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bloogers-boogers · 1 month ago
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ignisgayentia · 3 months ago
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touring a new house rental w my FIANCE talking about liking the yard for OUR dog and OUR bedroom yet the potential landlord still referred to us as 'friends' ASDGJFJDKKS
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thotsforvillainrights · 8 months ago
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Do a wash x reader fic
(Happy arpil fools)
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I am inside your walls chewing at the insulation and waiting for the right moment to get you...
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aft3rhrs · 6 months ago
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I haven't been interested in astrology and you know what. Let's leave it at that. I'm never looking at my birth chart again
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I said that's my only coping mechanism!!! 😫😫😫
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ibrahimshoukri · 1 year ago
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مين الي جه الاول الفرخة ولا البيضة
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elysiumcalled · 2 years ago
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My friend just got out of an interview to be a team leader in logistics and they were asking her how old her grandad and is and asked if she likes her dad 💀
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hyperfixationcritter · 14 days ago
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I'm WHEEZING at arcane twitter's general consensus on this moment
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sunflowerscottie · 2 months ago
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“deploying Aubrey”
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fellshish · 1 year ago
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Can’t stop thinking about this
Good omens season 2 is like if you had a sugar daddy but also you lived in your car
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torisprlng · 2 months ago
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HEARTSTOPPER S3 + TUMBLR REACTIONS
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foul-milk · 10 months ago
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🤓🎓👍.
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mobius-m-mobius · 1 year ago
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#my man was NOT subtle 🤣😉
+ bonus: message received 😅
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onifanss · 2 months ago
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Tharchog x Yansae •
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wattemeer · 4 months ago
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IDK I'm obsessed with snake Luci sobs
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tsukimefuku · 6 months ago
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I’m so happy to have FINALLY found the time to read this. I was cackling the entire way (full commentary provided in tags in real time as I read - I finally understood how to do it, now I’ll never comment on anything in any other way ever again, get ready peeps ✨)
The Transformation of Nanami Kento
Part 7
In which Nanami-pom GETS SWEET, SWEET REVENGE.
CW: Violence. Yes, you read that right. Violence.
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The haunted house exhibit was deathly still, made even more eerie by the dilapidated interiors, an irony not lost on Yuuji. He moved slowly and carefully through the side entrance, eyes adjusting to the dark. Somewhere to his right, he could hear Ino's cautious footfalls.
Nanami-pom had slipped from his shoulder right before they'd entered, but Yuuji wasn't overly concerned. His trusty mentor, even in this state, never made rash or hasty decisions. Remembering the way the rogue curse user had kicked the small, golden body made Yuuji grit his teeth.
Scumbag.
But this time they were prepared, and they had backup -
Before he had a chance to process what was happening, his body had reacted, as it often seemed to do since he had started serious jujutsu training. Something shot past his head, so close it must have grazed the fine hairs beneath his ear. The familiarity of the cursed energy was enough to tell him exactly who had attacked.
"Cover!" he shouted, watching Ino roll behind a large metal screen. Behind him, he heard the tell-tale 'shink' of Nobara's nails slipping into position between her fingers. From somewhere above them, beams of cursed energy were raining down, ricocheting off the walls and forcing them to stay alert, even behind the protective barriers.
"Stay back, you monsters!"
The slightly high-pitched voice of the curse user, Ichimura, echoed within the dilapidated walls, making it hard to pinpoint his position. Cursed energy was condensing in a distinctive spiral shape around Ino's fist, the dark material of the beanie, now revealed to be a ski mask, pulled down over his face. His voice was muffled as he called across to Yuuji.
"I'm gonna bring him down from the rafters, but I can't use full power. Too risky in here. You two get ready."
"Got it!"
Ino launched his spiralling attack, the energy-seeking missile shooting upwards to where Ichimura was firing from. There was an explosion and light suddenly flooded the large, cluttered room as Ino's attack tore through the rickety ceiling.
"Get back!" Nobara shouted. Shards of rusty iron and large pieces of wood were raining down, and they heard Ichimura screaming incoherently in rage. The dark shape of the curse user plummeted towards the floor, but he shot out beams of cursed energy, managing to cancel out the impact of his fall. He dropped to the floor, rolling out of the way as Nobara's nails pierced the wall behind him.
"Damn, he's a slitherer," she muttered.
Ino held up a hand, gesturing for them to hold positions. There was nowhere for Ichimura to run. They had the entrances covered, and attempting to escape through the large opening in the ceiling would leave him open to their attacks. It was now a deadly game of cat and mouse.
