#but you should change it to frankieromustdieaftermcr5comesoutandthetoursforitareover

[t-a-l-i-a18]

If MCR5 doesn’t come out it’s because Frank Iero died

Istg bro has a new sickness, injury, or bodily problem every week

[spiralstain]

👁not!not!not me!👁

[decolonize-the-everything]

STOP LINE 3

Another day, another chance to show your support to Indigenous people. Their treaty lands are being violated and colonized yet again in 2021 so big oil can keep making money off stolen land. Treaty rights surpass all state and federal law. Several appeals have been made, but Enbridge hasn't stopped once. They work all day and all night.

We CAN'T allow this to continue. YOU can't allow this to continue as our ally, as someone who cares about clean water, and who cares about having a clean planet. Spread the message as far as you can. We need you to help us protect our water and our planet. Please.

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7-24-21

[silveraspens]

I was struck by the sudden urge to genderbend princess bride, like it’s fckn 2013 or some shit.

[irhou-hen]

I watched Amphibia recently and made a sketchpage because I was full of feelings. The S2 finale had me vibing real hard. REALLY love Anne’s new Woodland God Look

Also???? I’m just so happy to finally see a Thai character in a cartoon. Anne is great and her parents are cool, I love them all. (´༎ຶོρ༎ຶོ`)

Definitely could’ve fit more on this page but I have exams to do tomorrow and I don’t have any energy :,) sorry Mr. Boonchuy, maybe another day.

Closeups!

[gelljc]

I miss ur marikim art 🥺 especially kim with braces

aw bless i miss them too 😭 especially kim with braces bc that was really big brain of me ngl

i recently redrew an old art of them bc i missed them but wasn’t going to post since it was a messy little thing but hey bc you mentioned them here you go anon

[wintergojo]

ineffable (husband!gojo x wife!reader)

Synopsis: A look on your daily, normal—as normal as it could be—life as gojo satoru's wife.

Tags: slice of life, fluff, married couple, implied pregnancy(ig?), also kissing + lots of domesticity, a bit of hurt/comfort

Word count: 2.2k

navi

Note: This is my first ever piece of writing in years (i was 12 when i last published something lol), and I'm very happy to be writing for jjk particularly for the lovable menace that is gojo satoru. The format of this fic was inspired by @/kentoangel’s i love you, i love you.

7:15 am and you heard your alarm ring for the second time. you tried reaching for your phone, but a pair of strong, familiar set of arms pulled you tighter. g'morning, gojo sleepily mumbles, pressing a chaste kiss on your nape, let’s stay in bed, he adds. you smile, rubbing his hands before pushing them away and sitting up. he didn’t protest, just weakly held onto your wrist before falling back to sleep. you stand, brushing his hair away from his face and kissing his forehead before heading to your ensuite bathroom.

7:33 am and you get out of the shower, seeing gojo still deep in slumber now lying on his stomach. you dress up and head to his side, shaking him lightly. baby, wake up, it’s late. he just responds by groaning and burying his head further into the pillow. you fondly sigh, smiling softly before stroking his hair, ‘toru, you really gotta wake up, you have a class to teach. he opens his eyes, slowly blinking at the reminder that yes, it’s only friday, baby.

7:44 am and you’re in the kitchen while gojo’s taking a shower. you hum, happy at the smell of onion and fried rice permeating the air. you finish putting the omelet on top of the rice, drawing a cute emoticon for yours and some lovely words for your husband using the ketchup. you bring the plates to the table, then move on to pouring strawberry juice on two glasses.

7:46 am and gojo enters the kitchen, grinning, water still dripping from his platinum hair. you scold him lightly for not properly drying them before coming to eat breakfast, he pouts before telling you that you’re mean to me today and defends himself by saying he just wanted to be with you as soon as possible. you snort and he smiles, sitting on the chair in front of you. that’s not true, you respond, picking up your spoon to finally start eating, i'm as kind as i normally am. it's his turn to snort as he too took his spoon. yes, so kind that you wrote ‘ lazy ass’ on the first meal of my day. he sounds dejected, but you see that he’s still smiling as he leans in to kiss you on the lips for the first time since the both of you woke up.

