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moonjumper mask :3
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Alright kids, listen up because @staff have pulled off a corker of a hot mess and have decided to add "Community Labels". I guess they've decided we can't be trusted to add our own warnings and people can't make sensible choices with what they engage with.
But why does it matter to me?
Tumblr have made labels AN OPT IN SITUATION which means every single blog here is automatically set to hide any triggering content
If you want to continue to be able to access and read fanfiction PLEASE go into your settings and click "show" on at least the "Mature" and "Sexual Themes" labels!!
ALSO IOS USERS: there's an extra fun "Hide additional content" bit just to really try and block us from any hopes of success. Make sure you opt out of that too otherwise I think content will be blocked on the mobile app!
Attached to this post are screenshots from my settings so you guys know what to look for. I could only find it on my desktop settings and not on the mobile app (for now at least)qq
So tell us how the first kiss goes between y/n and suguru in rich! boyverse 🙏🏼
✩ ‧₊˚ ✩。IF ONLY — GETO SUGURU. (rich boy! au)
based on this — disclaimer: this is a side au! to rb! gojo but it’s not rly part of the “story.” it’s just for fun and builds off the au, but you may disregard it !!
contents. college! au, rich boy! gojo + geto, reader is dating gojo, cheating (reader on gojo w geto), mutual pining, a make out kiss ; notes. uh….it’s here guys. the first installment of mr. geto “steal your girl” suguru. we have sinned the ultimate sin 🚶🏽♀️ rip satoru my babie </3
dating satoru should be enough—it was enough. but then suguru came along, and, well….suguru is magnetic.
his voice is that deep husk that sends shivers down your spine, his hair is long and frames his face so flawlessly, and when you catch a glimpse of his skin when his shirt rides up, you can’t help but think about the way he’s so defined. sharp, like he’s cut from stone, suguru is sculpted perfectly. satoru is everything you could have asked for….but suguru? he’s like a dream you didn’t think was a reality.
“hey,” he greets you sweetly as he opens his door, “you’re early. satoru hasn’t even left his house yet.”
early—you’re not early. you’re desperate. desperate to catch suguru alone. desperate to enjoy his company without feeling bad. desperate to stare at him while satoru isn’t there to notice. you didn’t come early by accident—you chose to be here before satoru.
“hi,” you grin, “you wound me suguru. don’t you wanna spend time with me?”
“i didn’t say that,” he chuckles, flicking your forehead affectionately.
suguru has always done that, he’s always been good at touching you in that casual way that’s so endearing and so dizzying—but it never crosses the line. his fingers tap against your forehead when he’s playful, and his hand steadies you on the elbow when you trip, and sometimes, he even hugs you with a squeeze that’s nothing more than friendly even though it makes your heart stop.
suguru is so alluring—and even when you have everything you need with satoru, you can’t help but want what you can’t have.
“i hope you got snacks because i require them,” you hum, sitting on island of his kitchen and swinging your legs back and forth.
“i did,” he snorts, “i got your favorite—”
he stops when he looks at you, has to pause and stare as you’re sat so casually in his home, looking so sweet and innocent and so, so pretty. you’ve always been pretty—you don’t even know it, how perfect you are. it makes you that much more desirable, makes him want to tell you every day until you believe him that you’re so god damn pretty.
and then he has to look away, has to ignore those thoughts that pop in his head about how it almost looks like you’re his, sat in his kitchen and asking for his snacks and smiling at his figure and seeking out his company. it almost feels like you’re his—almost.
so close, yet so painfully far.
it makes him a bad friend. he knows that—satoru has been glued to his side since he was a child. suguru doesn’t think there’s ever been a time he remembers without satoru, and he’s always liked it that way. loved it, in fact. satoru is a good best friend. the greatest, even. and he’s just as good of a boyfriend too—suguru should respect it, should put his head down and fight his demons and forget about his fantasies with you.
but then you pout as you whine, “gimme some, then. what’re you waiting for?”
“they’re for the movie,” he huffs, “don’t think i’ll share with you if you’re out of snacks before we finish the movie.”
