#jjt

[shownuxhyungwon]

💞 just jooheon things 💞

[r0semultiverse]

Anyone know who JJT is?

my friend got a cryptic Morse code over tumblr

[jamiemcnamara624]

a casual discussion between the two of them

yeah you guys did some shit to callie and i don’t blame you

[calamityman]

I miss you so fucking much papa.

Nothing's been the same

There's so much I wanna tell you so much I wanna hear from you. What i would do just have you call me. I love you.

This is one of my favorite pictures.of my best friend...he called me while on vacation and the shrooms had just started hitting.

[bel-varret]

[veradical]

A letter to my ex:

I’m sorry I was so toxic and chaotic for you. I know it wasn’t easy to love me. The last thing I ever wanted was for you to get hurt. I still think about us and how much I absolutely adored you. You were my first love and best friend and that’ll always be true. I think everything happened for a reason with us and it just wasn’t our time. I’ll always cherish the good moments we had together and you’ll be forever engraved in my heart.

With so much love,

Veronica

[3-aem]

why do i know what it means when someone asks me to draw gojo buying wonderbread but not know how i know. like this knowledge was just inserted into my mind at a certain point, probably against my will.

[booitsbeloved]

YOUR JIST A BOY YOU ARENT NO MAN AND NKBODY YOU KNWO WILL UNDERSTANDDDD

[godsbox-a]

song starter, ♫ : unperson. ( toge ) @staggerbackwards

tapping out texts, an 𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚖𝚊𝚔𝚒 𝚔𝚞𝚗'𝚜 𝚐𝚛𝟾, 𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚕𝚍 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚌𝚊𝚕𝚕 𝚞 𝚜𝚎𝚊 𝚞𝚛𝚌𝚑𝚒𝚗 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚍 ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)و in megumi's inbox and attaching a photo of the pair with matching peace signs, occupying space in a mostly vacant train car      ' understaffed ' gojou'd explain, answering questions toge'd never ask with one leg folded &. an ankle bouncing, ' and ijichi's younger, y'know. makes me feel bad. ' the compassion's selectively cherry picked, an elder - appointed tagalong mission missing the cut of anything he'd been willing to call important when the entire song and dance came maliciously tinted : inumaki toge, not a clan kid they wanted hanging around their whole house of cards society. just made gojou want that name down on the roster more, a teacher's passion exacerbated. malicious, returning the favor.

it's an optimization, several birds knocking down with one stone tossed to pave his preferred path with the same sorts he'd reason somewhere in the back of his head would make for nice friends, for the one still waiting in the rafters for his next birthday, ready to enroll. it's amusing in some sort of way, to cut the old clans' new inheritors out like people from a magazine, glue them all mismatched onto the same page like paper dolls &. lamenting in the moment that the kamo kid wasn't interested in moving      that'd have made a full set, mint condition. players to rewrite the same old stories, patch in a better ending, make him an honest man true to all his words. ❝ it's alright if you're no good with that yet, ❞ gojou offers, idly off into space, towards plastered posters and scibbled - over safety warnings than the branded sigils hidden down under, spiraled up from behind a folded scarf. ❝ you're a shoo - in no matter what. ❞

[lunarlagomorph]

This is what good philosophy looks like btw

[jesjestraverse]

Pull Me Up From Down Below (Fives x F!Reader)

Tomorrow the first chapter will be posted! I wanted to share a few quick notes and the summary. This is going to be an 18+ fic. Some of the warnings include: depression, drugs, alcohol, sex, swear words, and violence. I’ll add warnings for each chapter. I know where the story is going; however, as of right now, I’m not quite sure how I want it to end. I will try my best to update weekly. The title of this fic is inspired by Avril Lavigne’s song, “Head Above Water.” :)

Summary: It all started with an ad for a roommate. A clone trooper was the last sentient being you would ever expect to apply, but as it turns out, he’s the most normal one out of all the applicants. At least, that’s what you thought. You soon find out that he’s in a mess of his own and his problems quickly become your problems. As the two of you work to help each other out, feelings start to blossom as well, and you begin to realize there’s still some light in the galaxy after all.

