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”THROUGH A RAPIST’S EYES” (PLS TAKE TIME TO READ THIS. it may save a life.) Reblog this!
It seems that alot of attackers use some tactic to get away with violence. Not many people know how to take care of themselves when faced with such a
situation. Everyone should read this especially each n every girl in this world. THOUGHT THIS WAS GOOD INFO TO PASS ALONG…
FYI - Through a rapist’s eyes! A group of rapists and date rapists in prison were interviewed on what they look for in a potential victim and here are some interesting facts:
1] The first thing men look for in a potential victim is hairstyle.
They are most likely to go after a woman with a ponytail, bun! , braid, or other hairstyle that can easily be grabbed. They are also likely to go after a woman with long hair. Women with short hair are not common targets.
2] The second thing men look for is clothing. They will look for women who’s clothing is easy to remove quickly. Many of them carry scissors around to cut clothing.
3] They also look for women using their cell phone, searching through their purse or doing other activities while walking because they are off guard and can be easily overpowered.
4] The number one place women are abducted from / attacked at is grocery store parking lots.
5] Number two is office parking lots/garages.
6] Number three is public restrooms.
7] The thing about these men is that they are looking to grab a woman and quickly move her to a second location where they don’t have to worry about getting caught.
8] If you put up any kind of a fight at all, they get discouraged because it only takes a minute or two for them to realize that going after you isn’t worth it because it will be time-consuming.
9] These men said they would not pick on women who have umbrellas,or other similar objects that can be used from a distance, in their hands.
10] Keys are not a deterrent because you have to get really close to the attacker to use them as a weapon. So, the idea is to convince these guys you’re not worth it.
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POINTS THAT WE SHOULD REMEMBER:
1] If someone is following behind you on a street or in a garage or with you in an elevator or stairwell, look them in the face and ask them a question, like what time is it, or make general small talk:
can’t believe it is so cold out here, we’re in for a bad winter. Now that you’ve seen their faces and could identify them in a line- up, you lose appeal as a target.
2] If someone is coming toward you, hold out your hands in front of you and yell Stop or Stay back! Most of the rapists this man talked to said they’d leave a woman alone if she yelled or showed that she would
not be afraid to fight back. Again, they are looking for an EASY target.
3] If you carry pepper spray (this instructor was a huge advocate of it and carries it with him wherever he goes,) yelling I HAVE PEPPER SPRAY and holding it out will be a deterrent.
4] If someone grabs you, you can’t beat them with strength but you can do it by outsmarting them. If you are grabbed around the waist from behind, pinch the attacker either under the arm between the elbow and
armpit or in the upper inner thigh - HARD. One woman in a class this guy taught told him she used the underarm pinch on a guy who was trying to date rape her and was so upset she broke through the skin and tore out muscle strands the guy needed stitches. Try pinching yourself in those places as hard as you can stand it; it really hurts.
5] After the initial hit, always go for the groin. I know from a particularly unfortunate experience that if you slap a guy’s parts it is extremely painful. You might think that you’ll anger the guy and make him want to hurt you more, but the thing these rapists told our
instructor is that they want a woman who will not cause him a lot of trouble. Start causing trouble, and he’s out of there.
6] When the guy puts his hands up to you, grab his first two fingers and bend them back as far as possible with as much pressure pushing down on them as possible. The instructor did it to me without using
much pressure, and I ended up on my knees and both knuckles cracked audibly.
7] Of course the things we always hear still apply. Always be aware of your surroundings, take someone with you if you can and if you see any odd behavior, don’t dismiss it, go with your instincts. You may feel
little silly at the time, but you’d feel much worse if the guy really was trouble.
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FINALLY, PLEASE REMEMBER THESE AS WELL ….
I know you are smart enough to know these pointers but there will be some, where you will go “hmm I must remember that” After reading forward it to someone you care about, never hurts to be careful in this crazy world we live in.