“aw c’mon sugu,” you tease, giving him that dangerous smile of yours, “you’ll share with me, won’t you?”
yes. he’ll give you half of his soul if you asked. he’d carve out every bit of him to complete you if you needed him to, if you asked him to—he just needs you to ask. just once, he needs you to ask him.
“you’re a handful,” he mutters, “get your own snacks.” but he grabs a bag of chips from the pantry anyway, walks up to you and presses it to your hands. your fingers brush together as you reach—just at the tips, just barely for it to even count as a touch, but it makes you both still anyway.
he’s close. you can smell his cologne. he can smell your body wash. your fingers don’t pull away. his inch a little closer and feel your skin a little better. your face is close. his leans closer. and then you’re leaning in too—why are you leaning in? why aren’t you stopping? why isn’t he stopping?
and then it happens. his lips are on yours before you even realize it—you don’t even realize it, that’s the worst part. you don’t even register that you’re kissing suguru, your boyfriend’s best friend, the only one he has, because you’re so busy being lost in the feeling. his lips are warm, so soft and delicate and fuck, they’re a bit chapped and it only makes you want him more.
what other imperfections does he have? besides chapped lips, what else is there to discover? maybe his hair isn’t as soft when he hasn’t washed it after a few days. maybe his hands are a bit rough and calloused. maybe he has a scar or two from his childhood.
you don’t know, but you need to find out.
your hands are cupping his cheeks, making him lean into your mouth shakily, arms pulling you closer desperately. his arms are strong—they hold you tightly like you have nowhere else to go. and then when you take a chance as slip your fingers into his hair, to feel those strands you’ve only ever been able to stare at, he whines against your mouth.
like he wants more. like he needs more. like he’s always ever wanted more.
“c’mere,” he pants, “closer.”
you can’t help but listen. can’t help but lean closer and let him stand in between your legs as you’re sat on that damn kitchen island—you’ve kissed satoru against this same island. in secret. in a kiss or two you sneak when suguru doesn’t look. in a hopeless daze of want and need that always turns into more as soon as you’re both in private.
and now you’re kissing suguru. and it’s not enough. you need more—you feel like you can’t live without more.
“suguru,” you murmur, just because you need to taste his name on your lips when they’re whispered like that—like he’s yours.
“yeah?” he breathes, forehead pressed to your as his lips hover over your mouth—his breath is shared with yours, breathing you in and exhaling you out so you can inhale him too.
your hands are back on his face, thumb tracing the skin of his cheek so gently, it almost hurts that he’s gone this long without feeling you.
“i just wanted to say that,” you mumble, pecking his lips softly. he hums happily, closing his eyes as he leans into your hand and smiles.
“yeah?” he chuckles, “say it again—”
“guys i’ve finally arrived! the answer to your prayers,” satoru calls, opening the front door from the distance, “i know you’re bored without me. don’t worry, i’m here now.”
you pull away faster than lighting when you hear satoru, like suguru’s touch is the spark that’ll kill you if you let it near. he steps away, watches in slow motion as you plaster that lovesick grin on your face as satoru walks in and leans in to kiss you so softly—so carefree, so openly. like you’re his. like you belong to him. like you’ve only ever wanted him.
does satoru even realize? does he even notice the dazed look on your face and the plumpness of your lips? does he even notice the way your breath is short and a little puffy?
“toru what took you so long,” you pinch satoru’s cheek, “i’ve been waiting for you.”
“missed me huh?” satoru wiggles his brows—giddy, he’s always so giddy to be around you, always so happy to have you as his.
satoru is so lucky—and the worst part? he realizes it too. he doesn’t take you for granted, doesn’t ever leave an opening for suguru to take.
“don’t get a big head,” you roll your eyes, wrapping your arms around his neck as he slots himself between your legs—right where suguru was just moments ago.
“yeah, satoru,” suguru says before he can help it, staring right into your eyes as he speaks, “don’t have a big head. what if we didn’t miss you?”
