#so hashtag FUCKED UP if you ask me

[cv01doodle]

wgat the fuck is wrong with me tbh how come i haven’t gone on a mikumei reblog spam moment on this blog yet

[lesbianralzarek]

i got 99% on an exam i was dreading and i was sooo brave and i only threw up a little bit :) unfortunately i had to take 2 tabs of adderall at 4pm and subsequently i will not be escaping my dogshit sleep schedule tonight :( but i got 99% :)

[tankgotstuckinthecircusgate]

parental relationship moment💀

[cyarsk52-20]

let me know when y’all ready to start stoning Da Baby for his involvement in Tory’s harassment again Megan. he willfully still antagonizes her to this day which is weird and obsessive.

[jlf23tumble]

Speaking of retcons. What fans does Liam have to manipulate? Liam has always been the least popular member of 1D and what fans he did have disappeared when his 2018 album got yanked. You can tell that because his most popular music required GP interest. Plus he can’t sustain a UA and there’s no one defending him on Twitter. Every thing goes viral because there aren’t enough accounts to muddy the algorithms with other tweets. It’s the least believable thing Maya has said. That and her descriptions of his team as powerful. A powerful and manipulative team looks like Harry’s. They’ve been sweeping his indiscretions into a very dark corner for years. One day they’ll come spilling out and he’ll have his Diddy moment. His team will have made their money so they won’t care.

[dullahandyke]

Reading about symptoms of social anxiety for reasons you don't need to know and

Analysis of your performance and identification of flaws in your interactions after a social situation

Refusing to believe this is an anxiety thing. You're telling me people dont see themselves fumbling situations in real time and in hindsight with the clarity of watching someone miss a bunch of notes in DDR ?

[eggbagelz]

Enough of fun sexy zones its time for derelict zones. Hashtag rotting buildings core

[lokh]

are shippers at least making a distinction between asuka and asuka r#

[sunjoys]

i hate customers i need to gnaw their arms off pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls pls

[dog-girl-zezora]

normal people should not ask me any personal questions i will literally respond in the most insane way possible like i cant just be like "oh thats personal" hell no im about to make it your problem for asking you FUCKING IDIOT.

[evandore]

this is the little pattern i got...its not great but also my first ever intentional embroidery attempt so i think she looks nice :)

[snekdood]

personally yeah i do think its your job to help people if they have no where else to go and you actually know basically exactly what to say or do to help them. withholding that information because you see it as a chore makes you kinda a shitty person and an even worse friend if you're friends.

[pseudowho]

"Hey! Nanamin, Mrs.Nanamin?"

You and Kento looked up at Yuuji from your places on the sofa; you, with your cross-stitch and your tongue between your teeth, and Kento looking over his newspaper and reading glasses. Yuuji dried his hands, having washed the final dish.

He grinned, ruffling stray bubbles into the back of his hair, and tapped away on his phone. Kento's phone buzzed, and he picked it up, looking at the screen.

"It's my birthday next week--"

"--dont worry, Yuuji, we know--"

"--and I'm just gonna have a little party in the Jujutsu High forest. Gojo says it's okay, thought you two could come along. I've qjust sent you the deets."

As Yuuji walked off to his room, you looked up at Kento, who read the invitation in increasing confusion, a dismayed little hum rumbling out of his throat.

"What? What is it?" You asked around the needle pinched between your teeth, leaning closer to peer at Kento's phone.

"The party..." Kento hummed.

"...the party...?"

"Apparently it's going to be 'dank'."

"Oh...sounds unsanitary."

Kento hummed again. "Quite. Though perhaps if we bring our best 'rizz', Yuuji thinks the party will be 'bussin'. Even better, if our outfits 'slay', he'll be 'highkey' excited."

You frowned, then scoffed, calling down the hallway.

"Hey, Yuuji? This invitation..."

"Yeah?" He shouted back, "What about it?"

"Have you had a stroke?"

Yuuji laughed, unabashed, and walked out in his pyjamas, grinning. "Nah, for real for real, it'll be great. No cap."

You and Kento looked at Yuuji like he'd grown an extra head. Yuuji laughed again, and got a glass of water before bidding them goodnight, scoffing as he went into his room;

"Millennials."

You and Kento sat in stunned silence in the lamplight. Kento looked at your cross-stitch and fluffy socks. He felt his reading glasses on his head, his newspaper forgotten in his lap, and you seemed to be thinking the same, before asking him in quiet horror:

"Kento...are--are we old?"

Another dismayed hum, from beside you.

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The 20th of March arrived; a balmy spring evening. The sun was setting as you and Kento approached the forest at Jujutsu High, seeing the flicker of flames in a great firepit, hearing music and laughter, and clinking glass.

Panda tossed bottles of drink across the floating crowd; Maki and Megumi caught theirs seamlessly, and Nobara fumbled hers to the tune of laughter, her eye patch replacing her depth perception.

