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“ i’ve got the bruise of the year ”
do we think chocolate guy is gay?
-Grandpa Joe muttering to Charlie in that factory
the goat reblogged my post 🥹
how i’m feeling
HOW IM FEELING BECAUSE THE GOAT IS IN MY INBOX 🥹🥹🥹❤️🩹❤️🩹❤️🩹👀
u da real goat 🥹
me staring at max’s webcam in the bottom of the screen in eddie’s new video
btw if you’re kink shaming people, I hope you know that every single person who reblogs this post and I are shaming you
wait hold on 3fs uploaded my depressive episode can wait for about 30 minutes
look at my youtuber dawg 😭 throatgoatfs
bro’s really consuming mystery subtance
instead of studying for my ap exams i choose to nap and read gay smut. i will get a 5 through sheer willpower
superbat is a bad ship name. it should be manman
this triggered kendrick lamar
Klay Thompson. When I eat your other Achilles it will be painful. Your ACL’s will be torn. Gojo is outside of your house. Tread lightly.
“kill them with kindness” Wrong. CURSE OF RA 𓀀 𓀁 𓀂 𓀃 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆 𓀇 𓀈 𓀉 𓀊 𓀋 𓀌 𓀍 𓀎 𓀏 𓀐 𓀑 𓀒 𓀓 𓀔 𓀕 𓀖 𓀗 𓀘 𓀙 𓀚 𓀛 𓀜 𓀝 𓀞 𓀟 𓀠 𓀡 𓀢 𓀣 𓀤 𓀥 𓀦 𓀧 𓀨 𓀩 𓀪 𓀫 𓀬 𓀭 𓀮 𓀯 𓀰 𓀱 𓀲 𓀳 𓀴 𓀵 𓀶 𓀷 𓀸 𓀹 𓀺 𓀻 𓀼 𓀽 𓀾 𓀿 𓁀 𓁁 𓁂 𓁃 𓁄 𓁅 𓁆 𓁇 𓁈 𓁉 𓁊 𓁋 𓁌 𓁍 𓁎 𓁏 𓁐 𓁑 𓀄 𓀅 𓀆
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BRO LMFAO
hello twinnem
me when i find other black girls on tumblr:
number neighbor ,, shoto smau
sypnosis; talking to a random stranger surely isn't that bad.... right ?
when you text your number neighbor in hopes of making a new friend, but it turns out to be this socially awkward kid.
⠀⠀⠀ ⠀𝄃𝄃 𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁 𝄃𝄂 𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃 𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁 𝄃𝄂 𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃 𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁 𝄃𝄂 𝄂𝄃𝄃𝄃 𝄂𝄂𝄀𝄁 𝄃𝄂 𝄂𝄃 ⠀
a/n; I'm back after two months omg...⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀
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ׅ ❛❛ ֺ ׂ𝐈ׅㅤ
ׅ ❛❛ ֺ ׂ𝐈ׅ𝐈ׅㅤㅤ
You're quick to press the call button, wanting nothing but to be done with this. The feeling of standing all alone in a busy street makes you feel nervous.
Sota said he just parked but you can't really see his car.
The first thing you should have noticed was off is that, he took longer than necessary to answer, the black haired guy is always quick to answer his calls, he's practically always on his phone.
The second this that you should have noticed was that his voice is different
"where the hell even are you ?"
"hi...?"
He sounds so confused, and you don't have time for this
" what do you mean hi? where are you"
"I'm.. in my bed"
You're confused, glancing down at your phone, when you see the caller ID. oh my god you're so embarrassed, you just hang up on him.
ׅ ❛❛ ֺ ׂ𝐈ׅ𝐈ׅ𝐈ׅㅤㅤㅤ
ׅ ❛❛ ֺ ׂ𝐈ׅ𝐕ㅤㅤ
ׅ ❛❛ ֺ ׂ𝐕ㅤㅤ
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shoto my beloved
pushing it down and praying. h. shinsou.
episode 8 : he is stable, you are deep.
cw: language, arguing, mentions of cheating, angst, toxic relationship, mention of violence, slur usage (from someone black! i am black myself chat heh), i think that’s it….
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— 3:15 PM
it had been a week since your argument with hitoshi. you hadn’t seen him much, given the fact that english wasn’t a course you took everyday.
you hadn’t texted him either because you figured he probably didn’t want to talk to you.
you’d heard from kendo that he was sick and that that’s why he hadn’t been showing up to class, but you know that’s not the full truth. he had an immune system of an opossum (fitting, actually.)
the more days went by, the closer you got with your ex. so close that you decided to hang out at his place today.
yikes.
you didn’t feel any sort of way about it. i mean… you did kind of sort of maybe just lost your best friend but hey, at least you got the love of your life back!
