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Product Placement
styofa doing anything
Lint Roller? I Barely Know Her

Kaledo Art
TVSTRANGERTHINGS
Monterey Bay Aquarium
Cosmic Funnies

Kiana Khansmith
almost home
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Misplaced Lens Cap
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me

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PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH
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@ambiguous-perfection
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I love my job, but reblogging employment jelly for someone else I love.
First it was “go to college”
Then it was “major in STEM”
Then it was “one year experience”
Then it was “three years experience”
Then it was “three years of DIRECTLY RELATED experience”
Then it was five years of DIRECTLY RELATED experience"
Now, if you didn’t practically invent the technology a company uses, you’ve got no shot.
“but I started in the mailr..”
Nobody gives a f*ck about how you started in the mail room. You’re the CEO now. The mail room job is an unpaid internship now, and it requires 3 years of directly related mail delivery experience to even be considered. Sit down.
Holy shit, you reblogged this from 3 years ago and, like… there’s not a word here I’d change
Long Distance Death
My grandma passed away recently and I couldn't be there
The Iris Den by Keira Santoso
friends with benefits.
Another day, another mission. Your apartment door creaks open slightly illuminating the darkness of your apartment. You could hear the slight hum of cars in the distance... workers starting their 3am shifts, you thought to yourself. You feel the ache in your core, arms and legs as you drag yourself to the bathroom to just get cleaned up. You'd hated if the bed got soiled with whatever splattered on your uniform attire a few hours ago. The though of it made you gag.
You put your daggers and weapons aside, peeled off your clothing and headed into the shower.
The vibration of your cell interrupted the last step of your skin care routine. You put down your lip balm once you're done and approached your phone.
"R u up"
Not even a question mark. You thought to yourself.
"yes"
You knew what he wanted. But at this time?
an immediate reply from Gojo
"im here'
A knock at the door startled your tired conscious. You answered the door in just your towel. He's going to want everything off anyways, so why bother. Gojo looked composed, still in his uniform but had a distant, distracted look in his eye as he smiled his nonchalant smile.
"I didn't mean to bother you this late."
"Oh, don't worry about it, I just finished a mission."
You let him in as you usually do, you hear his shoes clatter at the door as he took them off with your back towards him. You were about to offer him some tea before you felt his hand grip your elbow as Gojo turned you towards him. He kisses you aggressively, passionately. You let your towel fall to the floor as you help him unbutton his pants, he let those fall to the floor while he unbuttoned his top. His hot tongue invading your mouth as he pushes you onto your bed. His mouth never leaving yours as he threw off his shirt, your hands gripping his back, unaware that you were that desperate for his touch, his kisses, his warmth.
You let yourself cry out as he enters into you. Again and again. Your mouth never leaving his, but only for the small gasps of breaths you needed to take. Gojo grips your thighs as he thrusts hard into you. Breathless pants fill the silence in your room while he pounds mercilessly into you. You love it, you love the fact that it felt like he was desperate to fuck you. You loved how he wordlessly knew exactly what to do, exactly where to grip and touch.
"I'm coming." he gasps.
You answered in groans and gasps, reeling from the pleasure only he can give.
He thrusts his final thrust into you and collapsed on top of you. You could see beads of sweat from the moonlit beams from your window. You realized he didn't pull out like he usually does and moved from on top of you to your side and pulls you closer into his embrace. You felt his member leave your body after a while but Gojo remained next to you, arms around you, both your breathing slowing with every breath. He still hasn't spoken but his embrace remained firm.
In that moment, you felt the familiar ache of yearning and a horrible realization that you loved him. All those moments after a passionate session you notice he lingers next to you, he gets up to shower (treating the damn place like his own), makes you breakfast, asks about your day and tells you about his. Days where he 'didn't feel like it' he'd ask you out to lunch, with 'just you' cause 'he's bored' and stubbornly claiming that it's just what friends are for! in his ridiculous singsong voice. You joke about how his definition of friends with benefits is basically him being a boyfriend.
"Satoru-chan, aren't you acting too much like my boyfriend??"
You see the corners of his mouth lift producing a slight chuckle then brushes you off by changing the subject. Always. Every time.
You suggested a friends with benefits situation because you knew you were afraid when one thing led to another 2 months ago. You didn't tell him how you felt, you just kissed him when you both were about to go your own separate ways to your respective apartments. He kissed back, and teleported you back to his room where he tore your clothes off and ravished you on his bed.
You were afraid to get attached, to love, then to lose him. You were afraid of his rejection before, yet you yearned for him. You were afraid of the risks, so you opted for pure physical fulfilment. And maybe he was afraid too? Why else, would he agree so quickly for a quick fuck now and again and brush you off so quickly when you joke about labels and your friendship.
As you doze off into sleep a little part of you wishes that if jujutsu sorcery didn't exist, if you and Gojo were just normal human beings living normal lives without the daily stress of dying, would he tell you he loved you? Would he feel the same?
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Awaken by the sounds of morning birds chirping outside your room and Gojo's feather-like kiss on your cheek then your shoulder. You felt him linger with his eyes on you. You kept your eyes closed and pretended to still be asleep when you hear a little whisper.
"I love you."
Then his receding footsteps to the door, the clatter of his shoes as he puts them on and shuts the door behind as he leaves yet again.
Favourite stsg moments: JJK S2 Episode 1
Spy x Family
It's all about perspective.
What if I am both these people
love to purchase items but at what cost
temari and kankuro getting forehead scars matching gaaras that say “live” and “laugh”
Some of you never showered from the bucket and it shows 😒
the way this is supposed to be the prime of my life