As A Psychology Student Who Learns Physiology, Im Shook.

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reading up on the whole thing.

all the changes that are gonna happen now that you know who has been re-elected is disastrous. im not american, no where near north america, and i feel deeply for those people who did, are, and will suffer under his administration.

how did this even happen? why can't people see the irreparable damage he is gonna bring? what were the people thinking when they chose him?

'make america great again'??? how is this administration gonna achieve that? by reversing every political milestone that people fought so hard for?

my deepest sympathies goes to everyone who lives in america.

"the land of dreams", "the land of the free"? it's all just a pipe dream now.

charles darwin said "survival of the fittest", you know who says "survival of the white, the conservative, and the men"

stay safe 🙏

I’m going to kill myself and I wish I were joking but I truly am just…shocked. I hate this country. I fucking hate everything and everyone. I actually can’t believe this right now. Everything, EVERYTHING this country still has and any reputation or legitimacy the government may have is fucking gone. Everything is fucking gone. Everything is done.

The irony that this fucking man who got impeached twice and has 30+ felonies under his belt, ran the most scary and dangerous race with the worst possible policies, and still managed to fucking win. I don’t even have words to say, I’m just crying as I type this. I’m lucky to live in a “progressive” city, but even then people don’t know how fucked up things are for those in swing states and overall Republican states. The existence of people who voted against him are threats to their safety and livelihoods. We are going to be sent so far backwards this country won’t have anything left, and if you think we’ll be able to protest and mobilize under Trump I really hope you’re prepared to die because that’s what waiting for us when he uses military power against protestors.

This is the same man that said he wants to get rid of immigrants and birthright citizenship, as a first gen immigrant that’s a direct threat to me and my family’s livelihood in this country. We’re going to have a conservative majority for the next 50 years, and you can all kiss tumblr and everything else you hold dear goodbye. Food recalls, climate disaster will be sped up immensely, the entire Middle East is about to be a disaster and we can’t stop it, department of education is essentially done, police are getting full immunity to kill whoever they see fit but we know it’ll be black Americans. Women and LGBTQ people just lost whatever rights they have left and men will use that to their fucking advantage. And people who think this stops at 4 years aren’t thinking, he can easily change to extend the presidential term because now republicans have control of all three fucking branches of government, they can do whatever they want. Yes, it is that bad. The amount of violence that will take place within the next few days and after inauguration day will be immense, I can’t even imagine what it’ll be like.

Literally fuck white women who voted for Trump. Fuck Latinos who voted for Trump. Fuck first time male voters who voted for Trump. Fuck the Democratic Party for being pro genocide and caring too much about Republican voters. Fuck everyone and everything, and I truly wholeheartedly mean that. I have too many words and feelings that literally won’t fit the page, but all I can say is fuck you all.

another sad jjk fics.

honestly, anything with suguru is just depressing knowing that he's gone.

skyfall — geto suguru

⥅ tags. fem!reader, non sorcerer au, university au, domestic fluff, heavy angst, unreliable narrator, multi-chapter

⥅author's n. one of my favorite pieces of angst i've ever written. apologies in advance, but i hope u enjoy it as much as i enjoyed writing it ♡

"will i see you again?"

"of course," you smiled through the tears, "even if the skies fall, or a huge wave takes over the city, you'll never get rid of me."

his hold tightened, your cheek pressing against his chest as you both tried to calm yourselves down.

"you're my sunrise, and i'm your sunset," he whispered in your ear, "never forget that."

—

part one. sunrise (her)

part two. sunset (him)

just saw kraven today,

what i would give to have this man. 😭

it could've been better but it's fine as long as I get to see the scene that made me squeal.

p.s. fred and dimitri are so cute 😩

it's so hard to pic my men and I'll be posting a lot if I'm gonna mention all of them (tho i can go all day, no problem)

compiled to top 5 because there's so many to choose from😩

this pic of geto lives rent free in my head, I love this baby so much🥹

im a s*ut for gojo. i wud use another adjective but community guidelines🤭

black butler is sooo underrated, for all those who haven't seen it please watch. sebastian is soooo goood🤤

mackenyu/zoro and song kang *im soaked*

i wanna post thai actors too but....there's A LOT

it's so unfair that most of the men i love are either fictional or completely unachievable😞

saw it on twt and I just wanna do it here too!