12:27 pm and you’re heading to one of the classrooms on tokyo metropolitan curse technical college. you’d normally go to a secluded area in the school where you and gojo usually eat lunch, but the three extra bento boxes on your tote bag are begging to be delivered to your husband’s adorable and hardworking first years. you decided to make extra food earlier this morning, after remembering how gojo had told you last night that nobara and yuji kept making puppy eyes at his food you’d prepared for his lunch on tuesday when you were sent on a mission.

12:29 pm and you peek through the slightly ajar door of gojo’s classroom, seeing your husband manspreading on his chair talking while the first years look like they’d rather be anywhere but there (except itadori of course, who’s intently listening to your husband and nodding agreeingly to every word he says). megumi notices you first, quietly speaking your name while looking at the door. itadori hears him and stands up, shouting a loud senseiii!! attached to your name before grinning and waving his hand crazily. you smiled and waved back, opening the door fully and entering the classroom as a very cheerful kugisaki greets you, going as far as to hug your left arm holding the bag.

12:39 pm and you’re gawking at itadori who’s almost done with his food while the rest of you aren’t even halfway yet. he grins at you, before turning to pester megumi and kugisaki for each of them to give him one tempura. the latter defensively holds the bento close to her chest and stares daggers at the pink-haired boy, effectively making him back off. the former, on the other hand, hands him his untouched tempura, earning him a, you’re really nice, fushiguro! thanks! now give me some rice, kugisaki! you laugh and look at gojo, seeing him also smiling at you. they really like your cooking, he smirks, too bad i'm the only one who gets to taste it daily. you playfully slap his arm before calling for itadori and offering him half of your whole meal. you mentally take note to make him two bento boxes (maybe even three?) the next time you cook for the first years.

7:23 pm and you’re perched on gojo’s chest, listening to his steady heartbeat while toy story 2 plays on the tv—you and gojo are having a pixar movie marathon, as a reward(?) for finishing another week without anyone dying. there's soda and a whole box of half-eaten pizza on the coffee table, the both of you opting to just order something for dinner. you’re almost halfway through the movie, with woody getting all cleaned and ready for his pictorial. d’you know that we never actually watched a movie as a whole because we blink? your husband suddenly asks, tracing random patterns on your stomach. you stared up at him incredulously, wanting to say something but restrained yourself. you decided to just scoff before nipping and licking at his jaw as a response.

7:32 pm and you ask gojo to pause the movie. he obeys but not without asking, are you gonna pee again? you nod and stand up, muttering a quick i’ll be back before pecking his nose and sprinting to the bathroom. you've been trying to suppress peeing for the last few minutes or so, too immersed in the movie and irritated with how many times you’ve gone to the restroom in the span of one hour. you think back to your week earlier, remembering that you’ve been going to the restroom a lot more than you usually did. weird, you inwardly thought, should i get checked for uti?

7:34 pm and you walk towards the couch, ready to cuddle with gojo again but was stopped by the look of unusual—but not unfamiliar—seriousness in his face. he was staring at the paused frame of the movie, eyes deep in thought behind his sunglasses. in the years you’ve known—and have been married—to your husband, you’ve come to know that a goofy personality isn’t all that he has. you’re aware that behind his cheerful and jovial personality lies a man who had been forced to grow up and shoulder the world at such a young age, having a life that he never got to truly enjoy due to the responsibilities laid upon being ‘the strongest’. that one nature he keeps hidden from everyone else shows itself whenever he’s alone, and you’re honestly glad that he’d come to trust you so much to let his guard down and let you in. right now, you have an inkling on what's keeping him occupied like that, considering the last mission his first years have just finished.

7:35 pm and you call his name, still standing, snapping him out of his thoughts. he smiles lovingly at you before reaching for your hand to hold you again. you shake your head and he pouts, about to speak but you cut him off by saying that you want to hold him instead. he grins and teases you that you really love me, huh? you just huffed and sat on the other end of the couch before opening your arms, where gojo willingly and delightedly went into. when the both of you were finally settled, he reached for the remote. what were you thinking about? you ask. he froze, taken aback by the sudden question. nothing in particular, he says, pressing the play button and snuggling back into your chest. he looks up at you, closes his eyes and puckers his lips, asking for a kiss.