[sensitivegoblin]

my phone is crapping out so i might be unreachable for a bit, im logged in on my laptop but i cant promise ill get messages as fast as i did before

[r0semultiverse]

So JJT (who is likely “J”) is a person and/or creature but definitely seems to have a blog on tumblr 👀

based on the defensive reactions of the asks about “J” (and the tone when J was mentioned) and the negativity towards “JJT,” I think they’re one & the same

that and how the admin was super weirded out about the Morse code that mentioned JJT from before

[ratiosalaryman]

[ lit ]  your muse lighting a cigarette , spliff , etc. for mine . 

@getouh : ( answered non-sexual acts of dominance — accepting ) getouh lights → nanami's cig

It was time to come up for air. The heavy metal door swings heavy behind him as he puts the cigarette to his lips, stepping free of the threshold of sterile office silence and numbing fluorescent lights. He is greeted by the setting sun on a Tokyo skyline. The neon lights of the metropolis flicker to life around him, casting eerie green and crimson light on the towering monolithic building behind him. A reminder of his deadline, Nanami sighs, sucking dead air through his teeth as he acquiesces to the night's trials. Tie askew, Nanami finally takes off his suit jacket, folding it beneath his arm as he searches for a lighter. He finds his financial report, instead. Frustrated, he sighs as he pulls out a pen and props himself on the concrete boundary. He folds the paper in half, tired and body feeling like a damned punching bag, he scrapes his eyes over the numbers again, irritable that he had pocketed something so important amidst a deadline. He senses something sick on his periphery, but he's easy to ignore the impending choke of cursed energy. Better to weigh the day's plaguing deadlines. But there is something familiar in the click of shoes upon the pavement. An unwelcome presence that cuts through Kento Nanami's arithmetic reverie.

Nanami's eyes lift from the spreadsheet, meeting Getouh Suguru's gaze with measured disinterest. A "miss me, Nanami—?" plays on the man's dark eyes, smugness dripping off every movement, every gesture as he encroaches. There is a great assuredness in him that Nanami hasn't met before. This isn't the Suguru Getouh he knew. The confidence is different, not the same humble confidence that he admired before. It can't be— The man produces a lighter out of nowhere. His ex-upper class-man smiles mockingly at him, pressing too close-- Nanami meets his eyes with stiff stoicism, and without waiting for permission, Getouh flicks open the lighter. The flame dances to life as he leans in. A cackle of flint and steel lights up the hard lines of Nanami's face, his cool eyes not leaving Suguru as he casually lights his cigarette. The acrid scent of burning tobacco fills the air as Nanami inhales, a gesture more of compliance than desire. The smoke curls around them like a twisted dance, unresolved tension that hangs thick between the two men. Nanami's eyes narrow, the distaste evident on his face as he turns his head to exhale a lazy plume of smoke. Getouh leans against the concrete wall, watching him with the dark eyes of a shark that tastes the scent of blood. The rhythmic pulse of traffic sounds continues on and on around them, and the wind picks up. "I'm on break," he says, his voice carrying a subtle edge. He notices the sheet in his hand has been crushed in the interim, and Nanami silently folds the paper in irritation to tuck it away. He rolls up his sleeves, a tick of his, to then flick away the ashes, seeming more interested in anything else, save the black hole on his periphery— Suguru. The glow of the cigarette tip illuminates his features, sans glasses, his cursed tool replaced with the mundane air of over time weariness and annoyance. No one is here to witness this ghost return, save Kento Nanami, salary man. He's retired from this bullshit, for fucks sake.

[calamityman]

I’m so broken…spent the morning in the phone with mom, couldn’t make it to court today…every ounce of energy in body is broken. I miss my brother my best friend. And everyone’s been telling to have faith..”justice will be served” how is this justice. He doesn’t deserve to continue living in peace while we’re left broke… he killed my best friend and left him to die alone..you used to call him your best friend…