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I’m not sure what the feeling is but I want to love someone. I want to buy someone flowers and jewellery and show someone appreciation through poems and notes. I want to be a silly little romantic lad and NOBODY UNDERSTANDS!!!!!!!!!
#sigh#silly things#positive mental attitude#positivevibes#positive#positive thinking#lgbtq community#lgbtq safe space#trans safe space#transgenders#trans#transgender#trans boy#trans masc#silly af#achillean#woaaaaa#romance
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OHHH MY GOD!! GOD THIS THIS IS PERFECT!!! IS SO BEAUTIFUL!!! HE IS SO CUTE HE IS SO CUTE!!!!!!! ...I'm getting really excited... BUT NOT ENOUGH!!! AHHH!!
#patb#pinky and the brain#animaniacs 2023#animanaics#spoiler#AHHHHHH!!#OMG!!#WOAAAAA#mouse gay a xd#brain#patb spoilers
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Big Q, I’m putting you in my mouth /silly
- oh look it’s Cellbit anon from the trenchcoatsbi sideblog :3
AACK DONT BITE DOWN - I AM JUST A SILLY LITTLE DUCK, IM TOO YOUNGGG
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!!!!!!!
#WOAAAAA#Y'ALL LOOK AT THIA#putting on my christmas list rn#says it smells like books & tea#elliot rambles
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Dimension of the Rib
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𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐄𝐘𝐄.
priest!suguru geto x fem!reader. a part of JUDAS, a kinktober drabble series.
tw: talks on religion, smoking :: edit: UPDATED
wc: 2k :: masterlist :: previous part
Sunday went as smoothly as he’d mull over in his head. The sermon was made to be a continuation of the previous one: where to find strength through God in the path of life’s obstacles. With Suguru moving voice and emphasis, the communion consumed and praised Him to be.
Wednesday rolled around, and it was a night of Bible study but more importantly, the potluck everyone was waiting for. Mrs. Kaskai and a few other church women set the picnic tables outside in the courtyard, her husband getting the lights to work around wooding postings. Mr. Weren brought propane for the grill, excited to be cooking ribs he had marinating in the church’s kitchen for a week now. With the Father’s help, they worked together as one to make it all happen for their community.
Suguru clicks a spoon to his glass to gather everyone’s attention. It was once simple click and heads turned without a second wasted. Children were hushed to soft murmurs and babbles, and all eyes were on him. Like they always were. And as always, he presented himself with a smile.
“There’s no doubt in my mind that the food we have here today isn’t like any other. Practically have a few five start chefs among us.” The crowd laughs heartily.
“The effort is seen and worth appreciating, especially with the succession of the bake sale!” Claps and cheers could be heard all around, including the father’s. They simmer down for him to continue. “It’s worth the celebration, so here we are, to bless and be blessed. Let us bow our heads.”
Small groups crowed around the food tables to get their pieces. As Suguru gives a nod of gratitude for Mr. Everest putting some on his place, he glances down to the array of foods. Each with their own signed cards of what was made and by who. His eyes glance over the varied names. His steps slow as they narrow in concentration, wanting to be sure he was seeing things correctly. A dark chocolate cake sat in front of him, with your name signed at the bottom. Did you come through here already? How come he didn’t see you?
He glances around, searching for your face in the crowd. When he came up empty-handed, the priest moves to allow the line to flow again.
The night went on as lively as ever, talking with each smiling patron after the next. He’d smile back, laugh with their jokes, but feel as though he was much farther from everyone than he really was. His words were half-hearted at best. Every now and then his glance takes him outward, looking to his surroundings. After the third or maybe fourth glance around, he eyes figure sitting on top of the hood of a car. A figure he’d recognize from his distracting thoughts.
“Are you alright, Pastor?”
He nods, blinking himself back into conversation with an older woman and her daughter. “Yes, my apologies.”
