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[silvertoadz]

hmm an unintended side effect of deconstruction of my masking (and becoming more assertive) is that i can no longer fake liking people/fake being civil, like if i dont like you youre gonna know it which is going to be very interesting when i eventually see my family again...

[aardvaark]

the leverage team would have had a games night… once. everyone cheated so much and in such increasingly extreme ways that all mentions of monopoly are banned in their headquarters (this makes talking about marks who monopolize the market very confusing)

[gayboss-too-close-to-the-sun]

I am going to murder Griffith I swear to god. Sure, the eclipse pissed me off, made me hate him, but somehow chapter 180 is worse. He protected Casca. He doesn’t have the fucking right. How dare he go near her, how dare he talk to Rickert like a friend, how dare he act like he has a right to protect Casca. He lost that privilege long ago.

[citric-acid-rain]

What it looked like when my partner’s pfp was Branch and mine was Pace LMFAOO

[hella1975]

just full force threw a shoe at my sister's face and when my mum got me alone after she was like 'you shouldn't clobber her. but i get it' 😭

[cheapcheapfaker]

i will not get the new wall paint scaries my color theory is on point my meat is huge i can paint so so good

[count-doodoo]

idk if this is a hot take or not but i would literally rather everyone just throw all their insults and criticisms of me at my face. like i'd rather just know. a) so i can fix the problems and b) because the not knowing drives me bonkers (what if everyone hates me, a social anxiety story. but seriously what if everyone hates me tho--). getting notes like "sorry to bother you but this thing you've been doing has been really annoying for awhile" is legit The Worst because we could've fixed that!!! i would've tried to do better if i'd known!!! i don't ever claim to be a good person, let alone a perfect person, but i do /try/ to be better!!! (but then again no one would be /wrong/ to assume that me attempting things scarcely results in success so like)

[dollsome-does-tumblr]

tagged for this by @theladyragnell - thank u, dear! i did this before with a more standard favorite character list, so this time i'm going specific of vibe. ✨

[f1-obsessed333]

I am watching an interview with Christian and the interviewer referred to Checo as the second driver and Christian didn’t correct him.

Not only that but he also said “…..of course Checo has to strive for that(the championship) otherwise why would he be competing. But I think you know the reality is that…….or the probability is that Max over the season is the more likely candidate for the world championship.”

[esrpublicist]

need us to dunk 8 goals on their ugly heads

[lupismaris]

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[the-busy-ghost]

I'm going to have to stop listening to In Our Time in the mornings, I'm just lucky my neighbours were out or I might have had to explain that the reason they heard a VERY loud shriek at 11AM was simply because I couldn't contain my reaction to something somebody said about Weber's Protestant Ethic

[meringuejellyfish]

NO WAY>

[redhead-reporter]

rip to me - sometime between leaving to pick up my dog up from daycare and now i think i’ve been FORCED into beta. gonna need some time to learn (and GRIEVE what the fuck dumblr), so come find me on discord and wire!

discord: shaye#0092 wire: redheadreporter

[fragmentedblade]

I hate that when I look up the "Kalpas" tag here there's me and then there's me again, but on another blog. Fake moustache me

[furuu]

∘ʚ ♡ You had no idea how such a tiny, squishy thing ended up in your room, but you couldn't deny how cute it looked. It floated in, silent and staring, a soft blob with one red eye and odd black markings scattered across its little body. You tilted your head at it, unsure what exactly it was.

When you picked it up, it didn’t resist—just squished against your hands like a plush toy. You couldn’t help but coo at it. “Aww, where’d you come from, little guy?”

If only you knew.

Inside that harmless, blob-like form was the King of Curses himself, Ryomen Sukuna, seething internally. This was humiliating. Reduced to a helpless blob, no voice, no power, and here you were, holding him like some helpless little pet. Sukuna, feared by all, now reduced to a soft thing that couldn’t even speak to tell you who—what—he was.

He would've scowled if he could. The great Sukuna, feared across the world for centuries, and now here he was… this.

You squished him in your hands gently, unaware of the curse’s silent rage. “You’re so soft,” you giggled, gently running your fingertips along his markings, completely oblivious to the dangerous being you held.

Sukuna’s eye twitched. How dare you. If he could speak, he’d—!

But then, you set him down on your bed, a little pillow propped up beside him like he belonged there. He blinked up at you, stunned for a second. No fear. No recognition. Just pure adoration for what you thought was a cute, harmless creature.

You didn’t know any better.

Heat of embarrassment swelled inside him, and Sukuna fumed. This was ridiculous. The King of Curses, the man who once ruled the world of curses, now being treated like some soft little pet. It was beneath him. He should be tearing you apart, not sitting here like some pampered toy. But no matter how much he cursed you in his mind, you couldn’t hear it.

When you leaned down, brushing your fingers over his smooth surface, the irritation simmered down, replaced by an odd warmth. He grumbled to himself, frustrated that he wasn’t more upset about your affection.

“Well, you’re mine now,” you said with a smile, tucking him against a blanket as if he needed it.

Yours? Sukuna almost scoffed. You think you own me?

But still, he didn’t move. Part of him wanted to lash out, but the other part—well, he wasn’t exactly hating the way you gently cared for him, completely unaware of the monster in your room. Maybe it was the softness of your hands or how utterly unafraid you were of him. Whatever it was, the King of Curses found himself… settling down.

It was embarrassing, sure, but there was something oddly comforting about the way you fussed over him, treating him like some precious little thing. Maybe he would stick around a little longer. At least until he could regain his strength.

For now, though, he’d let you have your moment. Just don’t think for a second that this changes anything. He was still Ryomen Sukuna, and the moment he got his power back, he’d make sure you knew it.

But for now… maybe being “yours” wasn’t so bad.・₊﹆ɞ‧₊

꒰ ♡ ꒱ continuation here!