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Love when Bo’s talkin about “—way those lips curve.” it’s like he’s narrating my exact thoughts while I’m staring at his lips
Bo whispering this in your ear while he fucks you in the church
it is absolutely essential to have friends you can have extremely insane pervert conversations with. this is kind of what makes life worth living
SYMPATHY
why do people baby Vincent so much he's a grown man who has shown some very sadistic tendencies such as COVERING SOMEONE IN WAX ALIVE and RECORDING A VIDEO OF A WOMANS HEAD IMPALED WITH A SPIKE.
Don't you dare say Bo is manipulating him HE DID THAT OF HIS OWN CHOICE.
Also if Bo was controlling Vincent why would Vincent have the balls to steal his truck and go out with the dog.
Sure Bo is a shithead towards Vincent but Vincent is not a child he has got a mind of his own.
Now don't get me wrong while watching the movie I was like ''AWWWWWW MY BABY WHY'D HE SAY THAT TO YOU YOU'RE NOT A FREAK'' but I still see the fact that he is although cute at times, a sadistic murderer.
For freaking freaks sake he paralysed Wade when he could have killed him to put him out of his misery and encased him in boiling hot wax
irritating as fuck when people get mad at Black people existing in premodern historical fiction/fantasy media. like first of all, you're racist. and second of all, you are acting as though Black people didn't exist in premodern Europe which is simply false. especially when we're talking about the Mediterranean, like what the fuck do you people think is along the southern half of the Mediterranean Ocean?? everyone's on boats, there are GOING to be interactions with Black people in Northern Africa, and there are GOING to be Black people in Mediterranean Europe. stop being stupid. your imagined homogeneous white European past is not historical reality, get over it you massive losers
Haven't you had enough of gojo satoru ?
Normal groceries like milk or bread or whatever running out is whatever. Just anotha day. But when stuff like salt or cooking oil or rice runs out it feels like You’re supposed to be here for me and you’re leaving. You’re just like everyone else
"mine" he whispers.
"craft" i breathe.
3 hours of sleep = i hate people who laugh
0 ours of sleep = waouw 🌼🌼🌼🌼🐎
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Tojiiii x2!!
and now for some 00s color grading
ᥫ᭡ !! satoru loves your mouth ˚‧⁺ ・ ˖
your boyfriend’s weird.
he's had his nose buried in textbooks for the last two hours, droning incoherently to himself about quantum physics or his latest assignment. exam season's been draining the life out of your tall nerd of a boyfriend, insatiably sucking the devotion to his studies from his very veins.
thus, he's given up. spinning in his desk chair, he finds himself staring at you, his angel sprawled ever so beautifully on his bed, in his dorm room. his perfect reprieve.
“babe. you’re staring again.” you mutter, blowing a bubble with your gum before popping it between your molars, dragging your gaze from your phone to your boyfriend’s face.
yeah, he’s weird.
his cerulean irises are swallowed by his dilated pupils from behind his glasses, gaze fixed straight on your lips. he doesn’t even blink. you’re not sure if he even has in the last five minutes.
then, he moves, sitting on the foot of his bed, his hands reaching out to gently rub up and down your thighs, absentmindedly feeling. memorising the weight of your flesh in his palms.
“is that a new gloss? lip stain? lipstick?” his eyes don’t stray away from your mouth. “lip plumper? or like.. a lip oil?”
“you don’t even know what half of those are.”
“don’t need to. they all make you look pretty, so they’re working.”
you roll your eyes, setting your phone aside on your bedside table before shifting to cup his cheeks. unintentionally, your fingers brush the longer white hairs at the nape of his neck, to which he shivers sensitively. you run your fingertips along his cheekbones, watching as his eyelashes flutter in response to your touch behind his glasses.
"what happened to studying, baby?" you murmur, carrying an awfully mock-sympathetic lilt to your voice, expecting a reply.
yet, his gaze never once leaves your lips.
“satoru, you keep staring at my lips.” you raise a brow at his lack of reply, smushing his cheeks together in reprisal, earning you a displeased grunt, but no sign of denial.
“mm, yeah. guilty.” he sighs softly, eyes squinting in concentration. you fight the urge to snort.
then, he moves. he crawls between your legs, dropping his chin on your chest, the plushness of your chest cushioning the fall.
for a second, his hands settle on your waist, dipping under the hem of your shirt to cover as much skin as he can, before they slide up to your jaw. his fingertips bury themselves in your hair, tangling in the strands to find purchase.
