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"you did well"

artwork for his birthday last month

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It is a FACT it is NOT possible for men to have tits

it is CANON toji is a MAN.

it is CANON toji does NOT have tits.

GOJO BUTT ANON IS BACK!!! don't worry i can handle the weight of his massive tits on my own 💪

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Wait- 😭😭😭

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"give it back" and it's just yuuji fooling around with his friends, all of them just being kids 😭

the 2nd jjk ending makes me wanna sob like a baby

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the 2nd jjk ending makes me wanna sob like a baby

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nanami kento never intended for your relationship to be the first page of his newest journal. he didn't even notice when he began documenting it with a black ink pen in a plain leather notebook—writing down the moment you finally agreed to be his, as if you hadn’t been smitten by him from the first time you laid eyes on him.

each passing page became a piece of you. his dilemma on buying you flowers filled the 14th page, and by the 34th, there was a polaroid of you holding your favorite flowers—this time, he knew with confidence. your trips together occupied a few more pages, and even more were dedicated to the places he dreamed of taking you. from losses to love, nanami wrote it all down. it was his best way of keeping you—of keeping what you shared. he wanted your love to remain forever, not only in his heart but also in his hands.

when the wedding bells finally rang and he wore a suit unlike his usual ones, nanami kento stood before you, journal in hand. he read from it, a love documented from the beginning to what felt like the end of the beginning. his vows were written as though he'd known all along that he would marry you. but no, his journal didn’t just record the start of your relationship or the journey leading up to that day.

what nanami kento had not expected was that he would end up documenting your entire story.

as he began the last page with your name, followed by a comma, he wrote down everything he planned for your future together—plans he wanted to set in motion as soon as he returned from his mission. plans he would have given to you immediately after.

"let me take you to malaysia?"

you read over and over again, desperately hoping for more to follow, for another page to turn. but there were no more words. no more pages. and nanami’s voice, his presence, would no longer carry past this page.

yet, it’s hard to be angry with him. because, in the end, nanami was always a gentleman. whether knowingly or not, he left you one final letter—a letter filled with love, just like every page in his journal. because maybe, just maybe, the journal wasn’t for him to keep your love. maybe it was for you to keep his—not only in your heart but in your hands, after all.

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from me to you — gojo satoru x f!reader

a/n: this takes place in chapter 268, soo sort of spoilers ahead? also long live gojo satoru; gojo leaves you a letter 🙏

“y/n-sensei, there is a letter for you as well!”

that catches your attention, and you look up at the first years. you tilt your head slightly, and yuuji hands you an envelope.

you gently take it from him, and the first thing you notice is “wifey” written on it then the doodle of satoru with his blindfold on. you feel your throat tighten, and your hands shake slightly.

you let out a small breath then shakily open the letter.

hey, honey!!

it first reads.

I feel like there is still much I didn’t tell you in our last meeting, so here I, your beautiful and handsome husband, am writing them down.

you swallow lightly, and a small smile appears on your face as you imagine satoru saying that, then you continue to the next line.

first, I changed all your computer passwords to variations of “satoruisthebest” at one point. your confusion was so cute!!

you quirk an eyebrow at the admission, but when you rack your brain, you remember that one day when you couldn’t log into your computer.

what you vividly remember was satoru being sat beside you the whole time, and now that you think about it. he was smiling so widely the entire time, letting out small chuckles every now and then. oh, that sneaky man.

“satoru, I am telling you it’s broken!”

“sweetheart, we spent over 2000$ on that. if it broke, then we could easily sue the company,” he chuckled, arm wrapping around your shoulder and pulling you closer.