Those eyes wonder about again after the reassurance was made. Suguru knew the real answer to that question, and the one thing he could do to fix it.
The church parking lot only had about four street lights. You were under one of them, sitting atop your car, with a scent that he knew as clear as day. He shouldn’t approach you. If you looked like you wanted to be left alone, the result would have been just that. But his dress shoes keep their path, walking in your direction. Your head turns when you seemed to notice him approaching. Eyes glance at him up and down, he surely wasn’t mistaken on that. “Evening, Father.”
He greets you back with a mention of your name. Glancing away, he catches how you has a good view of everyone in the courtyard. Looking back, he asks. “Not one for these kinds of things?”
You blow out smoke to the side with a scrunch of your lips. “Not particularly.”
“May I ask why?”
Your smile feels like fingers crawling up his back. “Aren’t you off the clock, Father? No need to try and pull a confession.”
A warmth spreads on his cheeks, causing him to look away with an embarrassed chuckle. “I’m sorry I didn’t mean to-“
“I’m only teasing you.”
What you pull from your pocket causes Suguru’s mouth to dry. A pack of cigarettes with a slight dent at the top. You pop open the carton, pulling out a stick. You look to the pastor, who watches your hands until he catches your gaze on him. It’s like you’re getting even worse for him to ignore— trading one slight for another.
He nods his head in your direction and you give him the pack. He hears the flicker of a lighter as he puts a cigarette on the trim oh his mouth. It parts, about to ask you for the light, until he feels something grab his shirt. Suguru looks up to catch the end of your cigarette with yours. Your eyes focus on making sure his lights, while his eyes can’t seem to turn away from your face. Not when you were so, so close. His heart picks up in light patters, hoping— praying, it was masked in his breathing.
He could only find himself to relax just as you finished lighting. You pull your head back, hand holding your sitting firm up from behind. Suguru leans his weight against the car with his back to you, entirely quiet.
There he was swirling in a spiral of water that never seemed to end. Why did you do that? The lighter was right there. He was just on the brink of being swallowed whole in your proximity. If only you ate a bit more.
He pulls the cigarette from his lips with shaky hand, blowing smoke off to the side. The silence remained so, but surprisingly to him, his shoulders begin to slack. His exhales become heavier as they roll out every stress of just that week. All in the intimate quiet you two shared.
“I suppose this was a much needed break.” He speaks up behind another inhale. You let your cigarette hang off your mouth as you glance to him. “Even you need breaks from all that religious zeal, Father?”
You were teasing him, he caught on it this time. Suguru laughs quietly, letting smoke follow after. "Of course I need a break," He replied. "As the head of this community, I feel responsible for everyone's well-being. Sometimes it's difficult to look after so many people at once.”
You both took a drag from your cigarettes. Your eyes look to the sky, watching as your smoke dissipates. Once again, you felt yourself be honest on holy ground. “I can’t imagine having to listen to them. Trying to solve every problem they have with a book older than the earth itself.”
Suguru didn’t know if he was supposed to take offense or not. But you weren’t exactly wrong. He knew how the people in the congregation operate. “People don't realize how much they project onto these ancient scriptures," Geto replied, nodding his head in agreement. "They don't consider the context of when they were written and how it may apply to their own situation."
He took another deep drag from his cigarette, exhaling the smoke. You slight your head in agreement. "Some people love to rely on something outside of themselves to tell them how to feel and how to live, I suppose."
What was that that felt like a wound in his chest? Pride?
“You don’t exactly sound like a believer.” He huffs.
“Neither do you.”
Something twists in his stomach. The same feeling of having your hand caught in the cookie jar as a child. He lashed his head to you, you and your calm expression that gives him even more whiplash. You shrug, pulling the tobacco tab from your lips. “Promise,” You finger traces an X over your chest. “I won’t tell a soul.”
Suguru catches your witty smile. Another tease, at least he had hoped with the hard swallow down his throat. Still, you did manage to get an amused exhale out of him.