“don’t be mean suguru,” satoru pouts, “you always miss me.”
if only he knew, suguru thinks, if only.
OH GOD. I FEEL SO BAD. but i love it 🤭
NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO
What if Mike got the bad ending of the FNAF movie..
The Geneva-based Euro-Mediterranean Human Rights Monitor (Euro-Med) released a report on 30 April urging an investigation into Israel’s potential use of illegal thermal weapons. “An international committee of experts must be established to look into the weapons Israel has been using as part of its genocide in the Gaza Strip … including the potential use of bombs that produce such high heat that victims’ bodies evaporate,” the Euro-Med report said. The rights group cites testimonies received from Gaza which revealed a “horrific new level of killing in the Strip.” The bodies of Palestinian victims appear to have been vaporized by the weapons Israel used against residential buildings. “Thousands of victims remain missing, either because it was impossible to recover them from under the debris in light of insufficient equipment and technical know-how, or because their bodies were either hidden by the Israeli army or no longer exist,” the Euro-Med report reads. The report continues to say, “A number of the victims killed in these horrifying Israeli raids on residential buildings have vanished and may have turned to ashes, raising questions about the type of bombs used in the attacks.” Thermobaric weapons, also referred to as vacuum bombs, are two-stage munitions. The first charge disperses a fine aerosol cloud of materials ranging from carbon-based fuel to metal particles. The second charge ignites the materials used, creating a fireball, shock wave, and vacuum as it sucks up the surrounding oxygen. The blast from these weapons can last significantly longer than conventional explosives, enabling it to vaporize human bodies. Mass graves in Gaza hospitals previously raided by Israel show that civil defense staff found “bodies without skin,” according to Gaza’s Government Media Office. According to the Euro-Med report, “The Hague Conventions of 1899 and 1907, the Geneva Conventions of 1949, and international humanitarian law all forbid the use of thermal bombs against civilians in populated civilian areas. The Rome Statute of the International Criminal Court also classifies the use of thermal bombs as a war crime.” Israel has also illegally deployed white phosphorus weapons on civilians and civilian infrastructure in Gaza and Lebanon. According to a Washington Post analysis, the white phosphorus munitions used in Lebanon’s south were supplied to Israel by the US. Palestine’s Agricultural Work Committees Union said that Israel intentionally uses chemical weapons on farmlands in the Gaza Strip to contaminate its soil, posing an increased cancer risk to farmers.
What is this?! I saw guy stole the video bc he's so mean. How vile. 🙄 They all tell this guy that he's not funny anymore like that. I will check this out later.
TRAINEE MISSION - 016 (EPISODES. 1-4) | SOLO
As Jaejin stepped out of the vehicle, his eyes widened with wonder at the vastness of the farm. The sprawling pastures welcomed the ragtag group with open fields, busy barns, and the distant sounds of farm life, leaving him in a state of awe. The fresh country air carried hints of hay and animals, a stark contrast to the city's bustling streets and the smog he had been so accustomed to.
Upon arriving at their lodgings, the group was greeted by the warm welcome of the farm managers. They were then led to a charming farmhouse nestled in the middle of the farmstead before being ushered into the main living area. The homeowners explained that the farm would be entrusted to the trainees during their absence and provided them with a list of chores that needed to be completed prior to their return, emphasizing that there would be challenges along the way to make the tasks more interesting and engaging.
After the farm owners left and the trainees settled into their tasks, Jaejin found himself assigned to the unfortunate task of mopping the floors of the barn house. Cleaning was never Jaejin's forte, and he audibly groaned at the thought of spending his time scrubbing and mopping when he could be doing literally anything else. As he began mopping, his lack of enthusiasm was evident in his half-hearted efforts. Jaejin's attempt at mopping the barn floors was nothing short of a struggle. With each swipe of the mop, it seemed like he was spreading dirt around rather than cleaning it up. The water in his bucket quickly turned into a murky brown mess, leaving streaks of dirt behind with each swipe and creating a patchy and unsightly result. The corners and edges of the rooms received little attention, with Jaejin focusing more on daydreaming about outdoor adventures than on the task at hand. No matter how much he tried to focus, the sound of chirping birds and the rustle of leaves outside called to him, reminding him of the freedom beyond the farmhouse walls.