1. Tip from Tae Kwon Do: The elbow is the strongest point on your body. If you are close enough to use it, do it.
2. Learned this from a tourist guide to New Orleans : if a robber asks for your wallet and/or purse, DO NOT HAND IT TO HIM. Toss it away from you…. chances are that he is more interested in your wallet and/or
purse than you and he will go for the wallet/purse. RUN LIKE MAD IN THE OTHER DIRECTION!
3. If you are ever thrown into the trunk of a car: Kick out the back tail lights and stick your arm out the hole and start waving like crazy. The driver won’t see you but everybody else will. This has saved lives.
4. Women have a tendency to get into their cars after shopping,eating, working, etc., and just sit (doing their checkbook, or making a list, etc. DON’T DO THIS! The predator will be watching you, and this is the perfect opportunity for him to get in on the passenger side,put a gun to your head, and tell you where to go. AS SOON AS YOU CLOSE the DOORS , LEAVE.
5. A few notes about getting into your car in a parking lot, or parking garage:
a. Be aware: look around your car as someone may be
hiding at the passenger side , peek into your car, inside the passenger side floor, and in the back seat. ( DO THIS TOO BEFORE RIDING A TAXI CAB) .
b. If you are parked next to a big van, enter your car from the passenger door. Most serial killers attack their victims by pulling them into their vans while the women are attempting to get into their cars.
c. Look at the car parked on the driver’s side of your vehicle, and the passenger side. If a male is sitting alone in the seat nearest your car, you may want to walk back into the mall, or work, and get a guard/policeman to walk you back out. IT IS ALWAYS BETTER TO BE SAFE THAN SORRY. (And better paranoid than dead.)
6. ALWAYS take the elevator instead of the stairs. (Stairwells are horrible places to be alone and the perfect crime spot).
7. If the predator has a gun and you are not under his control, ALWAYS RUN! The predator will only hit you (a running target) 4 in 100 times; And even then, it most likely WILL NOT be a vital organ. RUN!
8. As women, we are always trying to be sympathetic: STOP IT! It may get you raped, or killed. Ted Bundy, the serial killer, was a good-looking, well educated man, who ALWAYS played on the sympathies of unsuspecting women. He walked with a cane, or a limp, and often asked “for help” into his vehicle or with his vehicle, which is when he abducted his next victim.
Send this to any woman you know that may need to be reminded that the world we live in has a lot of crazies in it and it’s better safe than sorry.
If u have a heart or compassion reblog this post.
‘Helping hands are better than Praying Lips’ – give us your helping hand.
REBLOG THIS AND LET EVERY GIRL KNOW
ATLEAST PEOPLES WILL KNOW WATS GOIN IN THIS WORLD.
So please reblog this….Your one reblog can Help to spread this information.
I hope you all will Reblog. Lets See how many of you really care for this.
I started following this girl and her whole dash ended up these. And her last post. I can’t even say words. Anons took her life. If that okay with you, then carry on with your day. If you agree this is unacceptable and okay, then reblog and spread the word. What you say can actually change a persons life! So help out
I don’t care if this makes your dash look ‘ugly’, no matter what type of blog you have you should reblog it.
One anon even wrote “ I dont know you and dont want to know you” and this makes me so goddamn sick
Why sending hate to a person when you DONT know them?? Or dont even send hate to anybody you do khow since it’s also disgusting
like seriously I’m on tumbrl for almost a year now and ofc every social media has a dark side. But because you can send hate as an anon makes it hard for the blogger to know who it was. It even shows how you dont have the courage to show yourself smh
I saw how one HQ blogger got hate because of their angst content( they posted cheating hcs or something) and even turned off the anon modus for a while
If you cant handle angst, just scroll down and dont go to the blogger and leave some hate. meanwhile you could do soemthing better in your life
Spreading hate to make yourself happy ( and going so far that somebody is going to end their life) is just pathetic af
you guys?!?!??!? 100+ likes on my gojo fics in under 3 days!?!??? i will sob i will scream thanku for the support ily all i will pump out writing works like a machine just u wait
‿︵ 1.09k words + angst + tw: gojo being a prick + word vomit tbh + degrading words
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : woooahhhhh two posts in a row?! BAHHAHA also i dont know what was going on with all the arrow metaphors?!??@!??@!