“I…” He begins, only for his eyes to fall to the ground. His words change. “I just see things a bit differently than some of them.”
“Well?”
The pastor takes a quick inhale. "I believe a priest should listen to the scripture and offer guidance where needed, but also try to instill their own values and morals into the teachings."
You arch your brow. “That just seems…normal.”
He took the cigarette from his mouth, holding it in one hand as he leaned his back against the car further. "Some members think that's a blasphemous way of looking at it," he added. "That I'm perverting their precious lessons."
He laughed, exhaling a puff of smoke.
"I say, what's so blasphemous about using your own brain?"
Your brows quirk together, turning your head to the lively scene ahead of you both. “I didn’t know there were some in your congregation that find you that way.”
"I've learned a lot about my own congregation," He explained. "The members who are devout to the scripture are very sensitive to my every action. Any perceived flaw is bound to become a rumor in these circles."
Suguru paused, taking another drag. "Thankfully, I've managed to build up a good reputation within this community."
He glances over at you, eyes doing a once over before speaking. “To which you seem all the more distant from.”
You scoff, a cloud of smoke harshly pushed onto the air. You take your eyes back to the lively scene. The children playing in the grass, the sun setting behind the fumes of a grill. Chatter and booming laughter. It all seemed perfectly cut out for a holiday card. “I’m doing all this for my mother.” You murmur. “And I know when I don’t belong somewhere.”
He looks back to the ground. Those words sounded like ones that were temporary. He hoped not but the idea of you being here permanently didn’t seem too right.
A nudge of his neatly dressed shoulder snaps him out of his thoughts. His head bounces up to look at you. You were already half way down your cigarette when you talk. “Speaking of…you should go back.”
Maybe those words were his saving grace. A holy light appearing in the confusing darkness, perhaps a blessed creature creating a path to redemption. A way for his thoughts to distance themselves from your consumption. Perhaps your words were a moment of actual divine intervention.
"I think I'll stay with you." He states, almost confidently. “I…enjoy your company.”
The ends of your lips quirk up. Your hand pats a spot next to you on the hood of the car. Suguru looks between before obliging. Once he gets himself situated, he sees the view that she has of the social event. The congregation was in bursts of small groups. There was one person however, going from one group to the next with a slight of urgency. That group looks between each other, one straying off to act like the first— questioning and questioning. Suguru only let out a sigh, not a doubt in his mind what they were looking for.
You notice, turning your head to look at him. Huffing, you throw your finished cigarette on the gravel. He reluctantly goes to stand, running a hand through his hair as your hand pulls another cigarette. You place it at your lips. “Seems that’s your-“
That evening air beginning to settle in seemed long forgotten. You’re frozen in place as you’re met with his cigarette lighting the end of yours. His hands were placed on either side of you on the sleek hood. Suguru stood still between your legs to ensure that it would light— that he wouldn’t throw up his own heart. He simply just— moved. Jumped at the opportunity when it was clear for him. His tab was much shorter than when yours in the beginning of your smoke session, making your faces all the more closer. He could feel your breath tickle his face, just as still as he was. His eyes slowly look up to yours, that have been staring at him this whole time. The look within them changes. One that makes his throat too dry to speak.
“Careful there, Eve.”
tags: @getousrep
#writing#priest au#priest!geto#priest!suguru#jjk geto#jjk x reader#jjk#jujutsu geto#jujustsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen#getou suguru x reader#suguru x reader#geto suguru#geto x y/n#geto x you#geto x reader#big one woaaaaa. pls be patient the nasty is coming
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‧₊☆ could the eternal dreamer ask for a promo?
✿⠀﹕ hihi ! i'm niv, you may call me candy if you prefer though !
✿⠀﹕ i'm the singular person who runs guillotineblossom , and i'm very new to tumblr & editing !
