long could we be a sad song?

chapter 01: midnight trouble (m)

jungkook is late from work yet again. but he shows you just how much he missed you.

chapter 02: silly costumes & haunted hearts (m)

having a bit too much fun at chanyeol's halloween party, jungkook unexpectedly joins the party too.

chapter 03: questions in the air (m)

probing questions and rising tensions cloud the family dinner.

chapter 04: bittersweet beginnings

encountering jungkook at a gala helps you to forget the rest of the world for a little while.

[pupkashi]

a/n: inspired by this tweet because all i could think about is gojo since he’s a Real Lover it’s so silly maybe ooc idk idc i hope u guys enjoy :3

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the sound of jingling keys jolts you awake, eyesight blurry as you check your phone. the bright lock screen of satoru holding a bouquet of flowers blinds you slightly.

2:38 am

your senses slowly come to you as you wake up more and more, the sound of what could be an intruder shuffling around in your living room has your heart pounding against your ribs. satoru wasn’t supposed to be home for a couple more days, and no one else has keys to your home. your palms are getting sweatier by the second, satoru voice instructing you on what to do rang in your ears (he was very aware that you were his weakness).

as quietly as you could you scrambled out from under your blanket, grabbing the knife satoru had hidden for you in the closet. you could see the hallway light flicker on as the warm light seeped through the cracks of the door. your grip tightens on the knife, positioning yourself behind the door as you hear them start twisting the handle.

there’s not a second of hesitation as the door opens slowly and you plunge the knife into the intruder’s abdomen, letting out a small squeak when you’re met with familiar blue eyes.

“toru?” you yell, hand still on the handle of the knife, plunged into his side.

“hello sweetheart” he coughs out, a charmed smile on his face as his eyes meet your petrified ones, “could’ve just said you didn’t want me home” he pouts softly, unphased by the knife still in his body.

your mouth opens and closes, frozen in position and satoru can’t help but feel a little bad for scaring you. he doesn’t mind the stinging in his side, thrusting the blade a bit deeper just to place a kiss to your forehead.

“satoru the knife!” you gasp, pulling it out and causing satoru to wheeze a little, stumbling as he puts his hand over his wound, healing it over in a matter of moments.

“that’s one way to be welcomed home early by your lover” he smiles, finally setting his bag down and engulfing you in his much larger frame.

“I’m so sorry i can’t believe i fucking stabbed you” you cry out, face hot as you hold your lover closer, “you couldn’t have sent a text or something?” you mumble against his chest, squeezing him tightly and placing a gentle kiss against his jaw. satoru pouts down at you, huffing softly.

“wouldn’t have been a surprise then,” you can’t help but roll your eyes at him, holding him closer, “i missed you so much, dunno who i thought i was saying id be gone for so long” he shakes his head, finally unwrapping his arms from you.

there’s a beat of silence as he’s staring down at you, a cheeky smile on his face before he turns to turn the restroom light on.

“what?” you ask, already under your blanket as you watch him shake his head, his lips fighting back a smile.

“nothing, nothing” he grins, a soft chuckle escaping his lips before clearing his throat.

“you can’t give me that look and then say nothing! you have to tell me now” you demand, satoru just about melts at the small huff you let out, enamored by the way you practically teleported to his side to pry information from him.

“it’s just you had a really weak stab” he giggles, “like, pathetically weak” satoru can’t help but burst into laughter at your look of offense when the words land on your ears.

“well excuse me i don’t go around practicing my stabbing skills!” you scoff, shoving him softly and crossing your arms across your chest, “in my defense i had just woken up” you grumble, turning your back to him and heading back to bed.

satoru takes a moment, admiring you before pushing off the counter and pulling you into him by your waist, “maybe it wasn’t weak, I’m just too strong hm?” there’s a cocky smirk on his face that you hate to love, making your breath hitch in your throat as you agree with his statement.

“now go shower you stink” satoru grins, placing a messy kiss to your lips before speaking up.

“you gonna stab me again if i don’t?”

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[safety-pin-punk]

What’s your biggest advice for baby/puppy punks or someone who’s just now looking into it?

Easy. Such an easy answer that it usually escapes people. My answer isnt music or bands or a specific life philosophy that you need to dedicate yourself to. No this one is much more simple.

Learn how to think critically about EVERYTHING

Start small if you have to. For example, WHY did you buy *insert item here*? Was it worth the price? Was there a reason you bought it from that store? Who benefits monetarily from the purchase? Does it make you happy?

Then go bigger. What did that politician say? Whats their stance on that topic? Why is that their stance? Who does their stance hurt? Who does their stance benefits? What could be the implications of that stance going into affect? Could that be easily reversed? How do you feel about that stance? Do the pros out weight the cons? Are any choices completely good? Do you need to sacrifice one thing for something else? Is that sacrifice justifiable? Why?

My point is, you shouldnt just follow and do what others say. You shouldnt jump on a bandwagon just because something is popular. Dont vote for someone just because it seems to be the popular choice in the circles youre in. Vote for someone because you’ve taken the time to think about their stances and their opponents stances and you’ve decided thats who you align with most.

Just. Think about your decisions. Think about what impacts they could have. Think about who you are and what you support. And most importantly think about WHY you support it.

