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i don’t like “til death do us part” cause why would death part us??? u are mine in death and every life after this

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i mean fuck i like pills i like drugs i like gettin money i like strippers i like to fuck i like day drinkin and day parties n hollywood i like doing hollywood shit snort it probably would

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soooo many of the bllk guys

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The sexiest thing a man can do is be absolutely devoted to their wife

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Annoying everyone with my new obsession

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i fucks with you most ardently my liege

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do u ever send smth in a chat thats not even risqué like “i luv salsa” but no one responds so u start overthinking it like…. maybe one of their parents died making salsa…… maybe they were all just talking abt how they hate salsa……. maybe salsa isnt evn real and they have no idea what im talking abt

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i don’t think mordecai and rigby were ever gay for each other but i do think many times rigby would be like dude if i was a girl would you want to fuck me and mordecai is like dude that’s weird. no. and rigby is all bent out of shape about it and in the middle of the night when they’re both trying to sleep he’s like why wouldn’t you fuck me if i was a girl. i’m cute right? or am i ugly and that’s why i’m single… and mordecai is like fine whatever i’d fuck girl you. stop bringing it up now. & the next day rigby is like fuck off muscle man i’m not ugly mordecai said he’d fuck girl me & then a portal opens to an alternate dimension where they’re genderbent like that adventure time episode and the voice of god is like mordecai you must make good on your word. fuck girl rigby.

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Use "said" for dialogue unless you are writing a man talking, in which case use "whimpered"

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no other social media site gives me what tumblr has given me . i love this place . it’s awful here. i’ll never leave .

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no one will know which one it is.

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somewhere in the world there is a tree that sprouted the same day you were born and has been growing along with you

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You’re called into your boss’s office that morning. You’ve always had a decent relationship; your work record is one of efficiency and professionalism, if not innate talent.

The past few weeks have certainly put a strain on that, though.

You’re only fractionally surprised to see Satoru Gojo there when you arrive. You’d warned him you couldn’t be at his beck and call today, that you have a back pile of work that is growing more urgent by the day. He was uncharacteristically apathetic to this. No pouting, no plotting. He let you clock in without interference, for once.

He was supposed to be out working the whole day, anyway— a dungeon, A-rank, a mission that might be strenuous for even him.

The fact that he’s done several hours early is…concerning.

As a B-rank guide, it’s uncommon for you to receive ESPERs in trouble. Your job is mostly maintenance, picking up the slack for higher ranking guides. But even you notice the signs of corruption budding here.

Gojo is grinning at you, silly and coy as always. But his skin is sallow, his eyes lit with unspent power, almost glowing in the fluorescent light. When he waves at you, the veins in his arm are prominent. Every muscle in his body is tense. His weight is canted forward.

Like he’s about to grab you.

You’re about to ask him a question when your boss speaks.

“You’ll be working under Gojo from now on.”

Gojo snickers at the wording. You balk.

Your contract states clearly that you would only guide those with a higher ranking than you in the case of an emergency. To do so regularly would put a strain on both you and the ESPER’s bodies.

Oddly, this has never been a problem for you and Gojo, a fact that he relishes in. He reminds you of it almost daily. You were made for me. We were made for each other.

Your contract, your work with other ESPERs, has always been a neat little excuse. You don’t belong to him. You can’t. Guides are too rare, and in too high demand.

He tried to lure you away from all that. Promised you money, influence, excellent sex. Anything, everything. That was, perhaps, the problem. He holds the world in the palm of his hand, overwhelmingly powerful.

He frightens you.

“That’s not possible,” you say. Your perfect defense. “I signed a contract.”

“And there is a clause in that contract in case of extenuating circumstances,” your boss reminds you.

Gojo reaches for your hand— you don’t know when he got close enough to touch. He brushes your knuckles against his cheek. His skin is cold.

“No one else is allowed to guide me,” he tells you. “No one else is allowed to touch me. Only you. My partner.”

An ESPER on the brink of corruption, refusing guidance. It’s unheard of, goes against the very nature of the relationship between guide and ESPER. Of course, Gojo never was one for conventionality.

And now, he is the emergency.

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speaking of boys who get lovesick.. touya todoroki

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I feel like someone is standing next to me talking about how I'm dead

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I love pretending to be normal in social settings bc it’s like how long will it take until they find out a screw is absolutely loose. how long can I keep this going for