As Jaejin struggled with the mop, his energy waned, and eyelids grew heavy with fatigue. The rhythmic swishing of the mop eventually lulled him into a drowsy state. Unbeknownst to anyone, Jaejin's exhaustion got the better of him, so he slipped away silently, finding a quiet spot behind a hay bale where he could rest - for just a few minutes.
The tranquility of the farmstead and the warmth of the sun filtering through the barn's windows created a cozy atmosphere. The soft rustle of hay and distant sounds of farm animals provided a soothing background, lulling Jaejin into a deep sleep. and time passed by unnoticed.
it wasn't until he heard distant voices echoing through the barn that Jaejin snapped awake. Rubbing his eyes and shaking off the remnants of sleep, he hurriedly stood up, grabbed his mop, and ran off to finish his forgotten tasks. praying that his absence hadn't been too obvious.
i stg me and my mom are both losing our minds
i thought i heard my cat drinking water and using the litter box these past couple days. and my mom thought she saw him walking past the kitchen table last night
guys Sasha is not the responsible one in the archives. She saw a weird guy with fucked up hands and an uncanny laugh and immediately followed him to several secondary locations. I’m SO sorry to say this but the only og archives crew member with self-preservation instincts is Tim
I’ve said it once and I’ll say it again.
As much as people romanticize pregnancy, it is NOT A HEALTH NEUTRAL STATE.
That’s not even touching on the fact that yes, pregnant people get murdered all the fucking time.
In general pregnancy is terrifying if you aren’t ready for it, or even if you are and something goes wrong that you can’t control. And everybody acts like you should have sunshine and rainbows coming out of your ass just because of the potential of new life.
I’ve never been pregnant. I want kids in my future but definitely not now, and if I was currently pregnant I’d be fucking terrified to know I live in the US.
I’m serious. Eclampsia. The shots so you don’t kill a baby with a different blood type than you. Being unable to keep foods down, being unable to sleep due to constant pain in your back, the expensive and yet still necessary doctors visits. The potential for anencephaly. Constant pain from your organs being shoved aside in your own body, by your own body. The potential for your fetus to die and being unable to get it removed because abortion is inaccessible in your state. Miscarriage. Bleeding out. Ectopic pregnancy. Sepsis. C-sections, which on their own are horrifying until you remember that those doctors cut through 7 fucking layers of flesh, rummage around in your abdominal cavity, pull your organs out and put them on a table to get a fucking baby out of you, and then just stuff that shit back in Willy-nilly and sew you back up- which is PAINFUL. The potential for your body to be so strained from pushing out a baby that you literally split open and tear yourself from cooter to poop shooter. Even more fetal Complications. Back-labor. Post-partum depression, anger, suicidal ideation, anxiety or psychosis. Pregnancy induced constipation, incontinence, or even diabetes.
All. of. it. Is. Terrifying.
But nobody talks about the fact that people are somehow expected to want this for themselves. To be happy because pregnancy is sunshine and rainbows according to a male societal standard. And that somehow if they don’t, they’re the weird ones for not wanting to torture themselves and put their lives on the line for a human being they’ve not even had the chance to meet yet. That doesn’t truly exist outside of their body or think or have conscious thoughts yet.
Genuinely. It’s FUCKED UP. And the US also just leaves moms to fend for themselves too without any support for recovery after having a baby too. Maternal or paternal leave isn’t guaranteed. Some jobs won’t even grant it to you (if they even offer it) if you fall pregnant before working there for a certain period of time. You might get six weeks. You might get less. But then you have to figure out what to do with a six week old infant that needs to be fed, like every four hours, your titties hurt, you’re leaking milk if you’re able to lactate, you can’t pee without using lidocaine, you still can’t sleep, baby is crying all the damn time, and you now, while still dealing with post-partum side effects, have to find a stranger to sit around and leave your newborn with and pay a ridiculous amount to do so, because you can’t not survive without working. Even if it feels like you’re running on the fear of death and adrenaline, you are still killing yourself to suddenly make these new changes work and just survive, and that’s supposed to be a happy thing?????
