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I will always defend Troy when it comes down to the text he sent abed in pillows and blankets s3 ep14. When it comes down to it, what Troy did is in fact justifiable.
Troy wanted to build a blanket fort so he could get this cool record for largest blanket fort ever. Abed didn’t wanna, he called it stupid and Troy moved on.
Then here comes the air conditioning repair man on his way to make Troy insecure about his role in his friendship with abed and make him feel like he’s just following abed around and listening to his every order.
So - he goes back to abed and expresses his feelings only for abed to say “yeah sure you can build a blanket fort, just don’t connect it to my pillow fort.” Maybe I’m just sensitive but I would of been upset over this If I was Troy.
Troy makes his blanket fort, gets a bunch of people on his team, has a war, and then gets shown an email his best friend wrote.
“Troy will hold on until he’s broken emotionally. Fortunately this will not be hard.”
“He’s insecure about his level of intelligence”
“His greatest vulnerability of all is his emotionally frailty. It’s incredibly easy to make him cry, and he’s incredibly ashamed of that fact.”
And all of this plus abed listing all of troys weaknesses.
Troy reacts emotionally to stuff
So after finding out his best friend told what feels like the entire school his insecurities and weaknesses he acted emotionally.
He reacted in a cruel and mean way because he got his feelings hurt by someone he trusted, this “someone” was the person he liked the most.
Maybe I’m bias because I react the same way, if someone is mean I’m also gonna be mean, I’m gonna react emotionally.
Abed knew this was wrong, he did. Abed knew this wasn’t an ok thing to do. He didn’t want Troy to see it, Troy wasn’t supposed to see it. Abed knew and you can’t convince me he didn’t. Don’t infantilize abed more than he already is.
And the cherry on top of all of this, Troy and abed didn’t even have a conversation about troys insecurities about beings abeds sidekick.
#I tell only truth#listen to me yap abt Troy#if you did read all of this#pls pls pls pls PLEASE tell me your thoughts abt this#community#troy barnes#abed nadir#community sitcom#community tv show#hot take#meta#troy barnes meta 🙌🙌#community meta#trobed#I know how annoying it is that my pinned post is this long#but bare with me
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chapter 1: the plummet of doom
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stranger things g/t
hi! i had multiple asks for this so i finally wrote something for it!! i hope i can deliver, based on what i made last year. i wanna continue this story :) ugHh! summary is, dustin finds you, and its misery. until TADA steve harrington swoops in to save you. also the borrower is a fellow girly.
borrower!reader x steve harrington
pov: you're a borrower who got herself stuck in a trash can
Stuck between plastic you tried to pry yourself out of the darkness. The stench of rotten foods you’d wished you’d gotten your hands on before made you gag. Sure, you could take the smell of a dead mouse stuck inside a trap but still cry at its death. Yet this food, it smelled foul and your hand sunk into it. It collapsed under your fingers as you gingerly pulled your hand back. You grabbed onto a piece of black plastic and pulled yourself up.
I’m such an idiot.
You continued to climb up the mountains of garbage bags while trying not to fall. It was slick or sticky depending where you touched it. You recalled yourself earlier in the day when no one was home, other than for that stupid cat. You’d climbed onto the tabletop and were getting quite a few crumbs of bread. A victory you awaited to celebrate in the coziness of your walls. Yet when that thing meowed at you, it scared the shit out of you. Foolishly you misstepped and fallen into the depths of rotten peels and papers. Your hook had gotten stuck on thick brown paper and wouldn’t let go, and then the worst of it happened. That damn door to the entrance boomed making you freeze up. Your grip grew tighter as footsteps boomed in your direction. A familiar high-pitched voice of the house was talking to the devil cat.