The birthday boy bustled around, accepting claps on the back, gifts and well-wishes, his hair turned coral in the dying sun. He looked up as you and Kento approached, looking happier still.

Yuuji softened at Kento's smile, accepting a gift with the promise of 'more at home'. Kento patted Yuuji on the shoulder, looking him up and down.

"Looking good, Yuuji. On fleek."

Yuuji faltered, unsure. "Oh, on...?"

Kento turned to you, only marginally irritated when Gojo joined your group. As the conversation grew between you, Kento and Gojo, Yuuji looked more and more sidelined, eventually fumbling for his phone, his trusty translator.

"Went to talk to the higher-ups today--

"Ugh! Adulting."

"-- legit. Looked over their new hashtag 'Student Protection Policies', and they were so fucking basic--"

You and Kento scoffed as Gojo continued, and Yuuji listened on, flicking through the glossary of his mind.

"--so yeah anyway, cheeky humblebrag, but when they told me I couldn't argue, I told them that they'd die of old age before they got a good policy out. Solid clapback, I feel."

You and Kento scoffed, sipping your drinks, answering; "Savage"-- "Woke up ready to throw shade, huh."

The party went on, and Yuuji found himself overhearing more and more of Kento's conversations. Yuuji had a growing list of words on his phone, and increasingly looked at Kento as if he'd been replaced by another man.

Yuuji looked down at his phone, scrolling through the list; he had no answers. He still had no idea what time 'Leet o'clock' was, he'd been called 'dude' at least seven times, and he had lost a game that he hadn't even known he was participating in.

Kento turned back to Yuuji, smiling again at his disgruntled expression, thanking him; "Party's lit, Yuuji. Having fun?"

As Yuuji opened his mouth to argue, you approached, grinning at Yuuji and looping your arm through Kento's; "You alright kiddo? Looking a bit shook."

"I-- what? I don't--"

Kento leaned in to you, talking lowly in your ear; "Just been schooling this boy on the appropriate vernacular. I like to think I'm winning."

You laughed, delighted. "Weird flex but okay."

You melded back into the party ("Oh my god! Megumi's puppers! C'mere boy, who's a good doggo..."), and Yuuji fizzled at Kento, pugnacious.

"You're fucking with me, aren't you?"

Kento looked at Yuuji with absolute innocence. Yuuji puffed his cheeks out, putting his phone away and stabbing a finger at Kento.

"I'll get you back for this. Just 'cos you two are old."

Kento scoffed again, the barest smirk on his lips. "We're not old. You're just a baby."

"Yeah, yeah, Nanamin. Tell me that again when you stop taking two ibuprofen in the morning 'just in case'."

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A cheeky Millennials and Gen Z love letter, written absolutely tongue-in-cheek

[hyp3rfixation-h3ll]

PERMISSION TO KISS HER???? KISSIES???? KISSIES FOR MY BABYGIRL?????

Make way for the Lost Bots’ self-proclaimed bodyguard :D

[justhereforsubsevika]

Sevi in a thong (sevika nsfw a little bit, mainly fluff ig?)

Sub!Sevi, because of her stature, had often been pressured into being the dominant, masculine one in the relationship. At first, when she met you, she expected no different. She only ever wore boxers and boy-shorts around you. It made her feel safe, like she was guarding something.

But once you two got more serious, she quickly realised she was allowed to let go. She was allowed to be subby, and she felt like herself for the first time in ages.

But still, she wore her boxers.

See, she knew she was allowed to let go behind closed doors in the bedroom, but she didnt expect that you'd let her be more herself day-to-day. Suddenly, she was allowed to dance to girly songs. She was allowed to hum while she shamelessly mixed cake batter and whisked icing. She was allowed to use a baby voice with the cats.

You were taken aback when you came home one day, seeing Sevi playing a bit of dress-up in the bedroom. She was staring at herself in the mirror, your thong wrapped over her muscular thighs. "Oh! Uh-uhm, sorry i just.." she flushes and grabs her boxers, sheilding her body from your gaze: sheilding her femininity from you. You smile and shake your head.

"Baby, its fine. Let me see?" you request sweetly. She nods eagerly and chucks her boxers across the room, geekily holding her hands behind her back and shifting from hip to hip. "So?" she asks as you, quite perversely, stare at the fabric that barely covers her. Her happy trail disappears under the lace and its the most tantalising sight you've ever had the privilege of seeing. "Fuck baby." You sigh out, walking to her and taking her in a one-armed hug.

"Beautiful.. Beautiful girl.." you groan, tracing your finger down the deep crease in her abs and stopping where her hair meets the top of the lace. "I wanna get a purple one, dark purple." she says, and you can hear her smile.

HASHTAG NEED THAT