#JUJU MY BELOVED

[deztryx]

KABOOOOMM JUJU

NEW BRAWL TALK GOT ME TWEAKIN OVER THE NEW SKINS AND BRAWLERS, MY GIRL MAISIE GOT A NEW SKIN FINALLY AND HOLY SHIT BALLS ITS A JOJO REF, AMD SOUTH PARK?? WAS NOT EXPECTING THAT ESPECIALLY FROM BRAWL STARS

Anywayyyzzz :3

[marciaillust]

I got to paint the loading screen for the new season :)

[their80smichelle]

🩷🫶🏼Happy Birthday to the one and only Izzy Stradlin 🫶🏼🩷 April 8th

Biggest celebrity crush ever.

Not only a celebrity crush tough, he's a big inspiration, a way of life, an exemple, look at how quiet and humble he was and still is (a lil too quiet nowadays to be honest). Izzy we love you and miss you 😮‍💨🫶🏼🩷

@juliannas-wild-oats for the first and second gif !!

[heymacy]

#i think about the van scene every single day

╰┈➤ for @heymrspatel

[k1utzymitry]

rises the moon ₊˚⊹☆

chpt. 3: but after sunlit days

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series masterlist

choso x roommate!reader

the awkwardness between you and your roommate is too much to bear.. someone has to break the silence one way or another

wc: 1.3k

cw: language, suggestive MDNI

the kiss the two of your shared felt magical. you’ve kissed many people before but none felt like that. it felt like something inside you bursted as soon as your lips touched.

but now you feel like a balloon that currently being deflated, as you sink into the seat of the passesnger seat of his car. the car ride back to the dormitory was quiet. the silence was loud. you wish he would turn on some music to tune out the sound of your heart beating out of your chest to the point where he could hear it. you truly didn’t know what to do. what was he thinking right now? he’s so hard to read. was he thinking the same things as you? did he think you were weird? why did he even kiss you in the first place? does he have a crush on you? all these questions ran through your mind at a thousand miles per hour. eventually someone is going to have to say something right?

you were wrong. the entire 45 minute drive was spent with you silently staring out the window waiting on choso to explain himself. he pulled into a parking spot at the dormitory and parked. it was weird because neither of you moved. you would do anything to get rid of this awkwardness but you didn’t move from the seat in the car. you wait patiently and quietly for choso to make the first move. time passes slowly as each second feel like ten. your body is telling you to just leave the car, and go up to the dorm but you can’t bring yourself to. it was just a kiss. you start to think all of this is stupid. you can tell he’s waiting on you to say something as well. it seems like he’s gone back to the shy and timid guy you first met. you don’t know why you’re not saying anything if you literally kissed him back with just as much passion. now you’ve decided to stop being so avoidant speak.

“choso…” your voice was quiet. not as silent as a whisper but something close to that.

“i’m sorry.. i should’ve a-“

“why are you apologizing if i literally kissed you back. don’t be dumb cho..” you interrupted him. so that’s why he didn’t say anything.. he was just nervous. what if that was his first kiss? you think to yourself. you wouldn’t want to shatter the little bit of pride the boy does have by asking so you keep the thought to yourself.

“does that mean i can do it again?” he looks at you to find you already see you focusing on him.

“i guess it does doesn’t it?” you smile at him with a tilt of your head. he then reaches out towards you and pulls you in. once again the kiss explodes with passion as your lips collide. it slow and sensual. 3 seconds go by before you both pull away for a quick breath then you're bringing each other back in for an even more fierce kiss. each kiss just left you wanting more and craving more of his touch. you’ve had your fair share of partners and lovers in the past but none of them kissed you as gently as he did. none of them made you feel this way after a simple kiss. you start to take more control over the kiss as you prod your tongue against his lips he opens his mouth subconsciously. you took it as an opportunity to dive into his mouth with your tongue. you could feel choso slowly melting into the kiss.

