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HAPPY VALENTINES EVERYONEEE ❤️❤️

I’m single though 💔

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I MADE MUFFINSSSS

(yes I did have one)

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OMG AND HE HAD SERENA ON STAGE TOOO

THE HALFTIME SHOW WAS FUCKING AWESOME

I JUST KNOW DRAKE IS TOSSING AND TURNING

HES CONFLICTED

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Oh to hate like Kendrick

I wish I could hate like that especially since the 14th is coming up

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THE HALFTIME SHOW WAS FUCKING AWESOME

I JUST KNOW DRAKE IS TOSSING AND TURNING

HES CONFLICTED

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BREAKING MY SILENCE TO SAY HOLY SHIT

XAVIER THE MAN YOU ARE

THANK YOU A MILLION TIMES OVER FOR THIS WONDERFUL GIFT INFOLD

I WAS GRIPPING MY CHAIR THE WHOLE TIME I JUMOED UP AND EXCLAIMED YIPEEE WHEN I GOT THE NOTIF

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365 24/7

Nonstop

Tw: can be seen as ftm, smut, sub!bottom, bottom, subby

Thoughts

Wish I could get ruined, knock me up until I’m a whimpering mess, until I’m begging for more. Fill me up until the cum starts dripping out. Stretch my tight boycunt open and fuck me. Go in whatever pace you want, tease me, hit my sweet spot, hit the deeper spots in me, go balls deep. Let’s fuck until we’re both exhausted and satisfied. Pleeeeeease, fuck me from behind and front, however you want, whatever positions, your favourites even. I’ll ride you if you want too, I’ll sit on your face if I have too. Eat me out, devour me until I cry and beg for more. Play with my nipples, flick them, tease them, nibble them, etc. Use me how you want as if I’m a doll, kiss me passionately and deeply with your tongue, make me moan, cry, whine- leave love bites all over my body as if I’m your canvas, make me look all pretty f’you. Fuck me through my sensitivity as if there’s no tomorrow. Fuck me until I can’t walk and feel sore all over. Leave me breathless fr. Make me cum in a few seconds and tease me about it, ”oh, isn’t that cute. It only took a few seconds for ya.” Call me names!!!! ”Such a good boy f’me”, ”Prince”, ”Pretty little thing”, ”Good boy”, ”Mine”, ”C’mon, you can handle it”, ”Such a whore”, ”Darling”, ”My pretty doll”, ”You take me so well, baby boy”. Like YESSS!! Please please continueee! Get me looking disheveled and completely messed up until we’re finished.

Toji Fushiguro, Nanami Kento, Satoru Gojo, Suguru Geto, Kojiro Nanjo (Joe), Zoro Roronoa, Logan Howlett, Sukuna Ryomen, Miguel O’Hara, Vander (other characters too <3)

Taglist: @juiceedapplee, @denzellovehazelnuts, @gojoslittybunny, @divinghell

@mazettns, @mailmango, @ellxio, @ghostking4m

Note: ”Mb, horny thoughts won over me today.. plus I felt bad for not posting something but umm.. here it is lmaoo. As always, enjoy reading and have an awesome day <3”

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ITS GONE ITS GONE ITS REALLY TRULY GONEEE

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Dear humanity,

Please Help Me – My Son May Die at Any Moment 💔

I'm yousef from Gaza. 🍉

Can you help my little son please 🙏

My son is suffering from a severe respiratory and a chest crisis, now he is in intensive care because he can't breathe 😔, He needs urgent treatment, it cost 2000€ per week and vaporizer device that cost 1500€.

I appeal you to help my son Donate, Reblog My pinned post and follow me, my old account has been deleted 😭

Thanks 🙏

❤️

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Hello dear, I am Hala, a mother of four children from Gaza. We live in difficult circumstances in Gaza. Our dreams and future have been shattered. Our home has been destroyed and we have been displaced many times. Please donate participate to evacuate my children to their father in Egypt. Thank you.

Vetted by 90-ghost and gaza-evacuation-funds🥹🥹💔💔🙋🏿‍♀👨‍👩‍👧‍👧🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿🙏🏿5$

❤️

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‏ I want to ask you a small and simple request that is considered for you, but it is one of the most difficult requests for me. As you know, we are currently living in famine due to the closure of the crossing by the Zionist occupation and the prevention of the entry of any food resources. Now the markets are completely empty of goods, vegetables, etc. All I want from you is to help me buy flour, which costs $150, so that I can make bread and eat it. Imagine that our dream has become a loaf of bread (flour). Our bodies have become very weak and worn out. We do not eat anything. Our intestines are completely empty. Can you help me buy them? 😔💔

‏I feel hungry and my intestines are rupturing due to the lack of food. I hope that you will have a mark in this assistance. I am waiting for your contribution, my friend 😔🙏

And help me with $30, I will be grateful, you don't know how much I need it, we have been without food for 3 days🙁🙏💔

❤️

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🚨 We Need Your Kindness to Survive 🚨

Hello, My name is Mosab Elderawi, and I live in Gaza with my family. Life here has become harder than I ever imagined, and I’m writing this with hope in my heart that you might hear our story.

The ongoing war has devastated my family. We’ve lost 25 family members—each one a beloved part of our lives, taken too soon. I miss them deeply—their laughter, their presence, their love. Every day is a reminder of this unimaginable loss.

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We are now facing daily challenges to survive—things that most people take for granted, like food, clean water, and a safe place to sleep. The harsh realities of life here have replaced our dreams with the constant fight for survival.

Our Current Situation:

💔 Lost Stability: The war has left us without work or a stable source of income. 🍞 Basic Needs: Food and water are becoming harder to afford with rising prices and scarce resources. 📚 Dreams on Hold: Like so many here, my family’s dreams have been replaced by the need to simply survive. 😢 Unimaginable Loss: Losing 25 loved ones has left a void that can never be filled.