Reblog with ur taste in men!

doesn’t have to be anime

I like my men depressed (I like them better when they have something to live for too 🥰)

I like when they show their forehead (for yuuji maybe sukuna mode lol), is a sunshine, baby, deserve rest and love, cutest smiles, foreheads, is sweet and gentle, have feral side idk and omfg I wanna suck all of them-

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DEADPOOL & WOLVERINE dir. Shawn Levy (2024)

I have been looking at this all day 😉

I only took one thing away from deadpool and wolverine and its this image:

I could look at this all day

i really hate him for what he did to megumi but i can't help but like THIS sukuna

❥ So this is love?

ᴀ/ɴ: I hope you like it! Also this man is so 👌

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Sukuna relaxed upon feeling your delicate fingers brushing through his hair locks. Gently pushing himself towards you more in hopes that he can feel your warmth engulfing him even further as he held you tightly.

Never had he ever thought that he would have a day where he could feel so carefree and at peace, with no worries and doubts, let alone with a human, but here he was in all his vulnerability and guard down cradled in the warmth of your body.

Oh how he wanted to tell you how much he loves you everyday, how everything you did made his heart flutter, how your smile would make his day, how a touch from you is all it takes for him to be under your mercy and love, but his pride wouldn’t allow it.

He then looked up to look into your eyes, those eyes that he found already staring at him lovingly with a soft smile present on that face of yours that he oh so dearly adores.

“The best feeling in the world is... When you look at that special person and they are already smiling at you.” - Unkown

So this is love?

How he was content on the inside that you were the one he got to experience it with. You are a perfect person in his eyes, but he would never call you flawless ,for everyone has flaws, but these flaws are what make them beautiful in their own way. To him, yours made you absolutely breathtaking and mesmerizing.

He felt himself melt more in your embrace every passing second. How long has it been since he started thinking to himself about how much he loves you? And why couldn’t he voice it out loud?

He himself wanted to know the answer, but he knew that his pride and reputation would hardly work it out unless he saw you in need of comforting. In that case, to hell pride and being called pathetic for feeling love.

He cupped your face gently and kissed you sweetly. Never was he good at words so when it came to actions he put his all into it. Known as sadistic most would be surprised about how gentle his touch was right now.

He himself is surprised, how did he turn this way? You had him wrapped around your pretty little fingers while you didn’t even realize and he couldn’t do anything about it, wouldn’t do anything about it.

But he was scared. He had a weakness now. He didn’t know how far will he go for the sake of love. He was scared people will use it against him. He was scared of how much he sacrifice for it. He was scared of you being sacrificed for his on so glorious conquering.

But if love is the last thing he will feel, and your love to be exact then he wouldn’t mind to let an arrow pierce his heart, just like how yours did and made him smile like he never did before.

If only he could spend all his life in this moment of love and adoration and comfortable silence. He would trade his everything for it. His adulation for you was beyond description.

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Your husband, sukuna AU, is driving me crazy. That's like my 1st time ever experiencing what a comfort fic was. I have been re-reading them like crazy 😭

If it's okay with you, can you do a husband sukuna AU but with whatever scene you want? I really love the way you write him,,, it's just so perfect 🥹

dry your tears — ryomen sukuna x f!reader

a/n: i am so glad you like them omg srsly you're too kind <33 i really hope you like this too 🥹🫶🫶

“my lord, her highness requests your presence in the garden.”

said man’s eyes open slowly, and he narrows them at the servant who instantly kneels to the ground. he scoffs, “requests? she sure has become impudent.”

the servant trembles, “that’s how she worded it, my lord. I swear I have no role in it.”