the kiss was filled with so much passion it turned into you two making out! after every second passes both of your actions are growing with need and lust. you felt too far from him leaning over the center console to reach him. so to fix that you pulled away and just climbed over it and sat down right in his lap without any warning. you feel his body jolt under you as you take your seat on top of him. nervousness racked through his body as he started to imagine where this was going to lead by the end of the night. continuing off where you left off; you attached your lips right back onto his once again. wet, sloppy kisses were shared between the two of you that grew furiously! your hands start to travel down his chest then down his stomach where you can feel his toned muscles through his shirt. you’ve seen him multiple times without a shirt on but you’ve never got to feel. truth be told, he looked like he was sculpted from the greek gods and goddesses. your hands reach the hem of his shirt before they slowly go under his shirt and feel his body with your cold hands. the contact made him shiver. his hands find comfort on your waist as he subconsciously pulls you closer. your lips never separated for a moment as your tongues fought for dominance. ultimately you won in the end, this made you notice how sloppy and uncalculated his moves were.. was he a virgin? you pulled your lips away from his and you look down at him to see him with bruised lips, he was panting, practically sweating, and his eyes filled with desire and lust. he definitely was a virgin, you decided it would be fun to tease him then!

“choso, have you ever done this before?” you ask innocently with a tilt of your head.

“n-no..” his voice trails off as he looks away from you in embarrassment.

“hey there’s nothing to be embarrassed about we all were at some point. if it’s okay with you, i wanna teach you a couple of things?” you knew what you really meant and so did he. his face burned at your offer, but who is he to deny you! he nodded his head giving you green light to take his virginity. at least that’s what you hope he meant. you’d love to be choso’s first time.

you begin to kiss down his neck, and grind down on his lap. your hands moved from his to torso to where his hands where placed on your waist and moved them on your ass. your hands them moved up his shirt again and to his nipples twisting and pinching nipples with your fingers. he left out quiet whimpers and you could feel him growing under you, and he sure was growing fast. his hands started gripping and grabbing at your ass like he couldn’t get enough of you! as this continued you could feel yourself getting wet, and getting more aggressive with your movements. he then started to thrust his hips upward into your clit.

“mmh cho-“ you’re cut off by a whine leaving your lips as he bucks his hips up harder into you trying to create some kind of friction between the two of you. you then pull away from his neck, pull your hands from underneath his shirt, and stop your movements. he catches onto your queue and stops his as well. you look down at him, the both of you panting, and he’s all red.

“i think we should continue this inside.. wouldn’t want your first time to be in a car.” you then open the door to the driver's side before stepping off his lap and out of the car, careful not to lose your balance. he turns off the car and follows you out the car and trails behind you to the dormitory. the ride up the elevator was painfully long since there were some other people in there. not like you would do anything anyways with the camera in the corner pointing directly at you. once you final reached your designated floor you grabbed choso’s hand and pushed past some of the people in the elevator before rushing to your dorm room.

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a/n

finished this alot faster than i initially expected. chapter 4 has already been started so i can’t promise that it’ll be soon but it won’t be forever until you guys can get some juicy smut.. i hope you guys can’t tell what part i was blasted out of my mind writing.. i also didn’t proof read 😓😓 love you guys

[eroticlamb]

kerrang! issue no. 421, released december 5, 1992 ♡

( featuring izzy stradlin on the front cover and jon bon jovi on the back )

[hermitw]

I cannot fkn decide whether to make rice or bread rn so instead I'm. thinking about that juju stroll and the appearances of rice / bread in jjk (the personality question, from what I've read, interprets rice as being more healthy, traditional, while bread is more free-spirited. it's kind of like asking about star signs or blood types).

Yuuji makes rice for Gojo (and Fushiguro, who makes it for the rest of the students). they're just doing what they've been told, filling the roles of a sorcerer.

Gojo is always eating sweet bread, Geto got crepes with his daughters, and they're both striving for a change in jujutsu society, for young people to be able to defend themselves.

in Choso's false memory with his brothers, they are sharing bread - no rice on the table. their existence is certainly unconventional, ik ive rambled about that scene more but, ughhhhh

[cartoonsforlife]

He is everything to me and I can't wait for his return!! 🥺💕💖

[frozenfirnaments]

I csnt fucking reblog this for some reason but 😭😭

Looking through Stollen's lines in the lobby and it got me thinking

Girl how rich are y 😭

[foxieskull]

this should be illegal why does she look so good

[ryoun]

just finished rewatching brewing love, and you think i’m over the hairtie on yoon minju’s wrist??? NOOooo! ☺️

[jameswilsonsupremacy]

Hi Lucas! Can I pls ask for Gold and Gray? Also can I participate in the ask game, too? Like, on my blog?