And I realize this may be easier said than done. But I honest to god believe that this is SO SO SO important for people to learn how to do

[protags-fic-blog]

Requests are open??

If I can, may I request Amnesia Memories boys headcanons on how they go about comforting their SO when they have a bad day?

Thank you! :)

i FORGOT I HAD AN INBOX. i'm so sorry. i'm so so sorry.

Amnesia Memories: After a Bad Day

Shin

Simple comforts

Being there, in the same room as you

We all know he's bad at expressing his emotions but he would let you put your head on his shoulder. Lean on him as you decompress.

Toma

Holding you in his lap

He listens as you explain how everything went wrong

Cooks dinner that night. Your choice of what, or it's your favorite meal if you really can't think about it.

mommy vibes

Kent

Listening

First few times, he'd try to offer solutions, but you told him once that you just wanted someone to hear you, and he's learning!

Tries to take in what you feel and give you a positive experience in return. Like, if something was cancelled, instead he'll say that he can spend time with you,

Ikki

Now let's be real. Unwind sessions with Ikki happen a lot. There will always be something to say. It's stressful being out with him!

You both are often stressed, so you'll spend a night in when it's rough

He likes treating you nicely, so you just let yourself be pampered. Let him kiss you gently, hold you with tender hands.

Ukyo

Brushing your hair

Painting your nails

Whatever makes you feel most beautiful

He's used to shit happening, so he just tries to listen. He doesn't like hearing about you being in pain, but if it makes you feel better then it's worth it

[sttoru]

“𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘, 𝐀𝐌 𝐈 𝐀 𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐓? 𝐈’𝐌 𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐍𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐈𝐓.” — ISABEL LAROSA.

𝓲. a collection of fictional works about gojo satoru as reader’s older boyfriend (8-14 year age gap). keep in mind that the reader is and will always be portrayed as an adult & university student — being minimum 20 years of age.

𝓲𝓲. the works are divided into both sfw and nsfw categories. please read the tags properly before you read each piece listed down below.

𝓲𝓲𝓲. requests for this series are closed for now. there will be an announcement made when the requests for this series are open again. i also have no deadline to finish any of the fics stated down below — this is a continuous and incomplete series for as long as i say it is.

general content warning: age gap & size difference. if you’re uncomfortable with these themes, please scroll or click away.

\\ in his office — nsfw

your boyfriend shows you just how much he adores you in his office.

\\ ‘jealousy, jealousy’ — sfw.

your boyfriend comes to pick you up from uni. little did you know that his good looks would attract much unwanted attention from your classmates; cw. jealousy.

\\ ‘caught in the act’ — nsfw

your boyfriend catches you masturbating while he was away.

\\ ‘maturity’ — sfw.

your boyfriend sleeps on the couch after an argument you both had earlier that day. after calming your nerves and taking time for yourself, you realise that you might have been a bit too harsh on him.

\\ ‘future wife’ — nsfw

your boyfriend buys you a pretty golden necklace with his initials, not knowing it will only intensify the urge to claim you as his own in every way.

\\ ‘first - and definitely not last - good impression’ — (n)sfw.

your boyfriend wants to introduce you to his friends and co-workers. you were hesitant at first, due to the insecurities you have about your age difference. luckily, satoru knew just how to calm you down. cw. to be added.

\\ ‘bragging and its consequences’ — sfw + nsfw.

your boyfriend is to be bragged about. especially when he’s got the good looks, money and personality. satoru catches you in the act one day as you talk about him to your friends. cw. to be added.

\\ ‘birthday remembrance’ — sfw + nsfw.

your boyfriend welcomes you home after a stressful day at university. whilst spending the day with him, you feel like you had forgotten something important. and satoru knew just the way to remind you of it. cw. to be added

\\ ‘spoiled princess’ — nsfw.

you finally got the results to your recent exams back — all which were passing grades. when breaking the happy news to your boyfriend, he comes up with a way to reward you for your hard work.

\\ ‘a drug’ — n(sfw)

your boyfriend cannot stop himself from kissing you all over. kissing you is his favorite thing to do - no matter when or where.

‘attitude? gone’ — nsfw

satoru picks you up after your lecture to spend quality time with you, only to realise you got an attitude that needs some fixing.

more to be added . . .

OTHERS.

texting with him (hcs)

texts with him (smau)

cuddle weather (drabble)

wearing his hoodie (nsfw)

first time at his house

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[frownyalfred]

That one ask about AP Bruce putting Jason in the pit himself just put so many batkid AP things into my head. Like Bruce has his flock and he keeps them in this near inescapable nest, but is there truly any place they’d rather be at the end of the day? Bruce having the constant mental push and pull of wishing they didn’t have to be there, to wanting them there and needing them there. He can’t help but protect and love them even though it opens up a target. How much rage does them being there give him, that His City would be cruel enough to lock children in a place like this.

How terrifying would that rage be after Jason’s death. Because I can imagine that would be enough for him to slip, to remind everyone exactly why Bruce is here in the first place. And that he’s here because he *chose* to be, he can leave at any time. He can march freely through the doors, and bring back the *dead*.

Just the image of him covered in blood both from Jason’s body, and also covered in marks and scratches from where Jason bit and scratched and thrashed from the pit, just holding him and trying to keep him warm and trying to let him know that he’s safe now.

That last paragraph took me out at the KNEES. GOD.