#fucking love kfc

[anarzaabloodladen]

Hello friend! :>

Best kind of chicken?

KFC drumsticks for the win they just hit different

[plasterdrain]

when every discourse talking about blood runs always thicker than water, i just wanna say one thing (or more), gojo satoru always knows that he will be doomed by narrative, blood runs thicker than water, gojo satoru born to balance the world with his power. blood runs thicker than water, gojo satoru cannot escape being the stronger sorcerer from gojo clan. his blood run thicker than water because gojo satoru always being the strongest and the greatest sorcerer in jujutsu. he will always be the strongest, because blood runs thicker than water. have you realise satoru? it's run in your blood of gojo clan.

blood runs thicker than water but feel the same way when your eyes closed. its when suguru was be there with him.

[calviyv]

KFC clown x McDonald's clown

[enkvyu]

just read someone’s take on shoko and i get it now . mischaracterisation is hell on earth bc why was my blood pumping and my vision turning red

she means so much to me fuck gege for not giving us more shoko scenes

on a side note i do understand why she isn’t that prevalent in the story i feel like she was never written to be anything more than a side character and gege just honed in on her due to fanbase interest (?) esp on chapter 220. like you cannot tell me gege had big plans with her from the very start

also shoko’s tragedy is definitely unintentional. like he wanted gojo and getou to parallel the main trio and threw in another character to make it three and never thought of it again. the extent of shoko’s character is probably just gojo and getou’s friend who is doctor 👍 esp considering the cosmic trio trope so the characterisation of “i lost two best friends that day while they lost each other” is totally unintentional. i mean now at least gege can probably use it and give us shoko enjoyers what we want but still

it SUCKS bc i know she’s an afterthought

but to me she isn’t 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

[eightspringdays]

THE WORST MISTAKE OF MY LIFE WAS STARTING JUJUTSU KAISEN. I WOULD NEVER HAVE LEARNED HOW TO READ IF I KNEW THIS WAS GONNA BE THE RESULT. I WISH A 16-WHEEL TRUCK RAN OVER ME AND THEN SOMEONE THREW MY REMAINS TO RABID DOGS. AND EVEN THAT WOULD HURT LESS THAN THIS FORSAKEN MANGA. FUCK YOU GEGE AKUTAMI, I HOPE YOUR COFFEE ALWAYS TASTES LIKE ASS AND ALSO HOPE THAT ONE DAY YOU STEP ON A LEGO SO HARD THAT THE MADE-IN-CHINA GETS IMPRINTED IN YOUR DNA. FUCK OFF. FUCK YOU, FUCK YOUR EDITOR, FUCK YOUR COMPUTER, FUCK SUKUNA, FUCK PANDA, FUCK JOHN BON JOVI, FUCK INUMAKI, FUCK MARTA STUART, FUCK MEIMEI, FUCK PANDA AGAIN.

CAN'T BELIEVE THIS IS MY JUJUTSU KAISEN

[liloozy]

Oh my fuck I'm so sick of white people right now. Ouuugghh.... yeah I know that sounds racist but I don't mean Every white person to exist ever im just upset at humanity really and the big portion of that is white people. Like I hate it when I'll poke jabs at my own race (I'm black) and a white person will be like "🤓☝🏼 Erm that's racist." How. Was I talking to you? No. I see white people make jokes at them being white all the time. But the moment a black person does it it's inherently racist. And yes I know you can be racist towards someone of the same race as you but??? It's racist in and of itself to blame someone of racism against their own race before even understanding it was a joke, before even understanding your budding into a conversation that isn't even yours. And look, I know any one can act like this regardless of race but it's mainly white people who have been acting like this to me, and not just me. It's fucking annoying. You white people get your shit together PLEASE. Oh! And the annoying thing to is also majority of people saying this shit to me ARE ACTUALLY RACIST, their people literally making fun of Asians, calling them slurs and shit. It's fucking disgusting.