-juju🦦 @sarcasstic-jpmvr

OMG HI JUJU ILYSM /p🫶🫶🫶 of course you can participate in your own blog!!! I’ll be sure to send in some asks :)

Grey - is your bedroom themed?

Mine is not!! I’ve always been super envious of anyone who has a themed bedroom, they’re all so pretty!! The closest I have to a theme is that I have numerous musical posters on my walls—specifically Team StarKid and Tin Can Brothers! I also hang up my friends’ artwork :)

Gold - for any new followers, who are you?

A question I ask myself every day lol!! But in all seriousness, on Tumblr, I am just a silly little fandom blog! Primarily House MD, but I dabble in others as well—it’s just focused on one media because I am suuuper hyperfixated haha.

Identity label-wise, I’m a non-binary (they/them in English, elle/elles en español, & iel/iels en français!) latine/latinx student in the USA (timezone: EST). I am going for a BA in Writing, and am a part of my university’s honors college!

My dream job is a journalist covering the real-life stories of queer individuals (especially trans folks) in Middle Eastern and African countries, while also calling out western society & their hypocritical standings of shaming/critiquing other countries for how they treat their 2SLGBTQIA+ citizens when… the government (in the USA) is not doing much to protect their own queer citizens lol… I expect that this work will inevitably be something I cannot make a living off of, since western media tends to blatantly Not Care about anything that will contrast with their values, so I’ll probably work in a coffee shop for the rest of my life and live with a bunch of roommates!

I am also super pro-mental health care, and a real-life example that there is always a better tomorrow. I have multiple diagnoses that sometimes come up in my headcanons of characters because protection is a loved coping skill <3 I’ve been in recovery/healing for about 10-11 months now, and grateful for my opportunity to find love in the form of sunny days and comforting drinks. I still have dark days, and hopelessness still crawls in sometimes—that doesn’t mean my story is over yet. Yours isn’t either. Please stay safe and value your mental health <3

At the end of the day, I’m just a silly, overthinking black coffee lover who writes poetry in their free time and projects onto fictional characters! I’m really bad at answering messages right away simply because life is busy, but I always love making new friends!! Please feel free to reach out!!

[bobfloydsbabe]

Juju is sniffing your mouth to see what you ate last and Chase is giving you big wet kisses hoping you feel better ❤️

MY DOG CHILDREN.

They're literally so big and goofy. I love them!!

Thank you for sharing them with me, Sylv. I hope they know they have an auntie across the pond who loves them very much!

[rnm-magic-space-xsd]

“Whenever you’re breaking

My dear

I’m here

I’m right here

It’s okay to cry

Light of my sky,

I’ll hold you close

Till our hearts are one

Because it’s you that I chose

Forever and ever

My love,

We’ll be together

No matter how far life keeps us apart,

You’ll be in my heart

in my heart”

[oerismine]

Your characters have to work together on a heist, who does what and how does it go?

Lets choose five for ease, since I have so many I *could* include

KhiKhi, Unknown, E (my destiny character), Penny, and Feldy (for funsies)

KhiKhi is the planner and leader. For obvious reasons :D She's probably the one doing the most, simply having the others around helps iron out a few issues

Unknown is not well-versed in people, but as a kenku and a wizard? Very good at fucking people around and being super distracting. Flying, invisibility, voice mimicry of random animals or whoever may have set voiceprint scanners

E, being a person of Space Magic (destiny warlocks are fun and wild, worth reading into destiny's magic system), she also has a Ghost (little ai buddies who can hack stuff real good and heal their Guardians. She's probably security/murder, with Good Juju (her ghost) hacking stuff if needs be

Penny Pendwynne is an artificer, and a member of the mob. She's the type to make the tools and make sure everyone has the magic gadgets they need. She also invented tommy guns in my setting, so... Killing and violence 💜

Feldy? Why is Feldy there? Good question, I needed a fifth for a nice round number. Dead or alive he is specifically not helpful. He's just there for the vibes, and to watch them do stuff

[bueckersleftbraid]

Secret Smiles (Part 1)

paige bueckers x femme!oc

synopsis : In which, Mari and Paige find each other exactly when they need to most. With the odd coincidence of their schedules working together perfectly, Paige fits right into Mari's life. She loves Mari's daughter and can't help but gain feelings for Mari. But is Paige ready to hold such a huge responsibility?

word count : 2.5k (starting off shorter)

authors note : Hi!!! I know it's been over a week since I said I would post this but... here it is! This is my first time writing like this and also my first time posting on here, so I hope you like it. Pls pls pls leave live reacts I will love you forever and ever!!