…right?
you brushed off all negative thoughts because at least something positive was happening to you this week.
when you finally, finally got home, you put your bag on the rack by the door, took your shoes off and flopped down on the nearest furniture, which was your couch.
you let out a groan as you stretched, sighing in relief as you felt your muscles ease. you sat up on the couch, socked feet grazing the floor as you crossed your ankles.
you picked up your phone, aimlessly scrolling on social media. after a boring, agonizing five minutes of doom scrolling, you received a text message that caused your eyes to widen and a grin to stretch across your face.
“ima pick you up in an hour”
you smiled at your phone, clicking on the notification and moving your fingers along the screen rapidly to reply to the (rather lame, if you ask me) text.
you suddenly felt a wave of motivation wash over you. you felt like you needed to get up and dance around your living room and clean any and every surface in your house. and that you did… well minus the cleaning part because ain’t nobody got time for that.
you rushed to your room and opened your closet door. your eyes scanned over the items of clothing in your closet, pulling out random pieces and tossing them over on the floor or to your bed, deciding they weren’t good enough.
after around 10 minutes, you finally landed on an outfit: baggy jeans and a cute top. you made your way to the bathroom and hopped in the shower. you sang a few songs, double cleansed, and even shaved your legs.
you turned off the shower and hopped out, wrapping yourself in a towel and looking in the mirror. you did your skin care and all the good stuff, getting dressed and doing your hair and makeup.
until you received a notification that he had arrived at your house.
shit.
you quickly got your things together— your bag, putting on your shoes (even though you were struggling), swiping a twinge of lip gloss over your lips— and headed towards the door.why the hell did this always happen?!
you opened the door and headed towards the car, trying to contain the smile on your face as you opened the car door for yourself (something that you didn’t have to do with someone else…).
“hey,” you grinned, putting on your seatbelt and setting your bag on the floor by you.
he returned the grin, only it wasn’t as bright as yours “‘sup.”
you sighed. “nothin’ much. you?”
“chillin’.” he responded, shrugging his shoulders carelessly. you knitted your brows together at the dryness of his conversation.
“you ready to go?” he continued, putting his car in reverse and getting ready to back out of the drive way.
you eased your shoulders, realizing you were a but tense. you took a deep breath before replying. “yeah, i’m good. uh- where exactly would we be going, actually?” you questioned as he backed out, starting to drive in the direction of his house.
“oh, i was thinkin’ my crib.” he responded, eyes never meeting yours. “is that cool?”
“…yeah, i guess.” you replied hesitantly, squinting your eyes at him before facing forward.
jeez, is it just me or is this guy actually a damn bum…?
anyway. the car ride was pretty quiet for the most part. some playboi carti song played in the background most of the time, occasionally interrupted by the dull sound of his voice, but you mostly watched as the die charm he had on his mirror spun while he drove.
you finally arrived at his place, unbuckling your seatbelt as he turned off the car. he got out before you, walking around to your side of the car and opening the door for you, you smiled slightly as you thanked him, holding onto his hand as you stepped out of the car.
you walked up the stairs into his apartment, waiting patiently for him to unlock the door. once he did, he stepped inside and held the door, letting you feast your eyes on his... humble abode, or crib, as he liked to call it.
nothing much had changed since the last time you were here; the couch was still in the same spot, the coffee table still had that stupid mini gorilla statue he bought at a thrift shop to spite you, and the throw pillow on the couch still sported that lipstick stain you accidentally left on it before you left hours before your breakup (although you don't remember it being that dark in color).
the memories all came flooding back.
you were snapped out of your thoughts by the sound of his voice inviting you to sit on the couch next to him, watching him pat the empty spot besides him.
you sat down awkwardly, not noticing how you had gone tense again. "hey, you can relax, y'know?" he spoke from beside you, wrapping his arm around you and planting a kiss on your cheek. you smiled, a shade of pink dusting over your cheeks as you leaned into him.
it almost didn't feel real. being back in his apartment, being engulfed in his embrace, your ex being affectionate?? it all felt... impossible.
you almost felt guilty though. all you could think about was hitoshi, and how less than two weeks ago this was literally what you guys were doing.
weird how things change, huh?
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you didn't mean to be nosy. you really didn't, but curiosity had gotten the best of you.
a couple episodes of naruto had been watched by the two of you, really played as background noise as the two of you exchanged some words of missing each other, catching up, and sharing a couple kisses here and there.
you lifted your head from where it rested on his shoulder to the feeling of his body shuffling next to you. you looked up at him to see that he was getting up.