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Ichimura winced slightly and placed a hand against his side. Whoever had sent that damn missile at him packed quite the punch. If his natural defences hadn't kicked in, he'd be in a much worse position. His shirt was torn to shreds on one side, along with his nice suit jacket and the abrasions on his skin were making it painful to move.
Air hissed between his teeth as he took a breath and folded his arms across his body. His time on the run had forced him to practice certain elements of his technique, developing them much faster under the pressure of his circumstances. He'd learned that the cursed energy beams could be emitted from anywhere on his body, freeing up his hands if he needed to move or defend himself. Releasing the breath he'd been holding, he unleashed the next volley of beams, hearing those pesky vermin shout warnings to each other as the energy ricocheted in unpredictable swarms from every surface of the room.
Good. That would keep them occupied while he - Wait. What was ...
From across the room, he saw the light streaming through the hole in the ceiling reflect off something. It was close to ground level, so he couldn't be sure, but it looked like ... a pair of glasses? He blinked, and it disappeared.
Must have been a trick of the light.
And then, behind him, he heard a soft, swift pattering. Whirling around, he readied the next set of beams, hands raised defensively.
Was this one of their techniques? Well, they wouldn't catch him off guard.
His cursed energy attack came in another volley, slicing through the darkness of his side of the room, forming a fast-moving web that made it impossible for anyone to get close to him. He paused, eyes searching through the gloom, breathing hard. Something clattered to the floor on his left. Spinning, he reflexively shot more beams in that direction. The cursed energy illuminated what had caused the noise. There was a small vial, rolling slightly from the impact of his attacks. Picking it up, Ichimura turned it over and read the label:
'Ton Ton's Natural Leave-In Conditioner for Pampered Pooches. NEW Caramel Pudding Scent!'
What -
Something collided with his side so hard it completely knocked the breath out of him. Ichimura yelled out in pain as he rolled across the debris-strewn floor and came up against a painted mural of a ghastly clown. Gasping, eyes tearing, he looked up at the barrier he had been crouching behind a short while ago. Something was standing on top of the barrier. A very small, furry shape, wearing what looked like a miniature business suit and a pair of tinted glasses. One of the floppy ears raised slightly as it looked down at him.
Wait, was that - No! It can't be! It's that man, from before. How was this possible? All the other mascots were small, soft and helpless -
He had no more time to mull things over, because the Pompompurin hopped lightly down from the barrier, unhurried, it's progress almost casual. Light glinted off its glasses as one small paw reached up and unbuttoned its coat with a deliberation that looked uncharacteristically threatening. It reached back and brought out what looked like a blade wrapped in mottled cloth.
Gritting his teeth, Ichimura gathered up his cursed energy and sent out a flurry of beams, impossible for anyone standing before him to dodge. Somehow, this was exactly what the Pompompurin did. It moved like lightning, gracefully dodging and weaving, the tiny blade moving like a whirlwind as it deflected many of the beams that were launched its way. The small size of its body and the speed of its movement was a natural counter to his technique!
"Get back, you little freak! You aren't even cute! You're an ugly eyesore! You don't deserve my beautiful transformation!" Ichimura screamed, spittle flying from his mouth as he upped the ante of his attacks.
Undeterred, the Pompompurin slid seamlessly across the floor toward him, the tiny paw flicking the blade out with clinical precision, once, twice, as it passed right between Ichimura's legs. The curse user gasped as he heard what sounded like a loud snap, his legs suddenly losing their ability to hold him upright. A piercing pain lanced from his ankles upward, and he cried out as he folded over and crumpled to the floor.
"You! What did you - "
He stopped, gasping sharply as the Pompompurin calmly put away its blade and approached him again.
"No ... No! Get away from me! Stay back!"
His screams had obviously alerted the other vermin, because he could see them now. Three youngsters who looked like they were barely out of school! And there was that pink-haired boy! They were ... just standing there? Why? And why were they smiling like that? Were they mocking him? Mocking him! He'd show them -
A sound brought his attention back to the threat in front of him. The Pompompurin took off its glasses ... and yes! He'd been right. It was that man. Those round brown eyes were unmistakable, but right now they weren't creased in confusion and pain. They were narrowed in a gaze that looked incongruously hard and deadly in the fluffy face. The Pompompurin approached him again, reaching up and loosening its tie with a paw. With a small flip, the tie wrapped around the tiny fist, along with a dangerous amount of cursed energy. Ichimura scrambled back, whimpering in pain as his damaged legs dragged against the floor.