“I didn’t speak to you,” sukuna replies as he gets up as places his foot on the servant’s head, pressing into the ground a bit more.

the servant whimpers but tries to be as quiet as possible.

sukuna warns, “and you’re to address her as ‘her highness’ or ‘the queen’ only. do you understand?”

“but—but I did?” he splutters.

“ ’that’s how ‘she’ worded it?’ ” sukuna sneers.

“I didn’t mean it that way! I am sorry! I am sorry! my apologies, my lord!” the servants chokes out, and sukuna takes it as the cue to kick him out of his way.

he starts walking towards the garden, while stretching and examining his surroundings.

the palace hasn’t changed in the time he was gone which was good. at least the human servants are capable of doing one thing right.

the gates to the garden open, and they reveal you.

deep down, the sight brings a bit content to sukuna’s heart, seeing you alive and well. however, that is a vulnerability that he would never admit, so he gets closer to you.

you’re giving him your back despite, definitely, feeling his presence.

he groans, “what do you want?”

“where have you been?” you reply with the same tone.

he rolls his eyes, arms folded on his chest, “fighting, obviously. I was passing time.”

he hears you take a deep breath before you speak up, “and you couldn’t tell me in advance?”

he can tell that you’re trying to sound calm and collected. yet, he still can’t pinpoint whether you’re angry or sad. either way, he believes that your attitude is unacceptable.

he chides, “don’t blow it out of proportion, and you have the nerve to ‘request my—"

“you have been gone for a month.”

the edges of sukuna’s lips quirk up just a little as he starts to understand why you’re acting like this.

“not the first time,” he hums.

he sees your shoulders raise slightly, and they seem to get tenser by the second. you speak lowly, “but you usually tell me before you depart.”

he closes his eyes in annoyance.

this looks like it will drag out longer than he prefers. what he expected when he returned was him spending time with you, his wife, not you giving him your back and seemingly lecturing him.

“stop beating around the bush,” he commands, “what’s wrong with you?”

you grip your kimono tightly in your fist and squeeze your eyes shut as you exclaim, “you had me worried sick!” your voice is watery and is shaky, but you couldn’t help it.

you had spent the past month alone, nobody knew of sukuna’s whereabouts not even uraume. were you supposed to just calmly wait for his return?

he may be strong, but is it always guaranteed? especially considering how the sorcerers are always planning a way to lead him to his demise.

you bite your lip as you hold back a sob. meanwhile, your husband quirks a brow, “you crying?”

you open your eyes and stand up abruptly, “no, I am not!”

throwing the hood over your head, you turn towards the other entrance and announce, “I am going inside!”

you start your march with determination, but as you get close to the gate, you hear your husband sigh and stop you by the arm. he pulls you towards him, tearing off the hood to take a good look at you.

your tears are not plentiful, but he can see their traces.

you frown and try to pull back, “let go, sukuna!”

he raises a hand to cup your cheek and squishes your cheeks like a pufferfish. your eyes widen, and you furrow your eyebrows in frustration.

“stop this,” you shoot.

he looks silently at you for a few moments, and it starts making you nervous. you finally decide to ask, but then he starts wiping your tears.

you blink in confusion as he lightly scolds you, “foolish girl.”

you register the insult after a few seconds, and it makes you frown and look away while grumbling, “shut up.”

you sniffle lightly and pull away from him. he looks down at you, silently watching you. you try ignoring his gaze, but then you just snap your head at him and huff, “what are you staring for?”

you study his face for bit then falter, “if it’s about yelling at you then I am sorry, okay? I was frustrated and—”

he pinches your nose, making you yelp.

“your worrying is unnecessary,” he says slowly, “I will always come back.”

sukuna, you realize, is comforting you. he lays a hand on top of your head and commands you, albeit gently, “so stop crying.”

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🥹...did i forget to mention i love a naked satoru?