Chapter 1 : Draft Night

April 2025 - Mari’s POV

The atmosphere of the Brooklyn Academy of Music was magical. It was only the second year in which fans were allowed to come to the draft, and wow, did that make a difference in the energy in the building. There was chatter left and right, everyone eagerly waiting for this year's stacked draft class. And I was right there beside them. I was ecstatic for this year's draft, after Dallas had such a successful off-season with free agency, we were just picking up more power at the draft. Paige Bueckers. Arguably the most beloved college basketball player in the country, who was coming to Dallas as the number 1 pick. The whole team was psyched. 

Paige was a powerhouse player at Uconn, transforming the game every time she stepped on the court. From jumpers, to insane assists, to blocks, to three-pointers, Paige had it all. During her freshman season at UConn, she won all the national player of the year awards she was eligible for—AP Player of the Year, Naismith College Player of the Year, USBWA Women's National Player of the Year and the John R. Wooden Award—becoming the first freshman to receive any of the awards. She was already a basketball legend and hadn’t even stepped foot on a professional court.

I sat three rows back, on the left side of the theater, alongside some stars. Dawn Stayler, head coach of the South Carolina Gamecocks, was two seats to my right, and a few of the UConn players sat to my left, including Morgan Cheli, Sarah Strong, and KK Arnold. I think I saw Ice Brady and Caroline Ducharme sitting behind me, but I resisted being nosy and turning around to see if it was them. I had always been a huge college basketball fan, so my career working in the WNBA was a dream come true. Being one of the social media managers for the Dallas Wings had brought so many opportunities my way, but going to the draft was probably one of my favorites. I got to meet all of the top college players, and talk to them on a friendly level. 

My phone buzzed with a text from one of my closest friends, Rori Harmon. She had been with me through it all at Texas, my beloved alma-mater. Through all of the drama and through the worst break up of my life. Her, Madi, aka Madison Booker, and Mads, aka Madison Skinner, had been my closest friends at Texas, and we still kept in touch.

Ror just saw you on tv, you look gorg !!

Mar mar awww thx ror ily 

Ror good luck tonight, sending you my good juju (watkins lol)

Mar mar tysm i need it lol, call later

Ror liked a message

I slid my phone back into my purse and let my focus set back to the event. From my seat, I could clearly see the floor where they had tables set up for each player and their families. At one of the tables near the front, Paige sat with who I assumed were her parents and her brother, Drew. Her mom and dad looked proud, their eyes scanning the room with eager excitement, while Drew bounced his knee anxiously under the table. I had spotted her other siblings in the crowd, but the table only had room for 4. Unlike her family, who radiated excitement, Paige sat stiffly, her fingers moving rapidly across the screen of her phone. Her shoulders were tense, her brows drawn together in deep concentration as she texted someone—who, I could only guess. A friend? A teammate? Maybe even a coach? Whoever it was, they had her full attention, keeping her locked in a private moment while the rest of the room buzzed with electric energy. For some reason, I wanted to know. I was intrigued by her, and soon enough I would get to know her. I mean, she was coming to Dallas after all.

________

Later that night, at the afterparty…

I had been searching for Paige everywhere. I had made it my priority to introduce myself, as a social media manager for the Wings, but also as a friend. As someone who could be a familiar face once she lands in Dallas, so she didn't feel alone. Finally, I spotted her, in the corner, sipping on a red drink and scrolling mindlessly through her phone. She looked good, Really good. She wore a Louis Vuitton suit, it was a beautiful color, one I wasn't exactly able to pinpoint. It was between a navy and a dark ocean blue. It fit her perfectly, physically, but also her energy. The outfit screamed Paige. With the accessories of silver earrings stacked along both ears, silver rings, and a small silver cross chain hanging from her neck, to her hair, which was down in long waves and had a few small braids scattered throughout, down to the Nike dunks which perfectly matched the color of the suit. I approached her, my yellow silk dress flowing as I walked, but it was no match for her ensemble. I was giving a basic How to Lose A Guy in 10 Days look, while she was… well majestic.