“I want to break up with you.”
You hated it. You hated how the words sat on your tongue. You hated how it left your lips, might as well be considered as puke. You hated how it hit your ear. Somehow it hit the reality of a future without Gojo like a drum. You hated it. You were breaking up with Gojo Satoru.
You duck your head, eyes focusing and fixating on anything but your — now ex — boyfriend. You couldn’t bear to meet his eyes, well, blindfold. You would burst into tears if you’d do.
Gojo, however, was uncharacteristically quiet. His quietness always screamed anger, and he was angry. The insides of his cheeks were pierced between his teeth, and the rosiness of his cheeks, often present when he’s in a good mood, was gone. He was angry — at least, he wanted to be angry. In his head, a wave of thoughts crashed onto his frontal cortex repeatedly. Like a tsunami.
“I don’t get it.” Disappointedly, the only right thing Gojo said all day. The fact that he didn’t get it. He was right, and it was so obvious. He didn’t get how he was slowly and absentmindedly destroying the relationship. Like a crumbling building. He didn’t get how hurt you felt whenever he’d throw you backhanded compliments, sometimes downright mean insults when you’re feeling your best.
“Are you really gonna wear that?” “What’s with all that makeup on your face?” “You look like a whore.”
An arrow shot right through your heart.
Not the Cupid kind. The bad kind. The one with poison lathered at the tip.
It was unfair. He didn’t get how hurt you felt whenever he’d flirt to other girls, right in front of you. As if you were nothing but a mere stranger passing by. He would give them starving looks — if he’s in a good mood then he’d strike up a conversation. Pin them by the wall and scold them for having a “naughty mouth”. All the conversations ended with, “my partner’s with me”, paired with a particularly harsh eye roll from him and a rather rude glare from the person he’s held captive today.
He was a fucking asshole for doing that, in front of his partner too, but you were surprised of how all of them swept his actions under the carpet like that. Probably acting out of desperation. You couldn’t blame them, Gojo’s flawlessly attractive and he practically possesses the best social skills if he’s feeling serious.
You couldn’t forget the time that Gojo was doing his Casanova bidding on some beautiful woman while you both were on a date. You couldn’t help but notice that that woman had the exact opposite features rested on her face. The fact that Gojo looked even more enamored compared to the other women he has talked to ever, in his life, bothered you.
A sweet old lady passes by the two, completely ignoring your presence and instead focusing on the sorcerer and his “companion”.
“What a cute couple. You’d make pretty babies.” The lady coos, earning a flustered string of vowels and consonants from the girl, and a painful silence from your boyfriend.
Why wasn’t he saying anything? The words “he’s actually my boyfriend” sat at the tip of your tongue, begging to be released. To Gojo’s satisfaction, you said nothing. Why wasn’t he saying anything? Gojo, please deny it, please.
Another arrow shot right through your heart. Then another. Then another.
He didn’t get how hurt you felt whenever he’d play you like a fool and make a poor taxi driver listen to your muffled cries as they drive you back home. It was a choreographed pattern — you would remind him about a date that you planned 3 days ago, he’d promise you he’d attend, you’d be wearing your best attire and use a special For-Special-Occasions-Only makeup kitt, you’d be waiting at your reserved table for more than an hour, and finally.
Finally when you receive a text message from him after sitting there, and almost getting escorted out the restaurant for not ordering a platter, he’d type the same exact response.
“srry. work problems. will make up 2 u soon.”
The arrows kept coming. The poison hurt so much that at one point, it stopped hurting. Your senses grew numb. The poison was so strong that one day, it made no effect at all. You were stupid. The poison made you grow stupid. You were stupid that you didn’t break up with him sooner. While you were wallowing in your own pain, the arrows stuck on your chest — the famous sharpness of daggers practically rivaling the sweet sultry pain of the poison, Gojo was busy in someone else’s chest. He was not taking out any arrows.