“2 year guaranteed top performance my ass!”

you smile at the memory. it was pretty satoru of him to do that. your eyes then move to continue reading.

second, there are times when I would tell megumi that you would be coming with me, then he would turn and leave me when he found out I was tricking him.

your eyes glance up at said boy who is sat across of you. he made it out alive, despite everything. he suffered so much, but he made it.

it makes you relieved, and you can imagine satoru being bloody proud of him and saying something along the lines of ‘you handed sukuna’s ass to him, very cool!’

no matter how much megumi had frowned and grimaced at satoru’s presence or antics. it rooted itself as something—safe and familiar.

you can’t count on your hands the times when you and satoru would visit the siblings, and nobody really said it, but these meetings did all of you a favor, a chance to kind of wind down. maybe act like death might actually not be looming tomorrow.

it feels like just yesterday when megumi would cling to you when he got really sad or nervous, after so much time spent getting comfortable with each other.

he grew up well, you think, eyes gliding to next.

third, I hid your uniform every two to three weeks, so you have to stay with me.

at that, your eyes widen a bit. satoru’s schedule was pretty packed, but he somehow managed to squeeze time for quality time between you two.

it tugged on your heartstrings, and you made sure he knew how much you appreciated it, not a single space on his face left without a kiss. however, finding out that he went out of his way to make you rest and stay.

satoru’s care really showed in his actions, and you feel like this is the biggest proof of it.

“satoru, have you seen my uniform?”

“nope! maybe, it is a sign to stay home today? you’ve been working so hard, wifey!”

you cupped his face, pulled him down to your height, and kisses his cheek, “you’ve been working harder, ‘toru. let me take off some of the load at least.”

“we could both stay!”

“you’re kidding, right?”

“I already told yaga; I miss you!”

you try to stop the reminiscing further and try to compose yourself before reading the rest.

fourth, I’m the one who kept adjusting the thermostat. I just wanted an excuse to cuddle.

a fond yet melancholy smile appears on your face. you kinda figured that one out. satoru’s favorite pastime was cuddling, so it’s no surprise that he would go out of his way to create the need for it even further.

add to that, once you went to get some green tea and saw him from the corner of your eye teleport to the thermostat, click something, then teleport back to bed.

you figured that the room being chilly that night was not an exception in the middle of july.

“babeeee, it’s so cold! let’s cuddle!”

“maybe the problem is with the thermostat?”

“I checked! I think cuddling is the best solution.”

you giggle as you recall the moment, one of many similar. your heart feels a bit lighter as you go through the letter. something satoru managed to always do even in person.

he would plaster sticky notes, get you trinkets, and even pull pranks on other just to see you smile. feeling more encouraged, you keep on reading the letter.

then you feel your chest constrict so tightly that you might just throw up.

fifth, I am really gonna fucking miss you.

you read the line over again, and you purse your lip in hopes of silencing any noise that may come out as you feel the lump in your throat return, even worse than before. your breathing starts getting more difficult.

your grip on the letter tightens, and you find yourself thinking back to the good times. memories of late nights spent in each other’s arms, thinking about everything and nothing at once.

hushed whispers of confessions and quiet giggles as you reminisced on your highschool days. tight hugs when recalling the sad moments and the departure of a certain someone.

“you know, y/n, I think we might just be made for each other,” he said one night. you hummed and looked him in the eyes.

“three am thoughts?”

“three am admissions,” he grins slightly, “I am made for you, and you’re made for me.”

you remember him pulling you closer and kissing your forehead, while you teased, “and what would you need little old me for, so much that I got made?”

he feigns thinking then closes his eyes, burying his face in your shoulder, “grounding me.”

I love you. I really do, but you should know that already, right?

your eyes drift down to the corner of the paper, and that is when you feel your tears start free-falling. there is drawn a chibi satoru besides a chibi you and between them is a heart.

the chibi satoru is giving yours a big smooch, while she laughs. you never thought that the day your jealousy burns would be because of drawings, and drawings of you and your own husband, nonetheless.

“but wow, gojo-sensei is shit at writing letters,” you hear nobara remark.

megumi responds with a small chuckle, “I am fine with mine.”

