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acecheesecake · 1 year

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Look I've seen alotta posts about "stop trying to justify your reasons for playihg the HP game" so I'm just gonna say outright to anyone who wants to comment on my posts or in my asks I'm not trying to justify my playing the game. I'm just gonna play it anyway cause I really don't care if it's morally bad.

I don't actually care about being seen as morally decent or actually being it, I consume a lot of antisemtic media (it's everywhere) and given money to alotta assholes, I use amazon all the time, fast fashion brands and I eat meat even though I love animals. Because at the end of the day I'm a very selfish person.

Hell I still buy HP merch for my friend for Christmas and Brithdays because she's a fan so I really don't know why the fuck I'm gonna draw the line at the game.

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After replying to some messages I decided actually if you wanna ask or comment go for it, I actually do find it amusing to reply, I get a kick out of it I'm afraid 🤷‍♀️ Ya see it just baffles me that full grown adults do not realise the futility of commenting about how they're right and I'm wrong. I'm not on here for meaningful disscussion, clearly.

I'm here to state my personal opinions on my blog, I look at other people who already agree with me and like or reblog because that's what we as humans do, it's validating. Why on earth would ya bother engaging with somone who's got different opinions? To educate? They're not here for that, if they're open to being informed of different opinions it'll be via reading informational posts in their own. To give yourself an ego boost because you're such a good person you wanna argue or insult randomers on the internet? I mean have at it I guess, if you enjoy it good for ya and if you don't you're only wasting your own time. No skin off my back.

#preach

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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My producing-teacher was talking about payment on streaming services, and he said; "when you're watching something ol streaming, you only watch it once. Because how many of you have watched a film or a series on streaming more than once?"

From this I can deduce that the autistics and the rest of tye ND-squad are keeping streaming alive and paying creators with hyperfixation and comfort shows.

#me with watching new girl or big bang theory for the 50th time in a row #you know sometimes i think im normal and then i see stuff like this and its just too relatable

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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Hey !!! I love your work and your writing style so I decided to request something. Could you write a female Reader x Inumaki where he teaches the reader how to eat with sushi sticks after reader asked him to? And he is like all flustered touching readers hands etc… If you don’t want to that’s no problem but I’ve just been thinking about this specific situation lately. Thank you in advance !! ;)

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summary. inumaki teaches you how to use sushi sticks on a first date

wordcount. 1.4k+

pairing(s). inumaki x fem!reader

warning(s). fluff, second-hand embarrassment, light hearted teasing, inumaki knows sign language but still speaks, dating stage, awkward situations, reader and inumaki are very nervous

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Your sushi rolls were ordered in a pleasing display on a skinny white plate. Beside it, your barely touched drink with a tiny umbrella, a sliced lime on its rim and an unopened packet of chopsticks to eat the sushi with. You take in a deep breath before picking up the paper-like packet. You quickly remove the covering- ripping it away and discarding it to another corner of the wooden dinner table. Now that the sticks lay in your palms, the initial nervousness you’d been trying so hard to oppress felt as if it completely resurfaced at once.

Across the table from you sat Inumaki and in front of him sat a not so clean white plate. It had smeared brown-ish sauce covering it along with a few stray rice grains that fell from his grasp. Next to his plate, an empty glass cup and the skin of a lime slice inside of it along with dirty wooden sushi sticks littered in that same brown-ish sauce. In his hands, a small umbrella spun in between his two fingers as he pretended to be completely infatuated with it.

You position the utensil in your hand how you’d practiced yet it still felt and looked overly awkward. You were certain if he didn’t know you never learned to use chopsticks before that he did now. Inumaki, receiving a good bit of that embarrassment oozing from you, acted as if he didn’t see you struggling to get a good grip on the chunk of salmon on top of your sushi roll. He recognized that you held it between the wrong fingers and how far toward the bottom you held the chopsticks. He noticed how you could barely close them around your food due to an unnecessary finger wedged in between the sticks. He cringed at the sound of your fish dropping back down to the plate when it slipped from the ends of your grasp.

You pout and sheepishly fall back onto your cushioned seat. Inumaki further curls into his turtleneck to hide the little snicker he felt coming. He tosses the miniature umbrella at you, hitting your forehead and gaining your attention.

‘I can help.’ He signs.

You catch the tiny umbrella in your lap, your own hands now fumbling with the trinket, “You don’t need to, I’ll probably figure it out eventually.”

‘Let me help. Please.’

You sigh, “You’re so persistent.”

Inumaki slides out from his side of the booth and, with a few awkward shuffles, sits alongside you. His body tilts to better assist you, causing your knees to brush past each other, “Tsuna.” You assume it's an apology and inform him that it wasn't needed- the both of you were old enough to handle such a miniscule touch yet your heart still jumped in your chest upon feeling him graze past you.

“Shake.” He agreed.