That’s when you ripped out all the arrows from your chest. It bled, it hurt, the poison was still there, it hurt, but it was something. Like a phlegm that got taken out after lodging your throat for so long. But it wasn’t a full cleanse. You wanted to do more.
That’s when you asked to break up with him.
“I don’t get it.”
“Are you kidding me?!” You wanted to punch him, kick him, jab him in the throat, kiss him, tell him that you were joking, tell him that you didn’t want to break up, cry in his chest, god. You didn’t know it was this hard. “You- you hurt me! God, Satoru, you hurt me!”
It was pathetic, you thought. You were breaking down in front of him, repeating the words “you hurt me” like a broken record — like it’s the only 3 words that you know in any language. You wanted to spill out paragraphs, vomit out words that you’d probably regret later on, you wanted to tear him apart with your words. But somehow, you can’t. It was pathetic.
Little did you know that Gojo’s heart tightened every time you let out a sob. He wanted to hug you right then and there, tell you it was alright. It’d be a lie if he said that he lost feelings for you. He still loved you. He was just really stupid.
“You, you fucking hurt me Satoru.” This was it. You were ripping out the last arrow that pierced straight into your heart, it was a small arrow, but it hurt. It hurt a fucking lot. It hurt so much that you didn’t even notice it was there. This was it. It was like removing a splinter. This was it.
‿︵ 2.6k words + fluffy fluff fluff + married au + theres one (1) girlboss joke anyone can be a girlboss ok + not edited/beta read pls (dont) trust my english skills
₍ᐢ..ᐢ₎🍵 : why did this take me a week to complete ok anyways this was inspired cause i saw this rlly cute froggy tea set on amazon and i want it pls
So you forgot your wedding anniversary.
It was just like any other day. Your husband wakes up, you wake up with him, you both prepare two plates of pancakes topped with chocolate chips for you and the standard blueberries for him, he quips about how adorable you look half-asleep in the morning, you exchange quick banter, shower shower, your dumbass forgets your towel so you have to scream at the top of your lungs for your husband to get it for you, you put on some clothes, exchange kisses and two of you are out the door. Except, it wasn’t like any other day. The calendar emphasized that for you.
Written in capital bold letters and encircled with an intimidating shade of pink reads “Wedding Anniversary!!”, the ‘i’ distinctly dotted with an adorable heart; a small habit that your husband, Gojo Satoru fell in love with. That wasn’t going to help you any longer, you just forgot one of the most important days of your life.
The last time you felt panicked over a bunch of words is when you almost sampled a box of rat poison instead of cornflakes due to the terrifying similarity of the box, and even a near-death experience couldn’t top the fact you forgot your wedding anniversary! What would Gojo think, does he feel invalidated right now? Does he think that you lost feelings for him- oh god, is he planning to file for a divorce?!
You quickly swat your terrifying thoughts out of your brain. Note to self: never be alone with your thoughts. Another Note to Self: your current and only agenda today is to buy a gift, stat. You just have to play it off like you actually remembered the occasion. This is good. You’re going to be good. No divorces today.
You scramble out the door, before stopping beside Gojo and giving him a cheeky kiss — as if you both were teenagers again. “Happy anniversary, honey. Your gift will come toni-i-ight.” You mumble against his lips, oh the ever intoxicating ones. Gojo chuckles at the double meaning, earning a soft jab on his shoulder from you. “Don’t be crass.”
“I’ll be waitiiiing!” You roll your eyes at the nonchalance of his voice before making a quick dash to your workplace. Your boss is brutal as fuck and he would throw you straight into the mouth of a volcano if you skipped just one day of work to buy an anniversary gift for your husband. From the mental calculations in your head, you had 9 hours of work, only leaving you 3 hours in the day for you to pick out a gift before the mall closes.
You were so desperate, you could just take any item within your reach. But you married Gojo fucking Satoru, and that man isn’t easy to please. Go figure.