“what about you, y/n-sensei?—”

the trio becomes silent as you let out a sob. a watery smile makes its way up your face as you kiss the letter gently and murmur, “so shitty.”

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gojo satoru peace sign collection ✌️

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tiny gojo <3

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shibuya? what are you talking about, silly? me and nanami are actually doing great and growing old together ^_^

haha.. let me live in delusion...

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it is a FACT all men are DOMS

it is CANON Gojo is a MAN.

it is CANON Gojo is a dom

somebody doesn't like the fact their goat takes it up the butt ‼️

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It is a FACT men HATE their butts being slapped

its is CANON Gojo is a MAN.

it is CANON Gojo HATES His butt slapped

what hahahaha

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Consideration

Nanami Kento x reader

Summary: Nanami Kento learns how you like your food cooked and all the intricacies of your preferences. Food’s one of his ways to show affection after all.   C.W.: disordered eating implied & talks about relationship with food (if you’re uncomfortable with this subject please preserve yourself). some fluff & comfort ig? This is giving more head canon energy than story in a way. gn reader. once again it is self-indulgent as heck 👀. 1.2K words. I did the proofreading so there might (will) be typos!  A.n.: My first Nanami one! the man is too perfect it's hard to write him ksjdhf in the past few years I’ve been reading/researching a lot, trying to understand my mind and habits etc. anyways, this is a way for me to process things, in a sense. Essentially, this is about something called ARFID (avoidant restrictive food intake disorder) which is something I’ve been dealing with for my entire life (and only in adulthood did I get a word for it). I’ll be putting all the tags in with “TW” as to not trigger anyone.  𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥 ✿◡‿◡

You’re “finicky” about the way your chicken has to be prepared. It has to soak in a water-vinegar mix for a little while, then you need to rub off its oily gunk as thoroughly as possible because that has a taste. The one that makes you so ill that if you detect even a smidge of it, you might just start gagging violently. Nanami Kento knows about this. He recalls the day you explained it to him quite vividly. 

It had been after a date, a couple of months after the beginning of your relationship. He had seen you during the meal, how you had chewed on a piece of your fried chicken and then put back the rest of the wing down with a disgusted expression you had failed to hide. He had decided not to bring it up then because you swiftly shifted your interest to the accompanying fries. Eventually, you even offered the rest of your plate to him, claiming you were full.

Later, as he was driving you back to your apartment you said you needed to explain. Even if he didn’t ask, because he was trying to be mindful. 

There was always a guilt, when people took notice of your eating habits, as if you had to explain yourself to them. 

It was a jumbled story about how you’ve always been a little picky — that you didn’t even like that word because it wasn’t quite that, and that “picky” carried a negative nuance too, which made you feel bad about yourself. And that you tried to stick to foods you knew weren’t going to cause issues, and that you thought you did love chicken, but it was often a fifty-fifty situation, that it could be a great meal, but it could also completely hinder it, and how your mom was one of the only few people who knew how to cook it perfectly. 

When you finally stopped your tirade to look at your boyfriend, he had the most adoring smile on his face, and you felt reassured that he didn’t find you childish. 

“That’s perfectly fine, darling.” He only answered and you felt your heart skip a beat — a common occurrence since you’ve started seeing him. 

After that, Kento learned what you would and wouldn’t eat under any circumstances. He never judged you and even went as far as always ordering a serving of one of your safe foods on the side during every date. It was either to take away if all went well when you ordered something like chicken — or a whole new thing if you felt spontaneous enough — or it was a replacement in case the chicken tasted “like something you just picked off the henhouse and bit raw” or the new meal was what you could only describe as “wonky” or foul if arugula had touched any part of it. 

He was always willing to eat the adventurous dishes for you, accommodating you greatly. You always tried to order within things that he would like, though. It was never too adventurous or out there for him — or you, for that matter. And that way, food was almost never wasted.