No, I wouldn’t blame a damn soul for getting cold feet and backing out of having a kid. That sounds like the most horrifying reality to live in, and yet people are forced into doing it all the time. That’s actually fucked up and twisted in ways I cannot put into words. It’s worse than any war crime I can imagine, which are already vile and unforgivable, but this finds a way to somehow be even more depraved because a government is letting lobbyist and religious zealots force this upon its own people. The people it relies on to give itself funding, arms and most importantly, its power. A power that is supposed to be use to protect its people that is being horrendously abused.
I don’t think anyone needs to be a woman to be scared that we’ve fallen to this point.
The number one cause of death in pregnant women is murder. Think About That.
Fact: if you sleep with a Carl Sagan book under your pillow, you wake up smarter through the process of cosmosis.
(Shamelessly stolen from David Grinspoon on Twitter)
wife is pregnant, due any day
suddenly the contractions start
“CAN’T, WON’T, I’M, HAVEN’T, DON’T, ISN’T" she says
didn’t expect to get sick this month. 😓
So apparently I’m writing college AU set in 1970s with student!Leo and librarian!Riario. What? No, seriously, what?
this is wrong.
Scenario: Johnny Depp, your long time best friend, finds a Truth Or Dare board game in your house and you two end up kissing.
Warnings: Female reader, friends to lovers, suggestive at the end, perhaps boring...
Words: around 1270
a/n: I can't believe people actually read my smut lol. So, here I am again! english is not my first language, I apologize for any grammar mistake or confused sentences. And, unfortunately, no one reviwed this before I post.
You are with your best friend Johnny at your own house, it’s Saturday and you were completely bored until you’ve decided to invite him. Johnny is your childhood friend, his mother is friends with yours and perhaps even your grandmothers were friends, but that’s not the point here.
You’re sitting on the carpet with your back against the couch while Johnny is laying on that couch, both of you staring at the huge online movie catalog on the TV. You groan, frustrated. “Why does everything look so boring?” You look at Depp, hoping that he has something on his mind that might rescue you two away from this tedious state. In truth, he indeed has something on his mind, but that wouldn’t be right…
He bites his lower lip, thinking, then looks at you. “Because you’re a grumpy, picky girl” He teases with a resting face, dropping the remote on your lap. You gasp mockingly, and playfully slaps his leg. “You’re ridiculous.” You chuckle. “I hear that a lot.” He chuckled along.
Johnny shifts, now sitting on the couch. “So, what now?” He looks down at you, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees. “Do you have any board games?” He suggests with a shrug. “Board games…” You narrow your eyes, trying to remember if you have any, at least a decent game to play. “Oh, I have Chess, Uno and Checkers.” You list, relaxing your gaze on him. “I don’t usually play Board games” You explain the lack of options, even though he didn’t ask.
He stands up. “Alright, I’ll get that Uno.” Depp heads to your bedroom, where the board games stay, they’re probably on top of your wardrobe, forgotten. You place the remote on the small table in front of you and stand up, stretching your arms over your head. You walk towards the kitchen, maybe some snacks would go with the games.
You open the fridge and search for something to drink. A few memories of your childhood with Johnny floods your mind, a warm smile appears on your face and you don’t even notice it. You and him had been friends since forever, it seems. You can’t remember a day without him, he’s like a vital part of you. You think about your school days with him, the weekend sleepovers, the arcade afternoons… You especially remember the day he taught you how to play bowling, the way he smiled everytime your eyes asked for reassurance, the way his hands held yours to show how the ball should be thrown, his warmth from being so close to you- woah, what was that?
You shake your head, trying to dismiss these thoughts, and grab two cans of coke, placing them on the cabinet next to the fridge. You know you bought some chips the week before, so you start looking for it in that same cabinet. A loud sound coming from your bedroom snaps you out of your tranquility, the sound of boxes falling.