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Yeah, Gojo was screwed. As soon as he heard the word “anniversary” leave your mouth, his brain immediately went haywire, tuning out anything but the strings of consonants and vowels you verbalized. Yup, this is the most fabulous time for his braincells to go out to lunch and make your sentences seem like jumbles and mumbles to Gojo’s ears. The “Out To Lunch.” sign is practically posted on his brain right now.
Uncharacteristically, Gojo’s ears only pick up the sentence, “your gift will come toni-i-ight”. He reacts coyly to the unintentional innuendo.
After you left for work, Gojo immediately teleports himself to the shopping mall not far from the house. He had no less than 5 hours before you returned home, which is a lotta hours. Gojo could just waltz in a jewelry store, buy a pendant that looks promising, wrap it and slap a half-assed written note on it. But hell, you deserved more than that. If he could buy the entire world for you, he would. You were his partner and he would rather kill himself than give you a half-assed gift.
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As soon as your boss dismissed the meeting, you immediately ran to the direction of the nearest shopping mall, thank god your work shoes also worked as running shoes. As you ran to the mall, you scourge through your bag for your wallet, hoping you had enough to buy an apt gift. What you saw in your bag was a good amount of cash.
What you didn’t see, however, is the fact that you were walking straight into the glass doors to the mall.
Sure, you did hit your head and grabbed a whole crowd’s attention along with two security guards who were about to call an ambulance, but hey! At least you didn’t hit the ground too hard. It took at least 3 minutes for you to regain your balance from the fall. The only thing you were worried about at that moment is that it’ll probably take you at least three years for you to regain your dignity. You kind of wished you actually lost consciousness and crossed the Styx right then and there due to the embarrassing looks and noises of worry from the bystanders.
Thank God Gojo wasn’t with you to experience your demise, he wouldn’t live that down for centuries.
Like a true girlboss, you balanced your stance and walked right inside the mall while trying to distract yourself from the throbbing pain on the back of your head. The bright lights of the building added more to the pain, but today’s agenda isn’t about that. You had to get a gift, stat.
Your eyes roamed the million shops and pop-up stores; Monocle, Gucci, Calvin Klein, Louis Vuitton — jesus, you might have to sell your soul to afford any of that. The mannequins dressed in posh outfits situated behind the big windows and the golden letters spelling out designer brand names dominated the mall, but you found a cute antique shop that displayed two grandfather clocks and 5 very creepy porcelain dolls on the window display.
Interesting.
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Never let Gojo go 5 feet near an arcade, because he will stay there for hours — probably a whole week if he could.
Gojo snickers to himself as he greedily watches the Flappy Bird machine spit out an endless line of tickets, all piling up on the arcade floor. Before he could make his grand exit as the Flappy Bird king, he puts his hand on some kid’s shoulder — also known as Gojo’s current and unofficial official arch nemesis, as if he’s not a married 28-year-old guy with a full-time job.
“Come to me when you beat my high score, kid.” He yammers, earning an annoyed whine and a string of complaints from the booger-picking, gum-chewing kid that has been watching and commenting on the sorcerer’s play for the past 38 minutes like a Let’s play Youtube video.
It was no surprise that as soon as Gojo warped into the mall, his first destination was — no, not a clothing store, or a jewelry store, or any possible store with a potentially exceptional wedding anniversary gift — but the arcade. For his own expense. The ultimate 3200-ticket prize looked really cool on the display window. Plus, you get to be on the Wall of Fame! Endless bragging rights!
The buckets of tickets spilling out of the brim and dangling like chains, which were owned by none other than your husband yourself, garnered jealous looks from each and every kid in that arcade. With those buckets, he was sure that he’d get the ultimate arcade prize and have a photograph of him hung up on the ‘Wall of Fame’. The arcade ticket collector counted Gojo’s tickets, much to their dismay since he obtained a lot of tickets, and came to the number of 1000. Not enough.
The catalog of prizes for 1000 tickets seemed okay; A Buzz Lightyear (correction: a Zap Lightmonth — an obvious rip-off of an iconic Disney character) action figure, a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner, a tacky glitter phone case, and last month’s Bonny Wedding Fair magazine.
