#sorry <3

[willgrahamscock]

HANNIBAL + Text Posts 25/∞

[ellabsbb]

cocky loser stoner modern ellie hc’s

• such a job hopper. fast food, retail, random places like menards, the zoo

• her car is so shitty and it’s kinda stinky from the weed and maybe a bit dirty.. but she’d so clean it for you and put some air fresheners in the vents <3

• in the not so distant future she totally becomes one of those rich famous streamers and buys joel a house but shh that’s in the future so for now

• also her seat in her car is leaned back so far and so low there’s no possible way that’s comfortable right??

• sorry idk why i keep thinking about the car but also she has snacks in there always! but they’re like. opened, old, stale, half gone.. yeah

• a player, community strap if you will, but like come on can you blame her it’s not her fault she gets bitches (her words not mines)

• will smoke you out and take you to mcdonald’s what more could a girl ask for

• and she’ll pay even though she’s broke 90% of the time

• always texting joel memes he doesn’t understand in the slightest

• tells him about girls she’s been with just to embarrass him LOL

“joel you have to see this girl she had the most juicy-”

“alright that’s enough, i know i didn’t raise you to talk like that.”

• sometimes (most times) she’ll just wake up and throw on whatever she first puts her hands on. and doesn’t even care enough to pretend to be embarrassed when you see her in public in baggy pants with one leg rolled up, the most wrinkled shirt ever, and socks that aren’t even the same length

• refuses to wear any other shoes than her beat up busted up converse. they have several holes. you can see her socks. the shoelaces are torn. come on

• says stuff like she’ll buy you the most expensive gifts when she “makes it”

• you have to force her to put chapstick on and she’s so one of those people that only uses the original one with no fun flavors

• basketball shorts or boxers to sleep kind of girl

• always so warm omg (i am putting my cold feet on her idc)

• in conclusion i need her 🫡

[nachomori-3]

how we doing fandom

[hawnks]

You’re promptly banished from the Gojo Clan property, as is all of your ilk.

No one tells you why, and you have no clue yourself. You grow up hating the Gojos for putting you and your family through that. So when you start working at Jujutsu Technical High as a media arts teacher, your main goal is to stay as far from Satoru Gojo as possible.

Logically, you know he had little to do with whatever happened back then, but you have a vendetta and you’ve heard the whispers of what he’s like. Insufferable, and insufferably beautiful. Powerful, wealthy, loud. You hate him on principle.

You’re less than pleased when he shows up on the first day of your training, boisterously announcing himself to be your new sempai.

He makes it about two steps into the office before stopping abruptly, glasses slipping down his nose so you catch the barest sliver of his eyes, tracking you. He takes a long, deep breath. Let’s it go.

“It is you,” he murmurs. He’s grinning.

As a beta, you’re not very familiar with the idiosyncrasies of the other traits. But you know lust when you see it.

“Gojo, are you—“ you slip further behind the desk, putting space between you. You’re unsettled, but trying not to let it show. Especially not to him. You scoff. “Did you just go into rut?”

He stalks further into the room, up to the desk. He puts his hands flat on the tabletop, which brings his face scant inches from yours. He inhales. Scenting you.

His eyes roll back in his head, a bare second of euphoria before he catches himself. His smile is all teeth, when he peers at you. “Actually, it’s a heat,” he tells you. His fingers rap against the table. Impatient. Hungry. “Mind helping a guy out with that?”

You look at him, take in the size of him, the defined musculature. He’s not like any omega you’ve ever seen.

Your incredulity must show on your face because he chuckles.

His fingers stop tapping, instead pressing into the wood so hard his knuckles go white. “You don’t have to take my word for it,” he says. He licks his lips. “Why don’t you…check.”

[heich0e]

MINORS AND AGELESS BLOGS DO NOT INTERACT (18+)

the air feels sticky; too hot and too heavy to pull easily into your lungs, the smell of skin and sweat and something that pangs of home swimming in it.

you feel spent. boneless. aching but satisfied. but there's a sharpness there too, a thrum of something unpleasant that's beginning to twist the pleasure into something else.

"tobio," you murmur, and when he doesn't listen but instead presses his face more firmly between your legs, you repeat yourself. "tobio!"

you push against the top of his head, trying uselessly to wiggle away and earn some much needed distance. it's a futile endeavour, because he has both of his strong arms wrapped underneath your thighs, holding you flush to this greedy, unrelenting mouth. only after a few more moments of you struggling does the boy between your legs finally lift his face.

tobio's eyes are half-lidded and hazy, unfairly long lashes fluttering as he tries to focus as he peers up at you. his cheeks are rosy, and the pretty pink is mirrored in the wet, swollen pout of his mouth. he's soaked down to his chin, and the sheen of spit and you shines in the warm light of your bedside table lamp.