[nyazaii]

Just watched the anime + started jjk manga (youll never guess who is my fav(it's pathetically obvious))

[naughtynoodle056]

The constant artist dilemma of wanting to draw some of the most Heinous Horny Unspeakably Hot stuffing kink art ever with your OCs of color you love so much but being Uncomfortably Aware that racial stereotypes revolving around Very Specific Foods exist and people Suck....

[rmorde]

I think this isn't really a dream for Satoru. This feels like a "Five People You Meet in Heaven" situation. He is in a limbo and all the people who had passed but impacted his life get to interact with him during the point between life and death.

After everything that happened, I don't think Satoru could ever imagine Suguru shedding a tear for him as seen in the image above. I believe that in Satoru's perspective, after they parted ways in Memory Lane, Suguru stopped caring about him without regrets - that what is left between them is this one-sided love he has for him. Even worse is Satoru blames himself for it.

So, that makes it's impossible for this to be a dream or a figment of imagination by Satoru. He cannot fathom Suguru crying for him.

Therefore, the only explanation for the above image to happen is for the scene to be a "limbo" of some sort with Suguru's soul (or perhaps an "echo" of it) finally realizing how much he had hurt Satoru and sheds a tear out of regret and remorse.

[bluebeetle]

my new job is across the street from the mall here so it is. SO fucking hard to resist the urge to go to the food court for lunch now

[kitom-kortil]

im NEVER getting over the kfc breakup joke that is the funniest shit ever

[characteroulette]

Man I love it when a game ties its emotional anguish around my goddamn neck I love it when the character eviscerates me with their own grief turning it into my grief (lying)

[chosobaby]

just finished jjk2 ep5 😁😍🥰

[thesaintelectric]

oh god i haven't had an anxiety attack in so long this is hellish

[celestie0]

I actually kinda like the accidental pregnancy trope idk just two characters learning to coparent and then eventually falling in love is kinda cute 🥹 I’d love to see what you write for gojo I feel like he’d be scared but end being such an amazing dad

gojo x reader | accidental pregnancy trope [drabble]

little miracle. a gojo x reader story

a/n. ok anon i basically started answering this ask very minimally but i couldn't stop myself from writing and it basically became an entire story so enjoy i guess?? LOL my bad <3 warnings/tags. domestic fluff, angst, mentions of sick parent, mentions of death, pregnancy symptoms. there is happy ending!! word count. 2.2k

gojo and you are in your mid twenties but you're both just barely getting by, you're a new writer living in a tiny apartment in a big city and gojo is the cute waiter at your favorite diner who's just saving up some money because he wants to go back to school and you're both kindaaa crushing on each other, flirting w one another. the restaurant gojo works at ends up starting meal delivery option, and you order some pizza to your apartment just so that you can see him on a weekday and he's soooo super cheeky with it leaning in the doorframe entryway of your apartment with the pizza in his hand like "it says here someone ordered a hot guy in some super sexy black jeans, well he's here now" and you're like "you're such a fuckin idiot" and you abandon said pizza to fuck him on your facebook marketplace couch.

fast forward the next day n you wake up, but he's not there anymore. he left you a little note that says he's going away for a month since his mom is sick and he needs to be w her. you're confused by the note, and you wish he left his phone number because you realize you have no way of contacting him. but that's ok, he'll be back soon, right?

in the couple weeks following the night you both hooked up, you're feeling like shit in the mornings, nauseous, you realize you've missed your period but you shrug it off because it was never really normal anyways. but one morning you throw up, confused as hell, wondering if you got food poisoning. but as you swing your legs back and forth in your paper gown, sitting high up on your primary care doctor's examination room bed, they tell you that you're pregnant and you act like you've never even heard the word before.

there's no doubt gojo is the father, you haven't slept w anyone except him in months. and a baby was just...you can barely afford to pay your bills, you're already living paycheck to paycheck since your book isn't even out yet and you're just surviving w the advance from your old job. what the hell were you going to do? and you can't even tell him that you're pregnant, because he's god knows where, stranding you with no phone number to contact him and you feel so left behind and alone.