“Paige?” I questioned, in a soft voice, not meaning to startle her. She looked up, meeting my eyes with a small, but definitely fake smile. “Hi, Im Mari, Mari Sanchez. I just wanted to introduce myself. I'm the social media manager at Dallas. Oh- and congrats.” I said with a friendly smile.

“Nice to meet you.” She said, her smile turning more genuine, before her eyes dropped to my purse. My phone was ringing so I pulled it out.

“Sorry, but I have to take this,” I said to Paige before answering, “Hi Nai is everything- oh baby what's wrong? Baby I can’t come home, Mommy’s in New York,” Paige looked at me with curiosity in her eyes as my face was laced with worry. “No baby, Mommy will be home tomorrow okay? Let Auntie NaiNai and Auntie Lyssie tuck you in sweetie. Mommy loves you, kisses, okay- okay- goodnight baby.” I exhaled, slipping my phone back into my purse.

“Everything okay?” Paige asked. She seemed interested in the situation that was happening over the phone. 

“Yeah, sorry about that. My daughter is.. Well she's a handful and Dijonai and Nalyssa are babysitting her tonight while I’m here. She apparently persuaded Dijonai into letting her call me.” I said, shaking my head with a soft laugh. 

“You… you have a daughter? You seem young?” Paige asked. I know she didn’t mean anything by it, but people had always underestimated how good of a mom I could be just because of my age. My daughter, Laila, was the light of my life, and even though having a daughter so young was a struggle at first, I’d grown into an amazing mother, at least in my opinion.

“Yeah, I had her when I was 19, she’s almost 4.” I said with a smile. I loved talking about Laila, it always brought a smile to my face. “You’ll be seeing a lot of her in Dallas, she loves watching practice.” I spoke with a soft laugh.

“Well that’s sweet, I can’t wait to meet her. What’s her name?” 

“Laila. And I’m sure she’ll love you.” I said with a smile, now beaming on my face.

“What about you?” Paige asked. What did she mean? What about me? I looked at her with a bit of confusion before she spoke again. “Will I see a lot of you too?” Oh. Did she want to see a lot of me? Why was she asking that? Real question is, why is Paige Bueckers making me nervous about a simple question?

“Well um.. Yeah. I usually hang around during practice and I’m always at games, team events and stuff like that. Why?” I wasn’t exactly sure the direction this conversation was going so I played the friendly, more professional route.

“No reason,” she paused for a second, her expression unreadable, “I just like your vibe. I think we'll be friends.” Her soft, genuine smile turned into something resembling more of a smirk. Was she really smirking at me? I almost laughed at myself for believing that because as soon as the smirk appeared, it was gone, and back to a soft smile as she took a sip of her drink. 

“What are you drinking?” I asked, looking at the red drink. I was assuming some extravagant cocktail but no, I was completely wrong. 

“A Shirley Temple.” She said nonchalantly.

“A Shirley Temple?” I questioned

“A Shirley Temple.” She confirmed with a soft chuckle before taking another sip of the red drink.

“Well your full of surprises aren't you Ms. Bueckers?” I said with a smile.

“And so are you, Ms. Sanchez.” She said, that smirk flashing across her face again.

Paige and I kept up the friendly chatter for the next hour or so, her asking lots of questions about me, and a few about Laila of course. We talked about Dallas, about how she’s excited for this new chapter. We even talked about so depper stuff, how she’s going to miss Uconn, her friends, her coaches, just her life in Storrs. I sympathized with her, telling her about how leaving Austin was difficult for Laila and I, but we love Dallas. I ended up ordering a few drinks, and the bartender gave me the bill. As I reached for it, I felt Paige’s hand on top of mine.

“I got it.” She said.

“What- no. It's your special night. I’m not letting you pay for my drinks.” I protested. I always felt bad to let people pay for me. Plus- Paige had just been drafted the number one pick in the WNBA, she didn't need to be paying for other peoples drinks.

“Please,” she insisted, “I owe you at least this. Without you, I probably would have been sitting in the corner scrolling through my phone all night.” I sighed, slipping my hand out from under hers.

