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suguru isn’t made for casual. he’s a “carve your name into his flesh and seal his devotion with blood” kinda guy. an “i’m for you and you’re for me” kinda guy. an “i’ll give you everything as long as you look at me” kinda guy.
casual feels like an insult to him. dedication is all he knows.
#[𐐪— rheya talks. 𐑂]#he’s just like me fr#you tell him you wanna keep things casual and he physically does not understand what you mean#one touch and he’s yours anyway#he expects the opposite to be true#lifelong devotion and everything#this remains true even after he leaves#cult leader sugu probably gets even worse about this bc technically he has no right to ask this if you#but he can’t help it#ANYWAYS#we were talking about attachment issues in psych lmao…#getou suguru x reader#geto x reader#geto suguru
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…He does look like a baby carrot I CANR UNSEE IT NOW WHY WOULD YOU SAY THAT PART LMAO
look at my handsome little baby boy i love my handsome little baby carrot look at how politely he is sitting. there is no man that could sit like him that would be evil eddie is the epitome of good
“not all men-“ you’re right eddie would NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
also look at his cute little cheese wedge nose i just wanna squish his little cheeks and nose he’s so precious im going to
#he’s just like me fr#welcome home#eddie dear#eddie welcome home#welcome home eddie dear#welcome home eddie#tumblr shitpost#shitpost
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VIKTOR JACKET VIKTOR JACKET VIKTOR JACKET VIKTOR JACKET VIKTOR JACKET VIKTOR JACKET
#HE’S JUST LIKE ME FR#HEHEHEHEHEHEHE#kitt shut up#the umbrella academy#tua#viktorposting#viktor hargreeves
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i adore the experience of going into dead boy detectives thinking i was going to love charles but being absolutely blindsided by the gay little asshole with the sassy walk and autistic personality
#he’s just like me fr#idk if i want to be him or be with him#dead boy detectives#dead boy detective agency#dbd#edwin payne#charles rowland
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palamedes sextus was so real for writing an insane sequel to a shitty erotica book on the walls of his fucked up little river bubble prison. nothing else going on in there, just the same awful romance novel on repeat 600 times and his own little silly headcanons scrawled all over the nearest surface. outside there’s a million screaming ghosts and the only way to stay sane is to hyperanalyze the same story for eight months. that’s literally exactly what it feels like. he gets it
#he’s just like me fr#htn#tlt#palamedes sextus#sixth house#txt#rhispeak#in case you were wondering I’m in the Throes.
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playing mgs2 rn drew some raidens
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dick grayson is so important to me. he’s kind, he’s so kind, he’s the safety net of the multiverse but he’s so angry. his parents are dead. his brother died and came back all wrong and he couldn’t do anything about it. he had to play the father role to a spoiled angry homicidal ten year old and yeah he loves damian so so much now but it was so hard in the beginning, on top of trying to be there for tim. he has to watch bruce act the way he does and his friends keep dying and he’s so so angry and he’s so tired but he isn’t allowed to be angry because angry dick is scary and angry dick is wrong but he’s so angry but he has to be kind because other people need him and-
#he’s just like me fr#dick grayson#damian wayne#tim drake#jason todd#red robin#robin#red hood#nightwing#batfamily
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His little clap 🥺
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Happy (late) slow horses day to all who celebrate
#slow horses#river cartwright#river cartwrong#my boy river simply cannot win#he’s just like me fr#somebody please let him have a nap
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Shoutout to Rogue for being a D&D nerd with no improv skills. The representation we need. 🫡
#he’s just like me fr#esmer liveblogs#doctor who#dw spoilers#doctor who spoilers#whoniverse#rogue#original post
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drunk in love — s. gojo ⁺˚⋆。°✩₊
⟡ summary: you walk gojo back to his dorm after a night of drinking
⟡ pairing: satoru gojo x gn!reader
⟡ content/warnings: major fluff, underage alcohol consumption, boyfailure gojo, gojo calls reader pretty, mutual pining, drunken confessions, kiss kiss fall in love
⟡ wc: 1.4k
Satoru’s never been great at holding his alcohol.
The first time he got drunk was in secret inside of Suguru’s dorm room, late at night to ensure that there weren’t any teachers (read: Yaga) lingering in the hallway past curfew. His teacher did always seem to have some sort of divine intuition whenever it came to Satoru’s antics.