Now that the both of you were so close, you began to question the logistics of him being able to properly explain everything to you. He wouldn’t be able to sign the actions to you unless you fully turn to him anytime you awaited instruction. You fix your mouth to explain this to him but all the breath you had caught in your throat once his hands fell atop yours. His palms held the back of yours and his nimble fingers traced up your own eliciting an inconsistency in your breathing.

You turned to face him a little bit more to see what in the world he was doing but somehow became even more breathless as your faces were now inches apart. So much so you were sure that you could have felt his breath hit your face if it wasn't for the sweater's collar covering his cursed lips. He gazes into your eyes but keeps his hands still over yours as if asking, is this ok? His cheekbones were tinted a sweet pink color that stretched across his small button nose. His lilac colored eyes darted to every part of your face- trying his very hardest to avoid a glance at your lips. Inumaki's hands were shaking a little too, still seemingly very hesitant to fully hold onto them.

"Yes," you finally respond to him, "Go ahead and show me."

Inumaki’s soft skin caresses your own as he properly envelopes your hands. He positions your fingers over the wooden sushi sticks in a way he knew you would comprehend while his heart hammers away in his chest. He attempts to slow his breathing in hopes his heart rate would slow yet all it did was make his nerves worse.

You focused on remembering how he moved you- intensely taking note of where each of your fingertips were placed on the chopsticks. You also took note of how warm he was. The restaurant itself was a bit chilled and the unfortunate adjacency of the air vents and your table only augmented how cold you were. You didn’t know if his warmth was how he naturally was or if the long-sleeve sweater helped keep him that way but heat practically beamed off of him and onto you.

That heat did nothing to help the embarrassing burn on your face.

“Tsunamayo.” You assume it’s a good thing from the hint of a smile he said it with- as if he told you good job. His heart leaps when you thank him and widely grin as you properly hold the sushi sticks in your hand. You click the tips of the two sticks together a couple of times in excitement and to show how well you could now handle the utensil. You, so caught up in the delight of your accomplishment, completely forget just how near the two of you were and quickly spin to Inumaki who’d leaned much closer to you during the time you spent fumbling with your chopsticks.

Your noses graze each other. Flustered and surprised, you pause, and for what felt like the fiftieth time that night, Inumaki’s heart fluttered violently as his cheeks were painted in scarlet.

“Sorry.” You mutter.

Inumaki knew if he could speak real words, in that moment he would’ve stuttered on all of them.

“Got a little too.. excited there.” You quietly force a giggle out in hopes of not making the date anymore uncomfortable than it already was.

He hums.

"Thanks for taking me out," you mumble, "I don't think I thanked you for that yet."

He wished to say you didn't need to thank him- to reassure you that he'd been having just as much, if not more, fun as you were. He almost felt the need to thank you for accepting his invitation to go out in the first place. As the prettiest girl he’d ever seen before, he felt that you did him a favor for entertaining his feelings like this. He also felt the need to pull down his turtleneck and kiss you. Instead, he settles for humming again, quietly confirming that he didn’t mind helping you.

You pick at the sushi sticks, plucking the cheap wood, "Can I kiss you?" You didn't even realize you spoke until Inumaki’s eyes widened. His eyes flicked to your parted mouth. You took note of it.

In your peripheral vision, his hand is brought into a fist and shook as if it were a head nodding.

You raise your finger to loop around the collar of his sweater, leisurely trailing the fabric down his face- the pitch-dark swirls on the opposing sides of his mouth now exposed to you. His heavy eyes fall closed while yours remain cracked open as your mind becomes entirely engrossed in the plush of his lips. The both of you don’t do much with the kiss and break from it quite quickly but for the moment the two of you were connected, each other were all that pulsed through your minds- how his fingers intertwined with yours, how your palm cupped the side of his face, and how tender and calming it felt to fix his lips to yours.

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a/n: i started writing this as soon as i got the request because this is literally so CUTE

Feedback and Reblogs and Appreciated!

#myy heaaaaaart #this was so precious and tender i loved it #would die for toge #inumaki jujutsu kaisen #toge inumaki #jjk inumaki

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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IF YOU DON’T LET ME SUCK YOUR DICK I’M GONNA KILL MYSELF TAKE YOUR PANTS OFF RIGHT NOW OR I’M GONNA PULL THE TRIGGER !!!!!

#ohhhhhhh spicyyyyyy #satoru gojo #gojo art #jjk

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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#found family 🥺

#them <3 #csm #jjk

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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This will be sold as a "polaroid" print at Anime Frontier! I left the white areas blank for buyers to decorate with stickers and write anything on it themselves for a friend or theirselves! ^^

#cuteeeeee #csm #the gang hehe #christmas vibes

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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A gathering of water type pokemon.

#soooo pretty omgggg #eeveelution

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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#nothing matters im crying this is so funny #live evidence of why tumblr is the best platform

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acecheesecake · 1 year

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