the first person he comes to see when he gets back into the city is you. he looks tired, probably from his travels, or possibly from what he saw back home w his mom laying sick in bed. but he's still so happy to see you, and he kisses you and tells you he missed you and you stop him to tell him that you need to talk. for him, there was life before you told him you were pregnant, and then there was life after. and now he was living in the after. standing still in the tiny living room of your apartment when you tell him he's the father, and the words that leave your mouth afterwards are drowned out in his head because he can only focus on that one thought at once.

father. he's going to be a father? whatever heaviness he finds in his chest from the word is replaced with adoration when he looks at you.

keeping it, was what you had told him next.

it was tough at first, because of the morning sickness and the hormones and the yelling at him for not bringing you the kfc you craved so badly a minute before he did, and then the crying that follows suit when you realize you're being mean to him. but he does everything you want, everything he knows how, because he doesn't know how to be a dad, and he figures the least he can do right now is know what to do for you. and the thought scares him, to death every day. as he's driving you to your doctor's appointments, he's praying under his breath that you and baby are ok and healthy. while he's waiting tables at work, he puts on his best smile for an extra tip because it's extra money for the baby, because she isn't even here yet and he already wants to give her everything she's ever wanted.

yes, she. a baby girl. you were having a baby girl. you cried when your ob/gyn slipped and told you the gender, because you asked for it to be kept secret, but what hurt even more was that you told gojo he didn't need to come to this appointment. just a routine little check up, not a big deal. i'll just have my friend drop me off, you said. little did you know it was the one where you would find out you two were having a little girl.

oh, gojo knows nothing about girls. would it be different from raising a boy? can he play wrestle w her when she's a little older, or would he have to be gentle with her? would he learn how to make flower crowns for her with daisies from the field just to see a smile on her tiny face? how will he ever be able to deny her anything, especially if she looks just like you?

the second trimester, you two felt like a young married couple, and for once it felt like things were bright. like you two knew what you were doing. like it wasn't a mistake, but a blessing. you wanted him, desired him, and he'd never desired anything more than he desired you. it took you a while to come around to having sex again, it felt wrong, because that was what got you two into this mess in the first place. but those feelings melted away when you two moved into his little ranch together on the outskirts of town and you knew what it felt like to be hugged by him in the mornings, his sleepy voice drawling in your ear about how much more beautiful you look with every passing day. in those moments, all the regret melts away.

it all comes crashing down in third trimester. you're angry, he's tired, you're sad, he swears he's trying his best but he just can't seem to understand what you need from him. you say you wished this never happened, he says he didn't ask for any of this, and you're sobbing on the kitchen floor with your head in your hands because it all just feels like some cruel twisted joke. like a dream you should be waking up from any second from now. he sits down on the cold tile beside you, solemn in the face. he already looks so much older than the bright eyed boy he used to be, twirling a pizza box around on his finger in the doorframe of your apartment. his cheeks have sunk in, and you realize we all die someday. his hand reaches out to hold yours, and he kisses the back of it, and he says he'll never leave. not like how he left all those months ago, with nothing but a note. no matter what it comes to, one thing he can always promise you, is that he'll never leave like that ever again.

when your baby girl was born, nothing else mattered. it's like all the turmoil you faced in the past eight months was not even worth paying a moment's care towards when you cradle her in your arms. gojo had been fighting back tears the entire time, mostly provoked by how difficult childbirth had been for you as he watched feeling helpless, but the moment he held his little girl in his arms, he couldn't fight back the tears anymore. and he cried, and he cried, and he cried. few fathers could treasure their daughters as much as gojo did, and he knows it's a promise every parent makes to their child, but he vowed he'll never let anything hurt her. never let anyone upset her. for as long as he lives, he'll keep all the cruelty away from her, and keep her safe forever. you both named her yuki, for snow drifting outside of the hospital window when she opens her eyes for the first time.