“Thank you. I’ll buy you drinks sometime in Dallas. Promise.” I said, with a genuine smile. I did actually want to hang out with Paige. She was nice, and for some reason felt like someone I could open up to. Nothing like I expected.

“So you're saying there’s going to be a next time?” She said. And there it was. That smirk. She knew exactly what she was doing.

“It’s a possibility.” I shrugged. As I stood up, I wobbled a little on my feet, the few drinks plus heels were definitely not an ideal situation. But, suddenly I felt a warm hand on my side, balancing me.

“You good?” Paige spoke, her hand grounding me.

“Yeha, yeah I’ll be fine,” I said, waving her off, “I’ll just order an Uber or something.” She immediately shook her head, standing up beside me, her hand still holding onto my waist. 

“Nah, let me just take you back. It’s late, your in a city you don’t know, and Uber’s are sketchy anyway.” her hand slid to the small of my back.

“You really don't have to-”

“I know I don’t have to. I want to.” She interrupted, pressing her hand a little more into my back as she started to lead me towards the exit, “Where are you staying?”

“The Hilton, on 5th.” I spoke as we neared the exit. It had gotten pretty late and any stragglers were just randoms, no one giving a second thought to the way Paige was leading me out of the door.

“Perfect, same as me. See? It's not even out of my way.” She spoke as she led me out the back entrance and towards a large black SUV. She opened the back door and began speaking to the driver, “Hey Martin, we'll be taking this lovely lady back with us. She’s staying at the same hotel.”

“Of course, Ms. Bueckers.” The older man in the front seat spoke, not even turning his head.

“Please Martin, it's Paige.” She spoke with a soft chuckle as she shut the door behind us. It was freezing in the car, Martin must have been sitting in the car without any heat on. Even though it was April, it was somehow still cold in New York, well at least compared to Texas. Paige looked at me and noticed my arms wrapped around myself. “Here.” She slid off her suit jacket and handed it to me. I gave her a soft smile, draping her jacket over my shoulder and sliding my arms into it. It smelt really good. I had seen her video with GQ earlier this year where she said she wore this one Valentino cologne, but somehow she made it smell better. The cologne was spicy and woody, but layered with Paige’s neutral smell, it was warm and safe. Why was this affecting me so much? God Mari. 

My phone buzzed as Martin pulled out of the parking spot. 

“Hey Nai, how was she?” I answered the phone, a small smile tugging at my lips, “That's good. Okay… yeah, okay. Talk later Nai, love you.” I hung up the phone and gave Paige a small smile.

“So.. um.. I have a couple of questions.” Paige spoke up. She seemed almost nervous behind her confident persona. 

“Sure, what’s up?” I asked, turning my body a little to face her.

“First, you said you had Laila when you were 19 and she's 4… so that would make you 23?” Paige questioned.

“Yeah, good math Bueckers.” I said, giving her a small playful smirk.

“Ok. And are you single?” She asked the question like it was normal. Like it didn’t make me wonder why the hell she was asking it in the first place.

“Um.. yeah. Yeah I am.” I said, trying to hide the effect the question had on me.

“Okay.” She stated nonchalantly, turning back to face forward. I stared at her in shock.

“Okay? You can’t just ask that and then just act like… like that.” I stated, my voice laced with confusion and a bit of frustration. Paige let out a small chuckle before turning back to face me.

“Well I guess I just wondered if you taking me out for drinks was going to be as friends. But I’ve gotten my answer.” She spoke, the smirk that had now become almost a given when she spoke, spread across her face.

“And what is that?” I asked, crossing my arms over my chest.

“Well. You’ve been sort of eyeing me all night. You talked to me for over an hour. And you invited me to go out for drinks with you. So, I have concluded that you want it to be a date. And that’s fine by me.” She spoke with the utmost confidence, like there was absolutely no way she could be wrong. 

“No- I- I have a daughter, And I don’t date.” I protested, turning to face the window. Paige just chuckled.

“Whatever you say Mar.” Mar? Did she seriously just call me Mar? No one called me that. But why did I sort of like it? Why did it make me feel something in the pit of my stomach? Why was a small smile creeping onto my face as I stared out the window of the car?

God. What are you doing to me Paige Bueckers?