#i hate myself bye

[apricusapollo]

that one scene in glimore girls but it's anakin and luke.

anakin: he's just a man, luke.

luke: no, he's not.

anakin: so what are you telling me? that getting expelled from the jedi order was all worth it because the Mand'alor was the love of your life and this was the man for you?

luke: I don't know. he might’ve been.

[auliisflower]

vent

just kill me atp my moms begging for a different child to replace well then who said i wanted to be your daughter anyways, i didn’t even do anything even when im washing dishes shes yelling things at me, stuff like im worthless and how if she left i’d just die bcs i dont know how to do anything right

[emmetton]

Malachi 2:5

"My covenant with him was one of life and peace, and I gave them to him. It was a covenant of fear, and he feared me. He stood in awe of my name."

[softgothbabe]

My bestie had her bachelorette party at a club 💅🏻💜

[twistedappletree]

[darkclouud9]

I found this while fact checking myself and I don't remember him going back but it's got me giggling what a LOSER

what if he'd been captured....... he escapes capture from the Akatsuki like its nothing and one of those times he was put in a coma so that speaks levels of his skill 😎

imagining him like

in a immediate "I didn't do it" kind of way

yk, I unfortunately think about this a lot but like.

Tsunade sending two of the closest people in her life to Ame.

one came back.

one did not.

and she sent Kakashi first. she sent him alone to Ame, but for a much more innocent task: to ask "Hanzo" (Pein, bc Hanzo is long dead by this point) about sending genin to the chunin exams.

but like............ blink blunk what if......... because Kakashi came back safely she thought by sending Jiraiya and betting "incorrectly" that Jiraiya would have also come back safely........ because ough I hate myself. get jinxed.

^ but then I always talk myself out of the two Ame visits being connected. Kakashi went... like two-ish years before Jiraiya died. one year? three? I don't know.

[shortcakelils]

felt a bit sad so I made them miserable

[willowser]

satoru avoids you.

it's easy to tell with him, when most mornings have you wrapped sweetly up in the expanse of his warmth; face tucked into your neck, a hand half up your shirt, lanky leg tangled between yours. but the bed is empty, and you let the silence live, for now. sometimes he needs it.

faintly, you can hear him tinkering in the kitchen, though satoru hardly does anything quietly. how gently he's setting his utensils and plate in the sink is with purpose, like he's trying to keep you asleep for just a moment longer. it's unusual, is all: him not wanting for your attention every chance he can get it.

you stretch out into the space his long limbs are no longer hoarding, sighing a little breathlessly, as if you need to be quiet, too—and when you run a hand across your sleepy face, something scratches you. something sitting on your finger that most certainly was not there the night before.

it's rather simple, in the best way; almost inconspicuous, if it weren't adorned on your hand, right in front of your face. you don't doubt it still cost him an arm and a leg, but—there are no frills, no in-character, extravagant designs, no fluff.

there is only a single band and a small diamond, one that is almost a gentle blue in the light of the morning.

you're sitting there, staring at it blankly when satoru finally returns, though he still doesn't look at you.

"well, well, well," the grin in his voice is obvious, and you feel a distant relief that his tone is teasing, that his spirits are up. and then you feel a belated annoyance that he's daring to say anything about you being in bed. "look who's finally up."

it's still a bit early, you want to remind him, but he's already at his closet with an urgency in his step, picking out a set of clothes that give the impression he's not going to be crawling back into bed with you.

he continues, like he knows what you're thinking. "the one time itadori is early..." and he trails off with a shake of his head, running a hand through his hair as if he doesn't know to wear the same thing he does every time he trains with the students.

and you see it there on him, too.

almost blending in with his hair, a little, white silicone band that's hugging the base of his long finger, almost like the two of you have already up and done the ceremony and said your vows and til' death do you part, amen.

you finally say something when he tugs his shirt over his head in a hurry.

"do you really think this is a good idea?"

the dust has settled, but he is still gojo satoru.

it's taken a long time just for you to get here with him, enjoying a lazy morning in his home, seeing his hair still sleep-mussed, granted the quiet, intimate view of him pulling on his pants. he kept you an arm's length away for almost too long, for a numerous amount of reasons he's never listed for you, and you've never held it against him because you know why he worries. why he has to.

your question is genuine, though he is anything but.

he turns to look at you, all smiles. "have a little faith in me, peach, i practically taught him everything he knows! i can handle the kid."

you pull your knees up to your chest to hug, frowning. "i'm being serious."

satoru's expression softens, but only just. he flaps a hand at you as if to wave off your worry, before turning back around to pluck his shirt out. "have i ever been wrong about anything?"

you watch the marble of his back as he pushes his hair out of his face, blindfold at the ready, before slipping out of bed. he's still bare, and you press your cheek into his spine, wrapping your arms around his little waist. the affection makes him tense; you half-expected him to shut you out.

"satoru," you murmur into his skin, and when you peek around his shoulder to meet his reflection in the mirror, all you're allowed is dark fabric.

—but then he tugs one side up and levels you with his bright stare. "i do," he says, and the irony of his words has you flushing a bit. "i do think it's a good idea."

you can feel his heartbeat through his back, heavy and human, and you wait until his stomach flexes with all his nerves before biting him on the back of the arm. he lets you.

"okay," you press a smile into him, warm, until it spreads to his own face. "i do, too."

[xxplastic-cubexx]

chat he follows where you look ........

bonus erik's lil smile with his Magnetic Steps emote ....

[pyunyrage]

anger is easier to process than sadness so thanks, I guess

[theangrypomeranian]

the worst part about working with animals is that you will outlive most of your clients 💔

[girljeremystrong]

THE ART OF FIELDING by Chad Harbach

"It didn’t matter how beautifully you performed sometimes, what you did on your best day, how many spectacular plays you made. You weren’t a painter or a writer—you didn’t work in private and discard your mistakes, and it wasn’t just your masterpieces that counted. What mattered, as for any machine, was repeatability. Moments of inspiration were nothing compared to elimination of error. Can you perform on demand, like a car, a furnace, a gun? Can you make that throw one hundred times out of a hundred? If it can’t be a hundred, it had better be ninety-nine."

[syn4k]

area man somehow stumbles into the mianite fandom, does a triple front flip, accidentally introduces 2,000 people to the series, sticks the landing, and is basically singlehandedly responsible for a miniature fandom revival in the year of our lord 2024, illustrated

[pretty-when-i-girlblog]

[real-odark]

oceans doodles cause i am trying to break the motivation bump

[me0wnz73r]

I fucking hate this piece and want to bash my head against the wall until my brain is leaking from every facial orifice I have but we ball regardless smile

OG + other versions under the cut cause I got carried away with filters. They’re so fun I’m sorry.