“Johnny?” You call, laughing softly, you wish you had seen that. “I’m good!” He shouts from the bedroom. His steps grow louder as he approaches you, holding a small box. “C’mon, you have Truth Or Dare? why didn’t you tell me before?” He asks with a smile, a small chuckle escaping from his lips. “Oh, do I?” You raise an eyebrow, looking at the box, neither did you know you have that. “Let’s go then..” You say, grabbing the two cokes and the bag of chips, following Johnny to the living room again.
You two sit on the floor, next to the small table. Johnny opens the box, revealing two piles of cards, he looks up at you with a smirk, he’s very competitive when it comes to Truth or Dare - or any challenging game. You watch him with an amused smile, finding his eagerness cute. “Alright. Rock, paper, scissors?” He asks, rubbing his palms together anxiously. You laugh softly and nod, already extending a hand. After three rounds, the paper against the rock turns you victorious. You choose one of the stacks and picks a card, reading aloud:
“Have you ever watched someone sleeping?” You stare at the card for a few seconds, then lower your hand to look up at Johnny, waiting for his answer. You think that this question is somewhat weird, why would someone do that? “Em... Yes, I have.” He chuckles, as if suddenly shy. You laugh in surprise “Really? Oh, wow, who?” Your smile is as wide as your eyes, finding it funny. “Hey, now it’s my turn.” He tries to change the focus, reaching for a card on the other stack, he brings it close to his face, reading. Once done, he glances at you and faces away, blushing softly.
“What’s the matter? Is it a dare?” You ask, curious. You don’t really like doing dares, but you’re also not the one to turn it down and ruin the fun. “You know what? this one doesn’t count, I’ll pick another one.” He says, already reaching for the cards again but you stop his hand. “Now, that’s cheating. Come on! Throw it at me, I can handle” You wink and lean back again, trying to be courageous… Was that even a good idea?
He clears his throat and reads the dare. “Kiss the person to your right” He searches your eyes again, trying to get your reaction. You’re stunned, you didn’t see it coming, but… Now that you’re thinking about it, that wouldn’t be so bad, right? a fake kiss wouldn’t ruin your friendship, would it? You laugh it off, trying to stay calm and composed. “It’s just a dare, nothing much… Are you okay with that? we can pick another card if-” You start, your tone slowly getting rushed as Johnny leaned closer, is he really doing it?
In truth, he would be stupid if he let this opportunity escape. He already had dreams about it, and now he has the best excuse to do it. He cups your cheek and presses his lips against yours, closing his eyes to savor the feeling. Your eyes are wide open though, shocked. Your best friend, your long time friend, is kissing you right in your living room.
It doesn't last long, and when you finally relax, Johnny pulls away. He looks into your eyes and you’re mesmerized, he gulps and leaned back. “Sorry, that wasn’t right-” He tries to speak but you interrupt him, grabbing his cheeks and pulling him closer again. Your lips crash against his, pouring all the repressed feelings that only grew over the years.
Then, he realizes. The only thing that would be truly wrong is denying his happiness. And his happiness is you, always have been and always will be. He kisses you back without hesitation, placing a hand on your waist, his heart feeling lighter and warmer. When the kiss ends, he smirks. “Looks like I’m not the only one competitive here.” He teases, giving your waist a gentle squeeze. “Shut up” You roll your eyes, chuckling.
“No, you shut up” He says, keeping the playful, teasing banter. That’s one of the characteristics of your friendship that you value and appreciate with all your heart, there’s no bad or awkward moments when you two are together. “Make me” you challenge, bluffing. You feel more confident, now that you don’t need to restrain yourself from following your heart, and it leads to Johnny.
“Oh.. I will,” He smirks, narrowing his eyes. He gently lays you down on the floor, his hand still on your waist, his body hovering over yours. “but you might moan a little.”
a/n: I tried to write something cute or anything but the horny thoughts I have about this man, turns out I simply can't! :D (I saw the last two sentences on Pinterest and I just had to put it somewhere, sorry)
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