He had taken one shot and subsequently spat it all out onto the floor.
Satoru’s gotten better at handling his liquor, but he’s still very much a lightweight. That isn’t enough to deter him from refusing any shots Shoko or Suguru throw his way though, which probably isn't a great idea seeing how wasted your friends were. Which is surprising, because they tend to be a little better at handling their alcohol than Satoru. Chalk it up to wanting to celebrate for making it to the end of the school year.
It’s you who’s left to play damage control, considering how you were the only one still standing as the rest of your friends were all passed out on the cold hardwood floor of Shoko’s dorm, aside from one other person who’s currently gripping your leg, staring up at you, pleading like a kicked puppy.
Satoru was just as annoying if not more so when intoxicated. He couldn’t possibly sleep on the cold, hard, wooden floors…
…which is how you end up walking Gojo back to his dorm room. Though walking would be a very generous term, seeing how he’s using you as a human crutch, leaning most of his weight onto you as you struggle to keep the two of you balanced.
You try to usher Gojo onto his bed gently, but the boy seems to be too out of his wits to even do that properly. He unceremoniously flops onto his bed with a thud, banging his head against the wall in the process.
“Owww,” he clutches his head, pouting.
“That’s what you get,” you laugh.
“You’re mean.”
“Mean? I brought you all the way back here when I could have just let you sleep on the floor. That sounds pretty nice to me.”
His bottom lip juts out even further, much to your amusement. His sunglasses are hanging off the bridge of his nose, lopsided. You reach out to place them on his nightstand. His warm hand envelops your wrist before you can draw back, and brings your hand to cup his cheek. Maybe it’s alcohol and your decreased inhibition, or maybe its your own volition, but you can’t find it in you to pull away. You stroke your thumb against his pale, plush cheek, admiring the dimple that likes to make itself known when he smiles, just like he is right now.
Satoru runs warm. You’d think for someone with such an icy appearance and a reputation for being a cold-blooded sorcerer, his body temperature would follow suit. Maybe it’s because that frigidness is Gojo, the strongest, the honored one, and all the epithets that have burdened his shoulders from the minute he was born. But here, with you, he’s just Satoru— a boy with the brightest smile you’ve ever seen, who can’t shoot whiskey, and loves his friends endlessly.
“My head hurts,” he whines.
“Oh, you poor baby,” you faux coo, rubbing your hand against the sore spot that will definitely have a lump tomorrow. Satoru eats it up though, melting into your touch. He’s even clingier when he’s drunk, you realize. Cute, you might even add. But the thought leaves just as soon as it comes. You’re a lot less sober than you thought you were.
Gojo’s voice pulls you out of your drunken daze. “Can you kiss it better f’me?”
“What?”
“Can you kiss…kiss me instead? So it doesn’t hurt anymore?” He slurs.
“Satoru, you’re too drunk.”
“‘m not!” Whatever defense he has for himself fails as a hiccup escapes past his lips. For a second, you think he might fall asleep like this, leaning into you. But then his eyes snap back open with a determined glint.
“Wan’…wanna kiss youuu,” he closes his eyes and puckers his lips, waiting for you to close the gap.
“Satoru…”
Where do you even start? You thought you’d be okay ignoring the budding feeling in your chest that consumes you most days you’re with the white-haired sorcerer. Deflection is the only way you know how to avoid acknowledging whatever this was. And it’s been working, sort of. “You can’t kiss someone you don’t like.”
He pouts even harder at that. “I like someone! I like you,” he says adamantly. “Like, like-like you.”
“Like-like? What are we, in kindergarten?”
You try your best to redirect the conversation, you don’t think you’re ready to face the implications of the fact that one of your best friends has feelings for you. Mutual feelings, you might add— the same feelings that have been eating away at you for months now, and the same feelings you’ve elected to ignore.
He pouts for the umpteenth time tonight before he lets out a huff, falling back onto the mattress. He props himself up on a pillow, peering at you curiously. It’s almost like you can see the gears turn in his head when he smiles deviously, both of his freakishly long arms reaching out to wrap around your waist and bring you flush against him.
You can feel the hot puffs of his breath, and you will yourself to look at him. Satoru’s eyes have always been so easy to get lost in.