No! No! This couldn't be happening! All he'd wanted was -
In a flash, faster than his eye could follow, the Pompompurin was right before him. It raised its paw and landed a blow across Ichimura's face that rattled the teeth in his skull. It was followed by another, and another, and another, spraying blood across the floor and ... were those his teeth? The Pompompurin paused and he felt its paw (how could it be so strong?) tangling in his hair. It jerked his head up, forcing him to meet its gaze.
"It's not my fault!" Ichimura screamed, eyes tearing up again. "I just ... I just wanted to see all the happy smiling faces!"
There was a shift in the Pompompurin's tiny, solemn face. Its mouth, downturned and serious, slowly straightened, then curved upward in the most horrific, menacing little smile Ichimura had ever seen. There was a small golden blur, the outline of its fist clad in cursed energy coming straight towards his face and then ... darkness.
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Gojo whistled.
"Well, well. Looks like he didn't need anyone's help with this one."
They were in Ieri's room, the unhinged curse user, Ichimura, restrained appropriately on the metal table as he received treatment from her. He was still out cold, his face bloody and battered, looking distinctly worse for wear.
Yuuji grinned.
"Hell yeah. You should've seen him. That curse user didn't stand a chance."
Nobara was moving her feet across the floor rapidly as she shadow-boxed.
"Just like this. Move like a butterfly, sting like a Pompom."
The door opened and Ino and Megumi came in, Ino's grin as wide as Yuuji's. Nanami-pom was riding on Megumi's shoulder, well fed, fur washed and brushed clean of dust and debris, his tiny frame now encased in the cotton pyjamas Ijichi had procured for him. As much as the expression adorning his small snout was as serious as ever, there was a distinct air of accomplishment in the way he carried himself.
"So, what now?" Ino queried.
Gojo spun on his heel and clasped his hands behind his back.
"When he wakes up, we tell him to reverse the technique. Or else. Simple."
Gojo's easy smile belied the weight of his words. Ichimura would be waking up to a very unwelcome surprise when faced with the acknowledged strongest sorcerer in jujutsu society.
Megumi nodded. "Ijichi told me that they managed to find all the daycare employees that Ichimura transformed. They're with Ijichi right now and hopefully, this dude will undo the curse on them too."
"Great!"
Clapping his hands, Gojo turned to Nanami-pom. He began to poke his index fingers together in a gesture that wasn't exactly as cute as he thought it was.
"So, you'll be back to normal soon, Nanamin. And since, well ... you'll never be like this again ... wanna cuddle?"
Nanami-pom's expression never changed as he stared back at Gojo. The students and Ino watched with bated breath as he hopped down from Megumi's shoulder and approached his long-time senior and colleague. Was he really going to ...
Their eyes widened as Nanami-pom stopped right in front of Gojo and reached up, his tiny arms stretched out, as if asking to be carried. Gojo's mouth was hanging open slightly, but his expression rapidly morphed to one of quivering sentimentality as he dropped to one knee.
"Nanamin! Come here, I've got a big ol' shnuggle for you!"
The others watched in disbelief as Nanami-pom allowed Gojo to pick him up and press his face into the soft golden fur, sighing in happiness as he inhaled the sweet puppy smell and the lingering scent of caramel pudding from the conditioner Megumi used while brushing.
"Oooh. So soft! Amazing!"
Nanami-pom's paw came up and gently stroked Gojo's hair, earning a choked sound of ecstasy as the soft pads carded through the white strands. The paw dropped a little lower and came to rest on Gojo's nose. It was then that those watching the touching scene realised that all was not well.
Gojo's expression went through a series of changes, from confusion, to surprise, to realization and then ... a profound sense of betrayal. He gasped, inhaling and sputtering, his face suddenly turning an alarming shade of puce.
"What did you - you little - "
He grabbed, but Nanami-pom was faster, ejecting himself with enhanced speed from Gojo's off-kilter embrace and shooting across the floor to the exit. The heard the small patter of his paws in the corridor outside as he made his swift escape.
Gojo was doubled over, eyes streaming, coughing hard, beating the metal table with his fist. The others looked at each other in deep confusion, before Megumi's brow cleared and understanding dawned on his face.
"Oh. So that's why he wanted that sachet of cayenne pepper when we went to the kitchen for supper."
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courttwoknee · 10 months ago
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Tmagp Ep 5
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