#i’m so glad he’s my boyfriend

[verygaysideblog]

just… relishing in the feeling of liking someone who genuinely likes me back.. and being boyfriends with him<3

[toasty-broski]

Honestly, you can’t blame people for shipping Sam and Dean when you have episodes like Tall Tales and have them acting like straight up BOYFRIENDS!!

(Im saying this because I was watching that ep with my brother last night and HE is the one who said “they’re acting like boyfriends”. Like EYE didn’t say it!!! HE did!!)

[weezerlvr228]

do u want me 2 kill that guy @ ur bfs party 4 u. guy sounds like literally the worst an I will have no issues doing it 4 u

thank you anon. i would love nothing more 💗

[the-alphonze]

hows your boyyyyfrienddddd~~~~~ :3

I,

Yeah he’s

Yeah Gryffons alright their doin’ good :]

[wipeawaythosetearsofbloodagain]

My idea of a party is drinking wine with my love and falling asleep on his chest <3

[demonicomens]

Guys unfortunately I have just learned I put way to much energy into being a sexy prince of darkness, flirty lush of a vampire cause it turns out I can delight my boyfriend just by saying

“I think I might lay on my tummy.”🥺

@almondmilk-official

[just-rogi]

I don’t buy in to that whole ‘Taylor and Joe are a PR relationship’ thing for one reason: Joe is such a bland fucking medium ugly loser guy, and that’s EXACTLY the sort of man that your jaw droppingly hot, incredibly talented, borderline genius, best friend dates… she will text the gc something like “Hey girlies!! Good news!! My paper on the cure for cancer is getting published in the New England Journal of Medicine and I’m invited to do a TedTalk!!!! Oh and Ethan got promoted to assistant manager at Dunkin Donuts!! 💕🥰✨” and send a selfie of the most sickly looking white man with scruff, dark wash jeans, and dead eyes that you’ve ever seen and be like “loml” and you just kinda have to roll with it

[inkykeiji]

i keep reading that lil story u shared and that’s just so heartbreakingly cute(?) idk,, i’m sending him good vibes

aw anon!!! 🥺🥺🥺 this is really sweet :(( i understand what you mean! it’s stuck with me for years, especially the way he said it like the ‘i can’t—i can’t take you out just yet’ was so,,, honestly i don’t even have a word to describe it. really earnest, maybe? not desperate or begging but a genuine hey, i’m getting out of here soon and i’d really love to take you on a date the moment i can. i dunno, it was really endearing! i really do wanna write something inspired by it 🥺 i sincerely hope he’s doing wonderful <3

[littledeadling]

I can’t watch the new mandalorian trailer I’m still so burned by the shitshow ending of TBOBF 💀💀💀 long rant in the tags sorry please don’t mind me

[mage-propaganda]

My boyfriend just makes me melt. He’s so sweet and kind. He gives the best hugs, and snuggles, and kisses. I love his beard and the way his glasses rest in his cute nose. The sound of his laugh is like music to my ears. I want to hold him and be held by him for eternity. I love our nicknames for each other. He’s my starlight, my heart, my Iris, and my treasure; my handsome, sweet knight [in shining armor]. He calls me his sunflower, his sunshine, his sweet Prince. He makes me melt. I write poetry and create fine art in his honor yet none of it could ever come close to his ethereal beauty and divine presence.

I 100% mean to be gay on main, by the way, he’s the most wonderful thing to ever happen to me. I grew up online believing I’d be unlovable due to certain aspects of myself (or so I was told - ranging from being disabled to being trans) or that love would be uncomfortable because of such things. Fuck, how I wish then I knew how sweet it is really is. I feel like I was made to love and be loved, and I want to love and show that love wholeheartedly and unabashedly with absolutely no reserve because it is wonderful.