7:36 pm and you’re just staring at gojo, wanting him to tell you what’s bothering him but also wanting to give him his own space. he opens his eyes and you realize you’ve probably been staring for too long, and he visibly deflates upon not receiving his kiss. you decided to let it go for now and pinch his cheek, peppering his face with wet kisses before pressing a loving kiss to his lips where you feel him smile. you pull away—but not before pecking his nose and lips again—and continue watching the movie.

10:02 pm and you've just finished the whole toy story series. you're now crying like a baby on your husband’s chest, still emotional over the movie's ending. gojo's hands rub soothing circles on your back underneath your (his) shirt as he tries shushing you, even though you know he's also tearing up a little, whispering sweet words on how woody's still in good hands and i'm sure the little girl's gonna take good care of him. his words do comfort you, and you feel weird because you don't usually cry at movies but you don't think about it too much as you feel your husband kiss the top of your head and you cry louder. he tries to calm you this time by telling you that there's a fourth movie next year, and that he'd take you to the cinema anytime you want.

10:56 pm and the both of you are now settled on the bed, feeling refreshed and rejuvenated due to the bubble bath you had just taken together. you're lying your head on gojo's bare chest, once again listening to his heartbeat while tracing imaginary shapes at his pectorals. you inhale, the smell of lavender bath bomb flooding your senses as you snuggle closer to him. he in turn kisses your forehead and continues rubbing your spine, humming a song you'd made him listen to a few weeks ago. you hum along, enjoying the silence and intimacy you both know you're lucky to experience given the nature of your profession.

10:59 pm and you decide to break the silence by calling his name, he responds with a soft hmm? and you look up at his face. you know you can tell me anything, right? you kiss his clavicle, i'm your wife, your partner, your other half. a kiss to his throat. i'm not really forcing you to tell me anything right now, you pause, a kiss to his jaw. but i just really wanted you to know that whatever burden you have, i'd gladly carry it with you as long as you let me. heck, i'd take it all if i could. a kiss to his lips, you're now propped up on his chest, his hands have come to snake around your waist, and you can see him staring at you with those gorgeous gorgeous sapphire eyes full of love and vulnerability.

11:01 pm and you continue, hands coming up to cradle his cheek. your position's a little uncomfortable, but you don't really mind. so don't ever hesitate about telling me anything, your feelings matter as much as mine does to you. i love you, and i would never ever want you to feel alone, especially when you have me. you squeeze his cheeks, releasing a laugh at how he now looks like a blowfish, before pressing a languid kiss on his glossy pink lips, trying your best to convey the love and devotion you have for him as your husband. he takes your hand from squeezing his cheeks and you feel him return the kiss with passion, understanding the feelings and unspoken thoughts he can't properly put into words, so he says it with action instead.

11:58 pm and gojo stares lovingly at your sleeping figure. heart full of gooey, warm, and indescribable emotions for you. he's thankful that you didn't push through the issue earlier, but more grateful that you know what he wants to tell you without him having to tell you with words. he knows you know what exactly had been bothering him, and he knows that it worries you, too. considering the relationship you've come to build with students, particularly with a raven-haired boy and his half-sibling. his mind suddenly wandered back to lunch earlier, remembering how motherly you had looked while watching the first years banter over the amazing lunch you had made for them. he thinks you'd make an amazing mother—he'd been thinking so for a while now. and though he can't really imagine himself as a father, he knows he doesn't mind if it's with you. yet for years he had restrained thinking about it, knowing the kind of life the child of the strongest would have, as well as their mother—you.

12:07 am and the fatigue from this week's events have started creeping up on gojo, so he succumbs, finally ready to join you in your slumber. he brushes your hair out of your face, smiling upon seeing the little dribbles of drool on the pillow. he pecks your forehead and lips, careful not to stir you awake. he lays down next to you, putting one hand on your belly and feeling something fast pulsating against it but paying it no mind. i love you, he whispers, thank you for everything. he pulls you closer and hugs you tightly, and with the sight of you now encased in his arms, safe and sound, peaceful and serene, he falls asleep. knowing he'd still be holding his world when he wakes up.

Ps. I'm a huge sucker for domestic and soft gojo, i apologize if some moments came off as cheesy 😗 Feedbacks and reblogs are highly appreciated! 🤍

[eegnm]

I saw you’re taking requests and your Star Wars art is so good!! Maybe Cassian Andor in honor of his upcoming show?