Oh fucjk. It dawned on him. He was supposed to get you a wedding anniversary.
Surely he can’t give you a glow-in-the-dark fidget spinner unless he wants to see the face of the Grim Reaper, you deserve better than that! Swallowing his pride, Gojo stuffs the piles of tickets in his front pocket (which surprisingly fits) and dashed straight out the arcade and enters the nearest store within his line of sight.
That being, an antique store.
Thank God the antique store was littered in tall bookshelves displaying different gizmos and trinkets that looked older than Gojo himself, forming aisles in the shop like a grocery store. Otherwise Gojo would find out that right now, you are at that same shop, and you both are looking for one thing because you both forgot it.
Yes, he is at the same shop you’re in right now. No, Gojo does not realize that he is quite literally an aisle away from you.
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Your head was still throbbing in pain from the fall you took outside the mall, leaving you unable to focus on getting a gift. At that point, you wanted to grab the 1960 Pin-Up themed calendar displayed on the wall and smash it on your head to prevent that stupid pounding on the back of your head. Realistically, it would add to the damage — you just really wanted to hit something.
It was like the Gods of Antique shops heard your desperate cries, because as soon as you whipped your head around to another aisle, your eyes are met with the cutest tea set you’ve seen in your life: a big ole froggy teapot accompanied with two tadpole mugs. Oh my stars, it was adorable.
It’s the perfect gift for Gojo, hell you even wanted it yourself.
You run to the direction of the adorable fucking tea set, almost throwing yourself onto the item so that you could grab it, purchase it and call it a day. You reach for the tea set, fingers itching to touch the glassiness of the frog teapot, except you couldn’t.
Right then and there, a customer snatched the tea set right before your eyes, as if you weren’t there. As if you weren’t the first person to see it.
Oh Lord, you’re not going down without a fight.
“Hi, uh, are you going to take that—“
“[Name]?”
Oh fuck.
Oh shit oh fuck oh fuck. That voice sounds so familiar. You didn’t want it to sound familiar. You were afraid that if you turn your head, you’re going to see — yep.
Your handsome husband, the blindfolded bastard himself, Gojo Satoru.
Okay, this is bad. You didn’t want to reveal that you had forgotten a wedding anniversary and is now buying a gift now, so you could just let Gojo purchase the tea set because it seems like he really wanted it. But at the same time, that gift was perfect. You didn’t want to let him go under the impression that you were buying a gift for yourself while remaining gift-less for him. You wanted to give the tea set yourself.
Little did you know that Gojo’s thinking the same thing for you, thoughts running wild as he devises a plan in his head on how to get the tea set. It was perfect and you knew that you’d be gushing over it like a little kid.
“Sa-to-ru!” You squeak, voice heightening after every syllable — a quirk that activates when you’re hiding something. “What are you doing here?!”
You didn’t mean to make the question sound so, panic-stricken. Like you were caught cheating on your husband or something.
“[Name]!!” Yeah, he was panicking too. “What are you doing here?!”
“I was just- buying a trinket, that’s all. The doll in the window looked really cool.”
You cried watching Annabelle. Gojo knew you weren’t a fan of dolls.
“That’s all? Okay, I’ll just be getting this-“ Gojo quickly reaches for the frog tea set as if he was about to “dibs” it before you screamed the most panicked “no wait!!” he’s ever heard.
“I was gonna buy that too.” You grit between your teeth as you place your dominant hand on the tea set, stacking your hand on Gojo’s.
“That’s too bad, because I saw it first.” He slowly pushes the tea set to his direction, like a chess grandmaster watching their opponent’s reaction as they move their pawn across the board.
“Cheater! I definitely saw it first than you!”
“You’re the cheater, [Name] darling! Don’t make me pull out the domain expansion.”
“You wouldn’t dare!”