[verygaysideblog]

my boyfriend can easily make me into a blushy mess with simply one cute text

[sylvaniian]

she’s gone. she won’t be back here tonight and my parents are probably not gonna let her come back until she figures herself out. she’s probably not gonna graduate high school because she refuses to fix whatever is wrong with her. and i know she’ll go to her asshole friend’s houses (if she has any left, since she pushed so many people away) and tell them that everyone is so mean to her and everyone will think we’re assholes for not standing by her while she abuses everyone around her. i’m just glad she’s gone for now at least, i feel like i can sleep safely

[chryzure-archive]

college au jacks is rlly rlly funny to me bc yeah, he’s a fate! he’s got a cursed kiss! he can control ppl’s feelings! he can control people’s hearts! he is still the most pathetic, wet rag of a person, whose roommate locked him out of their dorm the week after school started, so he had to stay at the house of the girl in charge of the group project he’d been trying to avoid. later, after his roommate lets jacks back into his dorm room (please note that this happened two months into the semester), said roommate MOVED OUT OVERNIGHT, without jacks being any the wiser 💀

[lem-argentum]

cute jacket acquired my boy is so ready for the main story hehe <33 >:>

[sanatomis]

cw. none except satoru being disgustingly cute (part 2)

satoru isn’t used to people calling him anything other than his surname. gojo-san to most, gojo-sensei to others. it’s simple, and gets the job done.

only a handful of people stick to calling him by his given name. to them, he’s satoru. it’s easy, and rolls of the tongue, and he greatly prefers it over the sound of his surname. it makes him feel like an actual person.

satoru never entertained the possibility of being called anything else other than those two names. he didn’t think it would ever happen.

for once, he was glad to be proven wrong.

“tough day, pretty?” you ask gently, and he sighs with a nod as he throws himself into your opened arms. his body moulds easily into yours, and he lets out a heavy groan as he settles onto the couch with you. the groan is loud, and over-exaggerated.

it’s so satoru.

you have to stifle a giggle.

“everything went horribly wrong,” he grumbles, his voice muffled against the fabric of your shirt. “the higher ups were up my ass again, my students laughed at me again, and when i finally made it to that bakery you liked they were out of your favourite pastries so i couldn’t get them for you—again!”

“oh, my poor baby,” you coo, and gently push his bangs out of his face. he nods in agreement, faking an immense amount of sympathy for himself. “‘s okay, at least you tried, hm? i think that’s very sweet.”

satoru hums, as if he’s deeply thinking about your words. “’m still your baby?” he mumbles, deciding that’s the most important thing right now. his eyes briefly flutter shut, consumed by utter bliss as you play with the hairs on his undercut.

“mhm, still my baby.”

“yeah? what else am i?”

this time you do giggle. he does this sometimes. you aren’t exactly sure why—but on tough days, satoru likes to crawl into your arms and listen to you call him every cheesy nickname under the sun. it’s easily providable and makes him so very happy, so you always indulge him.

“my honey bun.”

“and?”

“my boo bear.”

“mhm.”

“my sweetheart.”

“yes?”

you laugh softly. “my mochi,” you coo, and pinch his cheek. it’s a little squished because he’s laying on your chest, but it emphasises your point.

he grins under your touch. it’s adorable.

“keep them coming, please?” he asks, and you do. you always do, unable to refuse him. especially when he asks so sweetly.

“my sugar cookie.”

“my muffin.”

“my baby cakes.”

“my angel.”

“my love.”

“my husband.”

“h—huh?” satoru stammers, looking up from your chest. he lays his chin on your sternum, baby blue eyes blinking up at you. they’re filled with awe, surprise, and utter glee. “that’s, i’m not. . .”

“just testing the title, baby,” you tell him, and continue playing with his hair. he bathes in your touch and you smile softly as he grabs and kisses the palm of your hand. “what do you think, hm?”

“i think you should call me it again.”

“oh?”

“mhm,” he mumbles.

“my dearest husband.”

“again.”

“my handsome husband.”

“again.”

“my sweet husband.”

“again, please?”

you hum, impressed. “my well-mannered husband.”

satoru chuckles, and lays back down on your chest. his white hair tickles against your skin, and he sighs in content.

“i think i want to be your husband for real.”

“yeah?”

“yeah,” he mumbles and nuzzles further into your hold. “y’ve got the same ring size still, right?”

“i sure do,” you say, a content smile on your lips as you watch him slowly doze off to sleep.

“hm, good to know.”

for satoru, those nicknames make him feel as if he’s something even greater than a person—it makes him feel yours.

he’s not just gojo, the strongest. he’s not just satoru, the at-times somewhat immature adult with the sweet tooth of a child.

he’s yours. your baby. your honey bun. your boo bear. your mochi. your boyfriend. your love. and for satoru, there’s no greater thing in the world than that.

[girlfaking]

telling someone to kill theirself over a dni is crazy

to the 1 out of 8 billion people in the world who took me seriously: brother it’s a joke