He sparks joy ✨

[fire-lord-katara]

The proof that Italy is bisexual is that they win both gay (eurovision) and straight (euro cup) european contests

[brother-emperors]

BRUTUS

Are yet two Romans living such as these? The last of all the Romans, fare thee well! It is impossible that ever Rome Should breed thy fellow. Friends, I owe more tears To this dead man than you shall see me pay. 

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

anyway the trope of boys spying through their female neighbor’s window is gross and dangerous. predatory behavior in boys isn’t funny or normal, especially when it’s easy for real children & teens to emulate that shit at home.

don’t teach the kids in the audience that that’s the way the world works.

[wingsmould]

people are like 'oh the knight doesnt have emotions' as if this screenshot doesnt just radiate malice

[tianhai03]

happy anniversary to a game that changed my life ❤️

[carryonmylovelies]

<3

[lastlifeforfans]

Last Life: For Fans Server

I’m proud to announce I’m opening a Last Life server for fans! 

Last Life: For Fans, or LLFF for short, will follow the same premise as the original server. It will implement the random lives system, the boogeyman mechanics, and /givelife commands.

I am looking for 10-20 applicants, 18 years or older, preferably North American residents (due to server ping), with a Minecraft: Java Edition account to join the server.

APPLY HERE.

I recommend reading this entire post before applying.

As a university student, with two jobs and a full class schedule, I rarely get the chance to engage with others about one of my favorite games, Minecraft. As a fan of Last Life and general MCYT, I thought it would be really cool to create and run a server for folks like me -  those who may not have the time to play or watch Minecraft everyday, but want to connect with other fans and make new connections. 

The server will be run similarly to how the OG Last Life server is run - it will only be open during a certain day and time, from 2-6 hours, and we will ask that all players hop on then to progress the game and have some fun. Once members are chosen, we will figure out a time that works best for everyone to play.

You do not need to be a diehard fan of the series to apply. However, I do ask that applicants are actual fans of Last Life and only apply that can dedicate 2-6 hours of their week to the server. 

If you’re interested, please apply here: https://forms.gle/BhRKDcofBU5cfaaM8

Common Concerns/Questions

What are you looking for in applicants? Are there requirements to apply?

You must be 18 years or older.

You must own a Minecraft: Java Edition account.

You must have a decent* mic and be comfortable talking in VC. Communication is important and generally can make playing more fun and engaging. (*Decent means anyone listening should be able to hear your voice clearly and easily without background noises or buzzing.)

You must have a Discord account.

I am generally looking for people who have good sportsmanship, love Minecraft and want to have some fun. :)

Why do you have to be 18 years or older to apply?

Mainly because I want to connect with older fans of Last Life. I think it’s harder for those folks to connect with others with similar interests and backgrounds IRL. I’m hoping that this requirement can help garner the attention of the more mature fanbase, who are also passionate about Minecraft, but just don’t have the time to play it 24/7.

Do you have to be a content creator or be able to record footage to join?

NO! In fact, I recommend not creating video content from anything that happens on the server, due to the fact this is a very similar, if not a straight up copy of the OG Last Life server. Like previously stated, this is for the community to have fun and create connections. :)

Why create a fan server in the style of Last Life? 

I really like Last Life in the sense that it’s not a traditional vanilla server. With a Last Life style gamemode, there’s no pressure in making giant or impressive builds, but rather focuses on camaraderie, partnerships, and communication. There is also a beginning and end to the server, whereas in vanilla smp’s, new players are often left behind until a new season or restart happens - some players cannot afford to play everyday and grind, and that’s the appealing point of LLFF. With a set schedule that works with everyone, I’m hoping LLFF can become a way for older fans to connect and have fun without being left behind like in larger public vanilla servers.

Who’s managing the server? What plugins are you using?

You can call me Yonbon (They/Them) - I’m the server owner and admin. :) I am running the server on Paper Spigot Java 1.17.1 and I am using the fan-made Last Life server plugin developed by Xcalibur8, along with general performance plugins as well as the Simple Voice Chat Mod (Proximity Chat).

You can find Xcalibur8’s plugin here. I highly recommend donating to them for creating it.

If you have any questions or comments, let me know in the asks!

Applications are due November 14th, 2021 at 11:59pm, PST.

Thank you, and goodluck!

[seonghwasblr-moved]

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