“[Name], I need that tea se-“
Both your eyes drifted over to the mentioned tea set, before locking eyes with an empty space on the shelf. If it was a cartoon, the dotted silhouette of the tadpole mugs and the frog teapot would be blinking on the empty space like a neon sign. While you and your husband were fighting like children, someone that didn’t reach both your peripheral visions managed to ninja their way into getting the tea set for themselves. All that embarrassing bickering for nothing.
“Okay, this is getting childish.” You sighed. Honesty is the best policy they say, but what you were about to say may take down the entire relationship to dust and debris. “Satoru, I forgot our wedding anniversary so I went down here to get you a gift and I saw this teapot and- and I thought it was really cute and I wanted to give it to you mysel-“
Your rambles were quickly shut down by a tight hug from none other than Gojo himself. Usually, his form of shutting you up when you’d get carried away with your prattles is a trite kiss on the lips, but it seems like Gojo wants to switch it up today.
You hear a shaky, relieved sigh beside your ear as the arms snaked around your waist tightens consecutively. “Thank God.”
“What do you mean?”
“I may have forgotten our anniversary too.” All of Gojo’s pride and even the sliver of confidence present in his voice thrown out the window. He could’ve just played it cool and acted like he’s the most aware person in the relationship, but that was all a lie. He didn’t want to make you feel bad, worse of all, he didn’t want you to overthink. It was true you were better than him anyway. “I also wanted to get you that tea set cause the frog looked like you.”
“Hey!”
“Baby, it was a cute frog!”
Your giggles filled the air, making Gojo wish that he had a voice recorder to capture your adorable giggles and play it on loop.
“So, that means you aren’t mad? For forgetting probably one of the most magical day of our life?”
“Baby, of course not! We’ve been so swamped with work- I’m just glad you tried to find a way to redeem yourself.”
He was right. You both were drowning in workload, so it was easy to forget things. Hell, the only way you kept track of what day it is in the week is from all the deadlines your boss practically threw at you. It was absolute hell.
“You’re right. God, I love you.”
“Also, magical day of our life? You thought that me barreling down the stairs on our wedding day and you following suit is magical?”
You cackle at the memory of Gojo walking you down the stairs of the magical building that you both just married in, surrounded by all your family and friends, before he missed a step and practically threw himself onto the bottom of the stairs. His Infinity saved him from fucking dying but his hand was still vigorously wrapped around your wrist. And you had no Infinity. Thank God for Gojo Satoru’s back for cushioning your fall.
“I should’ve gotten you like, weighted boots or something.”
“Me too.”
Both you and Gojo shared a look, remembering why you guys came to the mall in the first place.
“Race you there.”
People, please be careful. There are also people tracking children and people and putting bids on them based on their profile pictures on whatsapp, tracking and kidnapping them. Especially young children, so please be cautious, especially parents who have their children as their profile pictures.
Please pass this on to everyone so that they are aware of the danger. I don’t how it is all around the world but I know it can’t just be here so please please spread the word. Thank you.
oh yeahhhh, I saw that on snapchat. it’s been freakin’ EVERYWHERE lately. i haven’t been getting the text, luckily, but im still extremely cautious about it. shit’s scary.
not just girls, but boys and other genders have to be careful as well. this could happen to anyone. please be safe, my friends <3
FOR ALL THE YOUNGER PEOPLE THAT FOLLOW. YOU GUYS ARE SMART. YOU KNOW THIS. BUT JUST IN CASE THERE ARE SOME WHO MIGHT NOT. THAT DOESN’T MAKE YOU NOT SMART, PERHAPS JUST LESS INFORMED.
DO NOT CLICK LINKS IN TEXTS EVER. GO TO ACTUAL WEBSITES FOR ONES YOU RECOGNIZE AND TYPE IN THE URL. OR A BOOKMARK IF YOU HAVE ONE. DON’T CLICK LINKS IN TEXTS AND SOCIAL MEDIA MESSAGES/DMS AND EMAILS. EVEN IF YOU KNOW THE PERSON. TAKE EXTREME CAUTION.
IF YOU’RE GUTS SAYS EH WOULDN’T DO THAT BUDDY. LISTEN.