ENTRY #11 ♡ F. READER X GOJO SATORU // I starve for your touch yet fear to savor it.

contents: arranged marriage!au, nudity, reader discretion is advised — wc. 1690

a/n: there was no way i wouldn't write a fic based on this picture. just no way.

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Satoru loves to sleep naked.

The beauty of his innate technique, the blessing that he mastered to no end, has stripped him off one of the most basic human needs — touch. He wasn’t missing it that much, he thought, but there was something in letting go of everything and allowing himself to be wrapped in the silky layers of bedsheets that made his body crave the feeling.

He has always picked expensive garments, the ones with soft fabrics and luxurious feel, despite everyone telling him it’s unreasonable to spend so much on a shirt or a pair of trousers, but to him, it did matter. To him, that was the only thing touching his body when a thin layer of infinity effectively forced everything else back. To Satoru, touch was forbidden, threatening. It was a vulnerability that he, the strongest, couldn’t afford.

But that until he’s met you. Until he’s married you.

You were one of not many people he’s made an exception for. You were able to touch him whenever you wanted because the protective surface of endless matter let you in. Because he himself altered his technique to make you capable of laying your hands on his body.

He longed for your touch. So soft, and delicate, and warm. He craved more of it and yet, despite being shameless and confident, he has not allowed himself to sleep bare even once since the day you and him were bound by the knot of matrimony. It would cross boundaries he wasn’t sure you’d wish to cross; it would make you uncomfortable, awkward maybe — and he liked the way your relationship looked like now. He liked the late evenings you talked quietly, alone and intimate in the warm embrace of sheets and your own house.

For you, he let go of the way he used to sleep before because you were worth the sacrifice, but now, you were gone for few days. You were sent on a mission away from Tokyo and the hours Satoru spent alone in bed, thinking of nothing more but your fingertips on top of his skin, made him desperate — and so, he allowed himself the comfort of soft cotton and silk.

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You were tired. Exhausted even, by the intense fight you had to pull through, by the uncomfortable nights spent in the dingy hotel room, by the humid weather and rains. In moments like this, there was nothing you envied more in the world than your husband’s ability to warp from one place to another, but you got lucky. Incredibly so, because Ijichi offered you a ride home two days earlier than you were supposed to head back and you thanked all gods and devils for that man’s kindness. He was willing to put on some more road just to get you home.

“Thank you so, so much, Ijichi,” you kissed his cheek — a ghost of a peck that made him all red and steamy and you felt giddy for a moment, seeing the tips of his ears turn crimson. Adorable. You liked him, he was dutiful, polite, trustworthy and constantly terrorized by your husband, so you were determined to at least be the Gojo he likes.

“You’re very welcome,” he mumbled and fixed the frames on the bridge of his nose, pushing them up with the tip of his pointer finger. “Have a good rest.”

“You too, Ijichi.”

Then, he was gone and you were stepping into the house with a deep sense of relief washing over you. Home sweet home. If you were to guess, it was most likely somewhere around 4 am, way too early for anyone to be up — especially your husband — so you gave it your all to stay as quiet as possible. The sun was just showing its first rays from way below the horizon line, crawling up with golden hues and breaking the nightly, navy darkness.

On your toes you moved across the house. It seemed as if Gojo was spending his time alone quite ordinarily — you saw a modest stack of empty takeout boxes, much less humble pile of candy wrappers and his uniform jacket thrown over the couch backrest, along with few other little items that you struggled to differentiate in the nocturnal haze.

You put down your bag, hung up your coat and pushed off the shoes. Ghosting your way towards the bathroom, you were desperate to wash away the combat residuals. You lathered up the shower gel in a rush, desperate to rest and sleep in the comfort of your own bed and then, wrapped in the towel, you tippy-toed to the bedroom, but—

“Came back earlier?”