✿⠀﹕ i post rentry graphics , templates and i'll try to do layouts (discord+tumblr) !!
✿⠀﹕ if you want to learn more about me , check my intro post!
✿⠀﹕ tagging some blogs i like ,, @necroangelz @pleasantbrush @hyp3rst4r @vashwoodyuri @kiochisato @smilingnap @plecakism @otoripink + anyone else who'd like to rb this !! please message me if you'd like to be removed from this list D:
#‧₊˚ミ☆⠀stars reached . . ✦#‧₊˚ミ☆⠀dreamer talks . . ✦#i was terrified while writing this#i appreciate reblogs a lot ^_^ it'd help me and id go woaaaaa /nf
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hii larkk im sending you so many asks today hehehehe
so i wrote. janette from adele pov poem. and. its not my best work but its my best usage of a metaphor so far so !! improvement !!!!!! ehehehhe
disclaimer: this is my perception of adele based on what ive heard so uhh yeah sry if this isnt actually how she acts forgive me OTL
also warning for the reader being adele here. ahfkjlfd that feels like a warning i should make LMAO
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Your first thought when you first saw her
was that she looked fragile.
Beautiful, oh certainly,
but so brittle.
Like stained glass.
She could break if you smiled too hard at her,
you thought.
It was an idea you relished in.
This pretty fragile thing.
You soon learned, though.
She may be fragile,
but like any piece of decorative glass,
she’s been tempered,
through fires of trials and difficulties.
You learn, but you don’t change your mind.
Perhaps you’ll just have to smile
a little harder.
Make her learn the truth.
You’ve never gone too far in your life.
Limits are something you know,
of course you do.
You’ve never reached yours.
You can make her reach hers.
Tempered glass may have a high melting point,
but you’ve always liked a nice little experiment,
haven’t you?
She’s just so much more
than anything else you’ve ever seen.
You would never admit it
if she’d won.
You wouldn’t let her.
She can burn in a fire hotter than
any other that she and her damned church have been through.
It will be such a pleasure
to watch her finally melt.
You’re not even surprised anymore
when she returns.
You’re glad, even.
At this point you don’t really know what you’d do without her.
And though a part of you hates her at this point,
you still smile when you see her again.
She’s more fragile now.
Even the most tempered glass can’t withstand heat too strong,
even once reformed.
No matter how pretty it is.
You wonder how easy it will be to break her this time.
(I HAD VIOLIN CLASS. SO I FINALLY GOT TO READ IT) LIMEEE. LIME. LIME WHEN. WHEN I GET YOU. HOLY SHIT.
AOUFHSGDHDSUSHU WHAT. OWAH. WOAHHHH.
THIS IS AMAZING??? YOU GOT HER IN ONE OH MAN. ADELEEEEE. LIME THIS IS SO GOOD. OH. I AM GOING TO BITE MY PHONE BRB/HJ WAGH I HAVE SCHOOLWORK TO DO BUT WOAH. WOAGH. HRJHDHDJ EATING THIS PUTTING THIS IN MY BRAIN CARVING IT IN THERE WOA/POS AUGHHH
may i. may i draw a small thing with some of this cuz wgagdhdjdhjdjdodjchxkdhksjs/POS!!!!!
#LIMEEEE#THIS IS MOSTLY ME YELLING BUT OH MY GOD/POS#THIS IS SO GOOD THIS IS ADELE THIS IS HER!!!!!!!#cryptid hunter blabs#friend art#<-FRIEND ART!!!! WOAAAAA#hi lime!!#<-a tag i use as i am on the floor SOBBING/hj
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also it's canon that mike is a bad kisser. El would know if he kissed right even if it was her first time doing it
#look i knew the first person I kissed was really bad at it#i just knew#also interestingly my first gay kiss was like . woa#woaa woaaaaa woaaaa like you know. woa#but it's irrelevant
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aaaaaaa Drawing i keep forgetting to post
#deltarune#noelle holiday#noelle deltarune#deltarune noelle#art#detarune fanart#woaaaaa it's christmas eve
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can't believe i only have like a month left here...........wtf
#ive been here almost 2 years woaaaaa#kinda glad im leaving tho the situation/attitude towards foreigners rn is uh. deteriorating#🤷 maybe one day it'll be better but that'll be a looong time from now i think#t
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i love hitting the shuffle button on my queue every day idk why
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!!!!Across the spiderverse spoilers!!!!