How You Can Help:

I’m sharing our story with the hope that someone out there might care. Even $5 can make a big difference for us, and if you’re unable to donate, just reblogging this post can help spread the word.

Your kindness, no matter how small, is something we’ll never forget.

What This Means to Us:

Your support is not about changing our entire situation—it’s about giving us a little relief, a little hope, and a way to keep going. We are not asking for much, and we understand if you can’t donate. Sharing our story is just as valuable to us as a donation.

Thank you for reading this far. It means the world to us to know that someone is listening. Your kindness gives us strength and helps us believe in a better tomorrow.

With all our gratitude, Mosab Elderawi and Family ❤️

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Hello🤗❤️

I hope you are well🌹

Can you help me get my voice heard

and share my family's story?🙏🏻

Can you Reblog my pinned post from my blog or donate 10$?

By helping to reblog my story, you could

save a family from death and war.🌹

Thank you very much🌸

🕊️❤️🌹🙏🏻

Of course! ❤️

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Tears in my bright blue orbs

They have a nightmare

Including: Gojo, Nanami, Choso, Sukuna, Toji, Yuuji, and Megumi

Synopsis: they have a dream where you die or leave them

my smau masterlist

〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰〰・♡・〰

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I love it

Sukuna would be a super challenging project partner in school.

Say what you like but he absolutely would be the type of person to expect you to do all the work. That, or he would pretend he didn’t understand and wait for you to get frustrated and do it yourself.

He would be popular, but not in the “likable” kind of way, but in the same way that kids always love the teacher that (not so secretly) hates them. He despised how people followed him around, trying to hold a conversation. Despite this, it was as if his fellow students were attracted to him like magnets.

Not you though, you didn’t like a man with an ego. You saw him roll his eyes and sleep in class. You saw as he crawled into his desk at the far back of the classroom, spreading his tattooed thighs in an undignified manor.

And when you were paired with him from a dual project? You could cry with frustration.

He would simply raise a brow at you with his arms crossed as you tried to explain what was needed for the assignment.

“Do you… understand?” Sukuna had hardly spoken a word to you, not just in this exchange, but in all your time at the school.

He would simply grunt, smacking his palms on the table, rising from his chair and sliding your page of notes into his hand. “Cool to go?”

How was it he could sound annoyed without you even doing anything to upset him?

“Right…” you sigh.

You would be working together for up to an hour after class twice a week, and as finals approached, you decided you needed to meet once on Fridays as well in the library.

The pink-haired man would hardly spare you so much as a glance as he scrolled on his phone during class and work time.

When you would text, requesting his portion of the project, he would respond hours later with, “I’ll just turn it in myself.”

You would grind your teeth.

No. Way. Absolutely no shot in the world were you going to allow this delinquent to turn in homework correlated with your name inversely bring your grade down.

You would politely insist on seeing (editing) his work, for organizational purposes only, of course. And his response?

“You worry too much”

You near throttled your innocent roommate with anger at his laissez faire attitude after reading his late message one evening.

On one particularly cruel Friday, you were seriously feeling the effects of finals crawling into your brain. You had hardly slept, spilled coffee on your textbook, and experienced car troubles that caused you to be late to class.

Staying to the end of the lecture to apologize to your professor for this lapse, you expected an understanding, “Hey, no worries, life happens, I’ve been there.” And instead received and overtly harsh, “Do you know how much participation counts for in my class? Don’t let it happen again.”

Was it childish? Yes. Was it overly emotional? Also yes. But did ever ounce of your validation come from the adult figures in your life? Of course. So how could you not cry at the knowledge that you had disappointed, let down, upset, one of the professors you had previously admired?

By the time you reached your seats in the library Sukuna was already laid across his own spot, not unlike a jungle cat.

This was the first time he had arrived before you.

Another wave of shame passed your consciousness at the thought of this no-good-trouble-maker showing up to the library with more dependability than you, and huffed a sigh.

Sukuna rolled his neck back down when you sat across from him. As usual, no words passed between you, but he seemed to be observing you closely.

He didn’t pull out his phone, he didn’t grumble responses. No, in fact, be pulled out a notebook and took notes. Finalized an outline for points of contention in his part of the project. And even seemed to consider your own writings (that you had been sending him weekly).

And even as you were starting to rise from your seat, he didn’t race off, groaning as if he had just wasted an hour of his life he regretted to never see again, but rather, stood slowly, and leaned down to try and catch your gaze.

Eventually, you had to meet his eyes, patient beast he was, and as your arms fumbled with your backpack, he just raised an eyebrow and murmured,

“Take care.”

Before he was gone.

Imagine your shock when your professor grades the paper and presentation you had been slaving over, after being horrified with the end result due to Sukuna inability to send his part in and after a panicked email about how unsportsman your teammate was, begging to please please please take into consideration the difference between students, with a glowing review, claiming that it was always a privilege to read “the two of y’all’s work”.

Turns out the delinquent who slept in class, avoided contact with fellow students, never so much as attempted to prove his understanding of the project, and stared blankly at you as your “tutored” him on the subject, was neck and neck with you as top student in class.

Son of a bitch.

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I wanna know where people have lately gotten the audacity to leave comments on fanfics talking about how much the fanfic sucked and negatively critiquing an author's fic like it's a published book review.

It pisses me off cause I've seen authors abandoned or delete their fics because of this.

You're getting fanfics for FREE! No one asked for your opinion.

I hope y'all know as authors we get email notifications when you comment so we see EVERY comment that's been left.

We also can see the negative reviews you leave when you bookmark our fics

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WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

I’m giggling and kicking my feet and then all of a sudden my house explodes?????????

Infold count your days