—you truly didn’t expect to be met with a sight like this. Your husband was awake, just barely, most likely awaken by the water running in the bathroom. His eyes were closed, hidden underneath his forearm and shielded from the lights that were slowly creeping inside, between the dark curtains and onto his face. His body seemed relaxed between the sheets. The softest, gentlest lines of golden glimmer that painted its patterns over his uncovered chest and leg, his hip and one of the muscular arms. The duvet was covering less than half of him, hiding a part of his stomach, the other leg and—

“You’re staring.”

Satoru didn’t even have to look at you to know that your gaze was lingering on his frame. On his very, very naked frame, just barely concealed by the comforter.

“Sorry,” you mumbled, feeling the heat creeping up your cheeks and reaching the tips of your ears and you thanked the darkness for hiding it away. You walked around the bed, hoping to find your pajama where you left it and trying to force your head out of the gutter. You heard your husband letting out a deep exhale and then, a soft hum. His voice was as melodic as always, though you could tell how much sleepiness was laced into it.

Satoru should’ve notice you when you entered the area of your house, but he didn’t. Tired by his own job, by the classes and all of the meetings, he allowed himself to lower his guard and when he realized you’re home, he contemplated for a moment getting up and dressed, but he just didn’t want to.

“You’re exhausted, screw pajamas, just come here,” he said before he managed to think twice about it. It was a daring offer, inappropriate even and he opened his mouth to apologize for it, but then, you rendered him speechless.

Your weight felt good on top of him. You lay your body over his own with feathery gentleness and carefully maneuvered your way to rest on his chest completely. The touch of your skin flush to his own made his brain to short circuit, it felt divine, too good to be true and just so very right, he couldn’t say a word.

“Is that alright?” You asked quietly, pressing your ear right above his heart and letting out a breath that you held for a little too long. Your face felt hot, you were flushed and flustered but also oddly at ease with the current position and you wondered for a moment if it was the tiredness that made you so bold.

“More than that,” he replied, pulling the covers to hide you beneath them. He allowed one of his arms to snake around your waist and his lips to kiss the top of your head. “Rest. Sleep well, wifey.”

“Good night.”

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10:19 AM

Satoru thought he was dreaming, but the weight on top of him felt too real. The soft scent of citrusy shower gel that lingered on your skin filled in his lungs each time he took a breath in and there was a tickle, he realized — every time his chest raised, a strand of your hair seemed to be moving against his jawline. You were not a dream.

He opened his eyes, blinking few times, adjusting them to the bright light that forced its way into the bedroom and then, he looked at you. You were still very deep asleep, he could tell based off the long inhales you were taking, slow and relaxed, fanning against his peck rhythmically. Your body was mostly on top of him, you were on his chest, your leg was between his and only your hips were resting on the bed. He still had his arm around you, as if making sure you were as close as possible.

It felt incredible. Intimate. It was everything he could have wished for. A touch, skin to skin, so intense it almost took his breath away. He felt nauseous at the thought, realizing that it’s the first time in his life, he’s that close to someone. So impossibly close that just a little bit more and you’d become a part of him. His heartbeat quickened.

It was so right. So awfully correct and at the same time, so very threatening. He felt helpless. Vulnerable. He was at your mercy, he was robbed of everything what made him the strongest, because at this very moment, he was bare. Uncovered before you, wrapped in an embrace that felt loving, that felt soothing, addicting, but if you only wished to hurt him, you’d—

You moved, shifting your weight a little bit, adjusting the position and the way your hand run down his side made him shiver. A soft sound escaped your throat when you let out a deeper exhale. He felt your fingers squeezing the flesh above his hip and then, you relaxed again.

“Your heart is beating so fast,” you whispered, not bothering to open your eyes, and Satoru held his breath. “Relax…”

And he chuckled. His chest vibrated below your ear and the adorable sound of displeasure you let out made him lose all of the tension. He turned, twisting his body inside your embrace to face you fully and he squeezed you with both of his arms, pulling you close. So impossibly close, and you whimpered, suddenly enclosed in a tight hold of your husband’s limbs. That was it for your sleep.

You could get used to it.

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