"what?" he finally responds to your whining, his voice a low, rasping purr as he blinks slowly up at you.

"too much," you murmur, your lips pursing into a little pout.

his dark brows pull into a perplexed furrow, his eyes trailing back down to your sensitive, glistening pussy. he can't tear his gaze away, enraptured by the sight of you twitching and dripping all thanks to him and the practiced, diligent work of his mouth. "but you only came three times."

[itz-rona220]

Lol let me free my cringy side over here too

Cuz why not X3

Lol imma just *disappears*

[meowsault]

shitpost collection (tl in alt <3)

[cosmicwar]

I love theon greyjoy he’s the fratboy he’s the boy next door he’s the ghost haunting the house he’s the final girl he’s the lost prince he’s the returning king he’s the monster he’s the hero from the songs he has no religion he’s the prophet he’s just a boy he’s god

[enden-k]

yall im sorry for barking but when arle. whena rle when. fingers. when arle snaps her fingers in her burst

[0xeyedaisy]

Ya got it boss

[lightningcrashes]

BUCKY BARNES + HANDS The Falcon and The Winter Soldier (2021)

[itsjaywalkers]

For someone who claims she dislikes jily so much and what not u sure seem so obsessed with them to the point u won’t stop talking about them just admit u like them bitch it won’t do any harm

omg babe ur right u caught me.. im so obsessed with them that i only write them as a past relationship!! never endgame!! or them cheating on each other!! or in this case, lily running away and aborting hers and james' baby bc she doesn't want it and then coming back just to talk shit about him!!!

i've said it before and i'll say it again, james AND lily are my favourite characters, so ofc i talk about them a lot and enjoy writing them both + their dynamic together. sometimes that includes them dating, usually in the past, but they'll never be endgame or be properly together during my stories bc i . don't . like . jily . loving them as their own, separate characters doesn't make me interested in jily??? u making this connection makes me think that ur incapable of understanding or appreciating a character outside of their romantic relationships which is . very sad . maybe ur the one who doesn't like them as much as they claim to huh

and if you're so pressed about it then maybe u could block me, it's incredibly pathetic that you check my posts so often and send hate on anon whenever i so much as breathe a word about them :/ maybe you'd benefit from going outside, touching some grass and minding ur own fucking business

[bedrock-to-buildheight]

Oh god he drank the bong water

[smokestarrules]

memes because I was left unattended for too long

[hawnks]

Satoru Gojo’s cursed abilities began to manifest at the age of two. By five he could read and write with ease, he could do basic arithmetic, and had better special reasoning than most adults. It was a given that his secondary traits would manifest early, and the clan was happy to welcome a dominant alpha to the family. Except—

He wasn’t.

The revelation that their messiah was an omega, frankly, appalled most of the Gojo Clan, but they wouldn’t deny their interest in a few incredibly powerful offspring.

By the time Satoru had truly and fully manifested at the age of fourteen, they had already thrown a few dozen alpha suitors his way — he had his pick of any of them, he could just drop out and raise children like a good omega. Except— he wouldn’t.

Satoru insisted on school, where it quickly became apparent that he would outclass even the strongest alphas. The clan was once again disgusted with him; the way he behaved, his strength and charisma, it simply wasn’t like an omega. He should be demure, and sweet, and happy to let everyone else order him around. Except he wasn’t.

He showed absolutely no signs of omega tendencies, except for infrequent heats, which were so mild he didn’t even need to take time off school. The clan had hopes that maybe that alpha boy he was always hanging around would get Satoru to settle down and mate, but no luck. When asked about this, Satoru said he found alphas “boring,” and would “rather drink bleach than fuck one.” The clan decided it would be best to wait a few years before broaching the topic of marriage again.

It wasn’t until his final year at Jujutsu High that Satoru showed any sign of libido at all. Lounging on the porch, ignoring his English tutor, staring out as the gardener tended to the koi pond. Then— Satoru bolted upright.

The tutor startled. “What? What is it?”

Satoru pointed. “Who is that?”

It took a second for the old man to spot who he was referring to. Someone else had joined the Gardner at the pond, peering down into the golden arc of fish. “The groundskeeper’s child.” A follow up question formed on his lips, “Why—“

Why are you interested when you’ve never shown an inkling of curiosity about anyone else in your entire life? But it died just as quick.

Satoru was staring at the gardener’s child with a look that could only be described as hungry. The shortened breath, dilated eyes, and flushed cheeks were unmistakable, although the unhinged grin he wore was a bit unusual (and unsettling). Nevermind whatever was going on below the belt.

“I want her,” Satoru said. Unshakable, bottomless lust— now that was just like an omega. Finally, he was experiencing a true heat, triggered by the presence of a potential mate.

Except—

“Gojo… that’s a beta.”

[feartheoldblog]

she blood on my borne til i seek paleblood to transcend the hunt