Hey look, it's the squad!
I kinda like making snapchat photos formats :v
And they are all from my spider-ace oneshot. That was a very confusing journey but meh...
Under the cut, you have full bodies and notes for each of the 5 :3
Ace Trappola-Spiderman (Earth 10923)
-15 years old(1st year)
-he misses a few cannon events, mainly the death of a police commandant.
-Miguel is annoyed that he befriended his(supposed) main rivals, but let it slide
-Doesn't frequent that much the multiverse
-is the only one who points out how fucked up some stories are
Cater Diamond-Cinderspider (Earth 10204)
-25 years old(working as a tailor)
-got all the necessary cannon events
-he is more responsible, often sent in undercover missions
-A frequent visitor, it's rare to not find him there
-He really doesn't like his home world, but he still protects it
Floyd Leech-Spiderman (Earth 11105)
-20 years old(1st year in college, part time cameraman)
-lived all of his main cannon events (except the commander death) and would rather not mention them at all
-he can change colors/become invisible and uses it to play games with Mayday
-Doesn't visit too much(Riddle would nag him), but when he does, he stays for a while
-Doesn't realise his story is fucked up unless someone brings it up(Ace)
Sebek Zigvolt-SpiderVolt (Earth 10305)
-15 years old
-didn't live all of his cannon events and is scared for them
-His hair was originally blonde, so another spiderman dyed one strand back for him
-visits from time to time, mostly to escape his hectic life
-loves his home world and is dead set on protecting it
Orpheus(Ortho) Shroud - SpiderMan(Earth 10814)
-13 years old
-wasn't supposed to be Spider-Man, remained the only second generation due to cannon events
-His mama was the only one in the family that remained, a former Spider-woman
-Visits after he did his homework :3
-His mama is his mentor and he can never hide from her
#twisted wonderland#Spiderman au#atsv spoilers#twst ace#twst ortho#Twst Sebek#Twst cater#Twst Floyd#Woaaaaa... Finished it :3#I believe some are still curious about their backstories so...#✨Lore✨
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hiiiii. eema
#WOAAAAA two colored ash art posts in two days. crazy world#she is soooo mixed. to me. bisexual bilingual bigender etc#i dont know why on earth this would happen w how small my reach is but if someone makes a weird comment i legally get to kill you#ALSO BE KIND IM LEARNING TO COLORS THANK YUO#emma#emma tpn#tpn#tpn fanart#emma tpn fanart#the promised neverland#emma fanart#my art#ash is mentally ill
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Jersey City looks like there’s an orange filter today
Oh Nicole 🥺
Those wildfires are tragic and terrifying, and I hope you're staying safe from the fumes, Nicole my love.
And yet... looking at these pictures feels like seeing the world through their eyes. Calm and quiet. Everything into place. Everything in the orange.
#pleased to meet you inspo like woaaaaa#nicole is magical#🧡🧡🧡🧡#gives mad Blade Runner 2049 vibes too
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drawing i never finished. i did use the first one as a phone bg for a while, but the colors phase never got done..
#isn't this Woaaaaa?? 2021???? how. what was i drinking in 2021 that made me do this?#i was having lots of fun drawing mushrooms btw. i have like 3 more mushrooms drawings in the folder#they're just easy and fun to draw And color. i was having a blast#pisco art#oh! and i was playing with a new brush set i had found 😊 so many nice brushes that i use today still in there...
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