you two make the tough decision that it's best for gojo to go back to school like he originally planned while you take care of the baby at home. it's hard having him away, and it's torture for him too, since he seems to breathe and live just to make yuki giggle and smile. but it's what made fiscal sense, since you knew what it was like to grow up in a household with little money to feed or fend, and the two of you wanted more than that for your daughter.

gojo's mother succumbed to the very illness that had been haunting her since he visited her for a month over a year ago, and he cried to sleep when he realized she only got to hold her granddaughter once before she passed away. and for the first time in his life, gojo learned what it really meant to be a parent, and it was only found in losing his own. there was no time to grieve in the capacity that he wanted to, because he needed to be there for you and his little girl. a year ago, he would've been broken, beaten, and bruised, but now he bleeds only in his dreams, then buries and braves the seasons for the sake of you two. as he slips his shoes off at the front door after a long day, then walks into the dark of the house, turning the corner into your shared room, he sees you humming peacefully while rocking his daughter to sleep. and he realizes his entire world is sitting in that chair.

gojo graduates from his two year engineering program, and lands a job in the city. the same city you left to go live with him when you were pregnant. it was tough to come back to the same city you fled, because all you remember of it now is morning sickness and fear of your career and falling in love with a boy that had a boyish charming smile you knew would ruin you one day. and now he's taken you back, moving the little family you've made together into a house. a house! he bought you a house. it was a little one, with no more than two bedrooms, but there was enough room in your hearts to raise your daughter with love, and that was all she'd ever need. she can walk now, mumble words. she said dada first, and gojo never stops teasing you about it. and when she finally says mama, you felt like your whole heart would burst.

he proposes to you on the waterline of the city's park, at the top of golden hour while the wind is subtle and tame but still ruffles the fabric of your dress. waiter boy, on one knee in front of you, years of waiting tables but he cannot even bare to wait one more second to hear your answer to the most important question he'll ever ask anyone in his entire life.

and you say yes. and he promises he'll love you for the rest of his life.

the wedding is small, because you two decided not to invite all of the family that had become estranged ever since you told them that you were pregnant with a man's child who you weren't even so much as dating. his family became yours after that, with his aunts and uncles congratulating you and yuki's cousins playing with her before she was to skip down the aisle as flower girl. it was sad to see your side of the church so empty, but you could never truly feel empty in this world anymore. not with what all that you've gained in the process.

there is fear in love, and in life. there was fear in gojo's heart when he learned he was going to be a father when he barely even knew right from wrong. there was fear in learning you were going to be a mother when you knew you cannot protect your child from the same hurt that has haunted you for a lifetime. but there was joy too. joy in seeing your baby bump for the first time, joy in holding your daughter in your arms for the first time, joy in seeing a sparkling stone in a tiny box presented to you on a sunday by the boy who still made your heart skip a beat just by looking at him, and there was so much joy in marrying him too.

but you find the real joy comes in the moments that you expect nothing from at all, but they happily surprise you with the feeling nonetheless. like now, as you sit on a picnic blanket at the park and you watch your husband running across fluttering grass in the wind, chasing after your daughter whose giggles and shrieks fill the summer air. he catches her, throwing her up into the air before spinning her around in his arms, and you tuck your hair behind your ear as you watch it happen. you expected nothing from anything life had given you in the past four years, and yet it gave you all the joy in the world. where you could've expected sorrow and sadness, it gave you something beautiful instead. you never would've thought that the boy you locked eyes with through a shy flutter of your lashes underneath warm restaurant lighting, the one that winked at you with no shame despite you being surrounded by all of your friends, you never could've imagined he'd be who he is to you today. but for certain, now, you believe in it. you believe in little miracles.

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[the end]

a/n. what the flying fuck. i'm gonna go cry now lmfao.

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