He breathes out your name, sickeningly sweet. “I really do like you. You’re so pretty and strong and smart— it drives me a little crazy.” Your head is spinning, and the innate urge to run like you’ve been doing all this time sparks through you, but the grip that Satoru has on you is too strong. “Want you to like me back, I’ll do anything,” he says honestly.
Gojo’s good at the chase, and you’re something he’s in for the long run. You can run and run until there’s nowhere else to go, until your legs refuse to carry you a step further. He’ll always be there to catch you.
His hand traces delicate patterns along the side of your neck, still a bit too far gone to notice how your breath hitches. “I’ll buy you whatever you want, I’ll get you a big house and we can live together forever. I’ll take care of you, do whatever you want. I’ll be so good to you. For you.”
You’re stunned into silence. Your heart is threatening to leap out of your chest. It melts when you look at Satoru, who’s looking at you with all the hope in the world. The moonlight seeping through the blinds of his window casts the most intricate waves of light, illuminating Satoru’s features perfectly.
Satoru thinks he’s holding the world in his arms right now. He’s preparing himself for rejection, but it’s alright, he thinks— because he’s good at everything he tries and he’s willing to try and try again and again for you, just for the chance to be yours.
“Tell me that again in the morning when you’re sober,” you whisper, as if you’re afraid someone else could hear you within the confines of Satoru’s room. Like the weight of your words were a secret you couldn’t bear to let anyone else in on, except for one person— your one and only.
You take a leap of faith. You plant your hands on his chest to steady yourself, placing a chaste kiss on Satoru’s forehead— a symbol of assurance of your love for him— something that’s been a part of you from the very moment you met him.
Satoru’s heart squeezes in anticipation. He hugs you even tighter, laughing at the yelp of surprise you let out. He has never felt as more of a winner than he does right now. “I’ll tell you everything sober or drunk,” he promises, unable to contain his giddiness as you (finally!) let him pepper kisses all over your face.
“Everything, as long as it’s with you.”
a/n: gojo can not handle hard liquor so he’s drunk off of some (shots of) smirnoff ice 😎
#can’t drink hard liquor ✅ only drinks sweet things ✅ messy drunk ✅#he’s just like me fr#kat's writing#jjk x reader#jjk x you#jjk fluff#gojo x reader#gojo x you#gojo x y/n#satoru gojo x reader#satoru gojo x you#satoru gojo x y/n#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru x you#satoru gojo fluff#gojo satoru fluff
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Crosshair: Thanks, Dad.
Hunter: …
Tech: …
Wrecker: …
Echo: …
Crosshair: Why is everyone staring at me?
Hunter: You just called Echo dad; you said thanks, dad.
Crosshair: What? No, I didn't. I said thanks, man.
Echo: Do you see me as a father figure, Cross?
Crosshair: No, if anything, I see you as a bother figure, 'cause you're always bothering me.
Wrecker: Hey! You show your father some respect!
#you can’t tell me this didn’t happen at least once#Crosshair saw echo and immediately imprinted on him like a duckling#by god I will make that a tag#Crosshair was like I am being adopted by you please do not resist#if echo had told Crosshair he wasn’t mad just disappointed Crosshair would have immediately defected from the empire I said what I said#echo tells Crosshair he’s proud of him and Crosshair immediately starts crying#he’s just like me fr#star wars tbb#star wars the bad batch#the bad batch#tbb crosshair#incorrect bad batch quotes#arc trooper echo#tbb echo#tbb hunter#tbb incorrect quotes#tbb tech#tbb wrecker
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the way this clip has me crying has to be studied dawg house was so mad that Chase tried to steal a pancake 😭😭😭
#house#house Md#greg house#gregory house#robert chase#doctor chase#malpractice md#hate crimes md#this show kills me#the way he GLARED#THE RAGE IN HIS EYES#him being overprotective over pancakes#He’s just like me fr
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The thing about Jimmy Solidarity is that he is an extrovert but if there are 5+ people in any given interaction and he gets overwhelmed + if nobody is looking at him directly, he will literally turn around and just Leave
#king#he’s just like me fr#catrina speaks#he’ll do it a lot on streams#too many people talking at once? he shuffles back and then boom#to the mines he goes#jimmy solidarity#solidaritygaming
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