"i hafta use the bathroom, baby. i'll be right back."
you nodded in response, a way of saying "okay."
the bathroom door shut behind him before being locked. that's when you realized he had left his phone.
you really, TRULY did not mean to be nosy, but you couldn't fight the curiosity that overcame you when the phone flashed on. he had received a text message from someone.
a name that seemed familiar but... it had a heart next to it?
you grabbed his phone and tried to see if he still had your face id on his phone.
didn't work. dammit.
knowing him, he probably still had the same password, though. lebron james' birthday (what a bum. genuinely.). you quickly entered the numbers and the phone screen unlocked.
what a dumbass, you thought.
you went on his messages and saw the unread message from the contact with a girl's name and a heart by it. oh hell. no.
your eyes scanned over the messages. he had a girl?!
you scrolled up, reading the dates and the flirty lines he was using, things he'd say to you. your eyes widened in horror as you read more, watching as this man actively used manipulation tactics you'd seen before, telling her how she's the only girl and being a gentleman. it was repulsing, honestly.
you decided to face your fears and go into their shared attachments, hoping you wouldn't find any nudity or something as equally mind boggling. you then searched for what you hoped was a selfie, a screenshot, any evidence as to who this girl was.
and there it was. a picture that was unmistakably her. the more you examined it, the more you realized who it was. it was his best friend from high school. you know, the one he told you not to worry about? how disgustingly cliché.
sure her hair looked curlier and a bit blonder, and she wore more makeup than the last time you'd seen her, but it was definitely her. same almond eyes that rocked adorable lash extensions, same plump lips decorated with guava colored lip gloss.
you were repulsed. your stomach twisted in so many knots, you could have won a girl scouts badge for it. you needed to get out of here... buuuuut not before taking some pictures of the conversation between you and him and then him and her in case he wants to deny receipts. oh, and a picture of her phone number too, just in case you feel like tattling later on.
you grabbed your bag that laid beside you, standing up furious from the couch, throwing his phone on the couch as you shoved yours in your pocket.
just as you were turning on your heel to leave, he comes out of the bathroom.
"hey, hey, where y' going, baby?" he asks as he walks up to the spot on the couch where he was sitting before.
"don't call me that, you dickhead." you spat out, the anger becoming more evident on your face.
"what's gotten into you?" he replied.
"what's gotten into me? what's gotten into you?! or should i say have you gotten in someone lately?" you crossed your arms, facing him as you cocked a brow.
"what the hell are you talking about?" he tried to act confused, but you obviously already knew the truth.
"that other girl texting your phone thinking she's the only you texting, or was i supposed to be the side bitch?"
"you went through my phone? so you just go around violating people's privacy?" he argued back, trying to play the innocent card.
"oh, please! you were getting texts from her while you were with me! not to mention you still got the same dumb password, with your lame ass." you laughed in response, but you couldn't tell if it was because you were angry or if your joke was just funny (it was both).
he scoffed. "i shoulda known your ass was still the same, crazy bitch i left before." he muttered.
"excuse me?" you said, your little friend forehead vein making an appearance as your anger only grew.
"i said you're a crazy bitch."
and that's when you snapped.
you walked up to him, swinging your hand back and sighing in satisfaction as you watched it land harshly on his cheek.
"and you're a fucking two-timing, man whore, bum ass cunt." you replied, walking towards the door and slamming it open, walking down the stairs on his apartment complex.
"yeah, run away, like you always do!" he yelled, peering down at you from the balcony.
"oh, you got me messed up." you muttered to yourself, grabbing an empty glass bottle you found on the ground, tossing it in his direction. "screw you!"
"ow! i don't know where you going if you ain't even got a car to go home with!" he yelled.
"i'll walk anywhere as long as it gets me away from you!" you yelled back.
TWITTER!
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after walking for a while, your feet were starting to hurt. not only that, you were still so angry, you started to cry.
as if this day couldn't get any worse, you felt a water droplet hit your head. and then another. and a few more. it was starting to rain. you silently cursed at the sky for letting it's precipitation even touch you when you were so irritated.
before you knew it, it started to pour.
well, shit.
you walked a bit faster, even though it really was no use since you were already soaked.
you searched your brain for any possible familiar places until you realized where you were, and remembered a place nearby.
you rounded the corner into another apartment complex, running up the stairs until you made it to the second floor. you searched for the third room, catching your breath when you made it there. damn, what was up with all these stairs? you thought to yourself.
you finally composed yourself, breathing out before knocking on the door rhythmically, a rhythm the owner would definitely recognize.
the door opened, and your eyes landed on a pair of lavender irises, pupils enlarging as they scanned your face.
there he was, in all his bleary-eyed, tall glory. hitoshi.
"y/n?" he questioned, making sure to watch his tone, just in case he was dreaming.
"hi, toshi." you smiled, eyes watering.
boy, did you have a lot to tell him.
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azzy's sidebar: hey guys.... sorry for the three month wait, i genuinely didn't wanna write this at all bc i was scared it was shitty (it probably is) but yall been waiting for too long. as always, i love yall and hope ypu have a blessed week.
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