He even noted how you never took food from anyone out of your trusted people. Not even snacks, because if it tasted even a little off you were scared to offend whoever offered it to you in the first place. Especially in the few cases where the urge to spit out the food would arise.

He learned how you only ever ate chicken breasts. Pieces that contained neither skin, nor bones, veins, fat or cartilage because if it did have any of those you’d feel the urge to dissect it and only eat the parts you could tolerate. You only did that at home though, when it was the two of you because you feared the judgment of people on your eating habits. You didn’t want them to see you pull apart a chicken wing, or separate a piece of meat from its fat, or take off the fibers off fruits and vegetables one by one because the thought of having them in your mouth stressed you out. You didn’t want people to be disgusted with you. 

Your grandmother used to say it made her sick to watch you eat, which wasn’t the nicest thing to say to a little kid — Kento’s words. Growing up, mealtimes had taken much longer than they should have because you had to separate your food a certain way, eat it in a certain order, or remove every part you didn’t enjoy. When the food wasn’t to your taste you’d just try to get through it by essentially having an out of body experience. Eventually, as you grew and didn’t have a parental figure to impose on you, you accommodated yourself, only eating what you enjoyed in the way you enjoyed it. 

Until you had to be around people that is, then you’d try to find solutions that didn’t make you look like you were overly picky. You were an adult after all, and it was awfully frowned upon to be persnickety in adulthood.

But Kento didn’t mind. 

He learned to cook food according to your preferences and he loved that you didn’t mind spending more time cooking to fit his own preferences too. He mostly baked and really enjoyed watching you eat his culinary gifts. You didn’t mess with buttercream? No problem, he found an alternative just for you. You didn’t like certain kind of fish? Then he’d only focus on those you could tolerate. You didn’t eat sushi because raw fish was an insurmountable wall? That’s all fine, he’d find a restaurant that served alternatives for you too so you could share a moment together. 

Alternates were essentially always in mind when it came to your eating habits. At least with most things. One of the issues was with your iron intake. You had iron deficient anemia but refused to consume iron rich foods. This included chickpeas, whole meal bread, spinach, most nuts, any kind of animal liver and so many others. You did eat lentils, green peas and could handle meat — if all the parts of it that you hated were removed and it was well done. The smallest hint of blood in it would make it unbearable. 

You knew it wasn’t the best, even your doctor had said so, but you couldn’t physically or mentally fathom eating most of those things. Because even if you sometimes decided to try new foods, or different ones, it was generally something that was close to a safe food, and it had to be something that came from you, not a medical suggestion. But your boyfriend never got frustrated with this, which made you so unbelievably grateful for him and you tried to thank him for it every time you could. And Nanami didn’t like when you did, because to him, it was just common decency. 

A.n.: when this idea popped up I was hesitating between writing it about Nanami or Toji tbh, but I feel like Nanami is more ideal for it. this is very chicken focused (I noticed while rereading) but it’s because I think it’s the one that causes me the most difficulties, yet, every once in a while I order it anyways (and pray I don’t get a funky bite). I hope you enjoyed (?) your read I guess, if you got all the way here, thank you ♡ You're welcome to tell me what you thought about this (pliz)

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jjk smau: just a nibble! (you bite them)

ft. gojo, nanami, choso, toji, sukuna, nobara, megumi, yuuji

cw: suggestive content

this is so silly. sorry for the minor disappearance, life got crazy. hopefully more stable uploads from now on!

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saw this on x, i tell myself i have to draw this.. our old man sure is playing level 15892 candy crush on his hello kitty phone case iphone..

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Nanami: Do you wanna know how I actually hurt my wrist?

Gojo: Yes.

Nanami: I was hula-hooping. Y/N and I attend a class for fitness and for fun.

Gojo: Oh my god.

Nanami: I've mastered all the moves. The pizza toss, the tornado, the scorpion, the oopsie doodle.

Gojo: Why are you telling me all this?

Nanami: Because no one will ever believe you.

Gojo: You sick son of a bitch.