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screaming at that video of the girl saying "I am appalled by people comparing things to the Holocaust. Do not use other genocides to compare it to this one." Girl!!!! You said it!!! You said the quiet part out loud!!! You admitted it's a genocide!!!!
Girlfriend — Yuuta Okkotsu x Reader
You found yourself sitting at the edge of a building. You took a small box and opened it, revealing the several cigarettes sticks inside. You pulled one out of its box as you push it in between your lips. The Tokyo city lights were amazing from above, though you had seen this view many times before. Maybe you’re getting high with yourself without even noticing. A low chuckle escaped your lips as you figured so.
Your ears immediately perked up once you heard footsteps from behind, “…relax, it’s just me” a gentle voice crept out as a tall figure appeared from the dark, Yuuta Okkotsu.
The special graded sorcerer had always something to do with you and it was always something about love. Maybe it was just you trying to deny it. You’d had sex for a few times, went on dates and even had shared the same apartment before.
But you guys were not a thing.
He was a jujutsu sorcerer and worse he was the student under Gojo’s wing. And you? You were a puppet of Kenjaku in fact you know everything little things he had done including him pulling a trick on Itadori’s dad.
Maybe that was one of the reasons why you always had not been accepting his and your feelings to get in the way.
“Are you not going to say anything?” You said firmly, staring at the guy that just settled down next to you without a word. “no, not yet.” he smiled, a genuine one. you scoffed, “the fuck you mean no? I did not come here for nothing.”
Silence fell between you both before Okkotsu turnt to look at you. “I actually..don’t want to seem like I’m using you.” he said as he stared at you flick the cigarettes with your fingers. “Use me? Then what do you wanna do? Propose me? Don’t be an id-”
“Yes..yes. I want to make us an official thing. I want to make you an official thing.” he said, almost seemed like whispering.
At the moment, his face was too close to yours. You can feel his hot breaths against your cheeks, slightly making you feel things you had never experienced before. A rush of blood flowed through your cheeks which caused Okkotsu to laugh.
“Are you seriously blushing at this? c’mon it’s not like we have not even slept together bef-”
“Will you shut up already? Your voice is so loud that people on the ground might even hear.” you said, trying not to break a smile as you push him away.
You loved these kinds of moments. Moments that cannot be shared with anyone. You knew he was serious about his previous commitment yet you were not convinced you agreed too.
“..I just don’t want you to get executed once they found out.” you exhaled before your hands worked their way for another cigarette as it stopped its track once Okkotsu stopped your hand.
He looked at you sincerely, “they won’t find out.. I’m really tired of staying as strangers and you know how much I would like to hold your hand without feeling guilty.” He said before rubbing his palm against the back of your hand gently. He grabbed your soft hand and placed it on his lips, giving it a peck on the veins.
your heart softened at the sight, his face illuminated by the city lights, featuring every details perfectly. His hair messily falling off to his forehead. he was indeed handsome though it may take sometime to actually admit it.
“I promise they won’t. I don’t care if they do, I only need a world with you and me in it.” He grinned as he crooked his head in your neck.
you laughed at his words, “do you even know who you are talking to right now?”
“my girlfriend — obviously.”
“You’re such a hard headed guy.” You smiled softly while rubbing his skull. Though your brain told you to stop your actions, your heart convinced you to trust his words.
And you did.
I lost the request to this but if you’re seeing this, thanks for the brilliant idea xx. Reblogs and comments are always appreciated. Thanks!
Has anyone else noticed that traits people associate with Shaggy smoking weed could easily be explained with severe anxiety?
Shaggy doesn’t say “like” and talk stuttery because he’s a stoner. He’s unsure of what he’s saying and is constantly tripping over his own thoughts
Shaggy doesn’t always have the munchies. He’s stress eating. He’s just grown an appreciation for food since
Shaggy isn't leaning forward because he’s slouching. That and his wide eyed expression comes from being on constant alert
Shaggy likes mysteries. But his main driving force is his friends. He does have a passion here. But in truth, he doesn’t want to let his friends down. He feels like them and Scooby are the only family he truly has
Shaggy doesn’t do drugs. He just has intense anxiety
who's your favourite paladin?
This special boy! :D
Grief. The intense sorrow, especially caused by someone's death. No one really prepares you for the mourning of friends. Friends that are still well and alive but aren’t with you. The death of friendships you held so close to heart that you feel a rip in your soul as they pass away. This heartbreak is almost irreparable compared to the fleeting emotions of unrequited love or suppressed depression ; it consumes you in a dark hole of intense loneliness and desperate failure.
I’ve always been envious of people who lived in the time of no technology - a time when passing conversations was enough to connect you: a time where you greet a friend so casually having not seen them for a decade. What happens when old friends meet each other? Did they mutter awkward greetings or welcome each other with soft affection? Or do they simply walk past each other like strangers despite their shared history?
if only someone could hold my waist like this 🥲
I FINALLY have a contribution to the “favorite ship dynamic” discussion 😤 bonus points for Orange going apeshit if Purple gets hurt
if you take out all the murder, the ending of assassination classroom is reflected in any student-teacher bond. no matter how close they become, there is always a ticking clock on the relationship. you only get one year with that teacher, with that class. the end of the year may as well be the end of the world. everything the students learn brings them closer to the point when they can leave the teacher behind. after graduation, the students will move on to their futures, armed with all the knowledge they've gained, but the teacher can't come with them.
there's a reason every episode's title has the word "time" in it. because the whole show is about the time class e gets to spend together, and the titles are a constant reminder that that time is limited.
the assassination of koro-sensei is class e's graduation. from that moment forward, the teacher, the class, and middle school itself, are no longer a part of their lives. it would seem the message is that nothing lasts forever. the sakura blossoms always fall, children always grow up, and the fun times always end.
fr because the feminism they presented was much more natural instead forced because they weren't trying to force their faux woke agenda
smth i loved about BP:WF was how female-driven it was without trying to do the whole “girl power” shit that endgame did. it didnt need to make a point of “HEY LOOK AT HOW FEMINIST WE ARE” bc every woman was so fleshed out and whole and just commanded the attention on screen
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I am so stressed out rn. I have a massive pile of coursework to finish and the exams are going to be the death of me