“can i kiss you?” satoru whispers, finally tearing his gaze away from your lips to meet your eyes, his thin white brows pulling into a soft frown.
aw. you nearly melt.
he looks like he needs it.
when you don’t reply, his frown deepens. he bites the inside of his cheek, gathering the strength to ask again.
he's a little pathetic, you can't help but feel bad.
“baby..” he whispers, voice carrying that familiar breathless whine.
ah, hell.
you offer a small, drawn-out hum for the sole purpose of torturing him further, one that he eats up desperately in hopes for a proper response. he echoes the soft hum subconsciously, craning his head just slightly closer. enough to have the tips of your noses touching.
"okay," you smile, coy and saccharine before leaning in.
as soon as the word leaves your lips, satoru presses his lips to yours and seals the permission between you. inadvertently, you breathlessly laugh against his mouth, and he groans, displeased with your flippancy.
you take pity on him, however, and kiss him properly. your neck mirrors his earlier crane, nose bumping against his as you switch position to steer the kiss. it's slow, sweet, and needy, driven by a lazy messiness only a burnt-out satoru can offer.
the bridge of your nose touches cool metal a couple times before you register his wire-rimmed glasses. without giving it much thought, you pull back. you push his glasses to his forehead, simultaneously using it to brush his soft tufts of hair back, before kissing him again.
a hand to his jaw, the other on his chest, satoru is kissed stupid. the pressure of your lips is the only feeling he wants to remember, physics be damned.
he chases your lips desperately for a few more beats before whining from low in his throat when you pull back. there's a satisfied smile on your face, but it only makes him physically deflate.
"s'not enough," he slurs (courtesy of your kiss), leaning forward slightly too fast and causing his glasses to drop back down on the bridge of his nose, his frown deepening. ".. come back, angel."
if possible, your smile widens.
"you can get another when you finish studying. your final's in a week."
"you just-- baby-- you can't do that!" he sputters, groaning when you deny him. his large hands slide down to your hips, absently squeezing the flesh. "come on, just one more."
"finish studying. I promise I'll give you more after an hour." you mirror his pout, raising a hand to ruffle his hair.
you're not even surprised anymore. two minutes later, your boyfriend's hunched over his desk again, reciting ridiculously long formulas to a polaroid of you on his wall.
yeah. weird.
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debut post 😯 hallo all #allhailnerdjo
getting scambot messages from random accounts that clearly used to be normal active blogs is sad enough. you know that there used to be a real person on that blog until they were tricked into handing their password to the digital fae.
but it's an entirely new level of tragic when somebody you've actually spoken to gets turned into a bot account. it's like peeking at a zombie apocalypse through the window and realizing one of the shambling corpses was your friend.
and then the zombie catches sight of you, lurches up to your window, and shouts through the glass that they accidentally reported your account to tumblr and you'll be deactivated unless you click this link.
RIP to the blog that used to DM me to tell me they liked my new chapters. Their last known words spoken before being turned, 17 hours ago: "Ggs!" They were praising someone's deadlift.
the message they tried to get me with is probably the same message that got them, so for anybody who hasn't already been warned about the signs of a zombie account:
if you get something like this ↑ they're gonna follow up by instructing you to contact tumblr support on discord and give you contact info; or they're gonna link a website that looks sort of like tumblr support and say you have to email them; or any variety of "you must now contact tumblr, here is how you contact tumblr."
whatever they send you, it Does Not lead to tumblr. it leads to the master zombie that bit them and inducted them into the ranks of the undead, and will bite you the second they have your email and password. i might be confusing zombies and vampires. anyway,
it's easier to fall for these messages because the blog doesn't LOOK like a bot blog, because it ISN'T a bot blog. it's a normal person's blog that got accessed by a bot, meaning the blog's content CLEARLY looks like a real active user when you click on it. and yes—it might even be a blog you already know. sometimes bots like this go down a blog's DMs or reblogs and message people they've previously interacted with.
they got one of my treasured followers, and they can get you too. don't fall for their tricks. know the signs.
opening up a x black reader fic and all of a sudden evb talkin and acting like they grew up in the bronx, japan