Then she muttered something about the trash being taken out. That's when you hid under the flesh of fruit and held your breath. Then find yourself trying to untangle yourself from this mess. It had taken far too long to break the garbage bag, but journeying to the top of the tin became hard labor. You were dirty, sweating, and really wanted a breath of fresh air. Things you were used to feeling, but this time you weren’t sure if you’d make it. These humans, you weren’t sure where they threw out so much food waste in the first place. Your hands trembled. Would you suffocate in this pile of trash, or worse?
You climbed up the last black bag closest to the lid. Yet you were so far away, and when you jumped your flicker of hope vanished.
“Shit,” you squeaked as your foot went over something slick.
You fell on top of another bag in the darkness and looked up at the ceiling. The longer you looked at the dark metal caved lid your eyes welled up. This couldn’t be it, to die due to your own foolishness. You’d expected to die due to a fight with the whiskered beast, or crushed by the hand of a human. Not being dumped into the trash due to your own skittishness (or stupidity).
“No,” you said to yourself. You got up and slid down the trash to hit the metal can. You started to bang it in frustration, like it would open. You shouted till your throat got sore, not remembering when you’d even shouted last. Hot tears slipped down your face, at least you wouldn’t go down quietly. Yet no one would know, the mad little borrower, screaming till they could no longer breathe.
Your knuckles stung and your tears had stopped. Then a loud creaking noise followed by being shed in golden light made you gasp. Tearful again you turned to look up and your eyes went wide. The house you borrowed from, the boy that lived there, stared down at you in awe.
“Holy shit,” he said.
You purse your lips together and lean into the wall.
I think I’ll die actually.
Your thoughts were not answered as a large hand loomed over you. You ran and tried to dig your way into the garbage. When you tried to dive in further into the trash he’d gotten your leg. Pulling you out painfully slowly and you sighed. This was worse than trash death, this was so much worse. You were held upside down and you were met with his dark brown eyes. His fingers pinched your ankle and you were terrified it would break.
“What are you?” he asked.
A warm cloud of air hit your face causing you to swing. You stayed silent, not daring to give this kid more reason to keep you around. You hoped. Again, your hopes were crushed as he dropped you into darkness. The small space had even you feeling cramped in as you kicked the doors of it. He shushed you but that only made you kick harder. The doors wouldn’t budge but when you heard two voices you stopped.
Then it went quiet. Then it went still. Then something zipped and you hit the ground.
“Ow,” you muttered.
The ground under you was colored red and felt like dust. You became distracted for a moment as you put it between your fingers. Tiny rocks slipped past your fingers, and your lips parted. You realized it was quite warm as well, and when you looked up you hissed. It was a bright light that packed a lot of heat it seemed. You’d never seen it before, or maybe you had. You looked away and blinked. Seeing the outline of the light in dark colors everywhere you looked. Then you saw the kid again, staring at you.
You stood up and already scurried off under a piece of wood. Yet he knew you were there but you couldn’t help yourself. You’d rather die trying to survive than playing his game.
“Aw, hey buddy. I’m not going to hurt you,” his voice was now above you.
“Buddy,” you scoffed with a brow raised.
This kid was trying to act like a nice guy?
“Look, uh. I don’t know if you know English actually,” he said. You looked to the other exit of the wood tunnel and started to crawl through it. “But I’m not going to hurt you, okay?” he said. When you crawled out you saw him, staring right at you. He frowned but then his face lit up.
“Maybe you’re hungry,” he seemed determined as he scurried out of the room. You looked back at the red dust to see it stopped at… glass. Your heart dropped and you got out of the wooden tunnel. You looked around to see your worst nightmare. You were trapped in a glass box, and the only way out was up. Your heart started to pound against your chest and your hand touched it. You wanted to cry again, and you weren’t sure if it was possible to.
Then something fell right beside you, and you looked back up. The kids' fingers pulled away and you looked back down. There was a pile of food beside you and you licked your lips. The kid told you to go ahead and eat from the same source. He called it, KitCat? Whatever it was, it took you a moment but you dug right in. It tasted like heaven to you, it melted in your mouth and was sweet. A different kind of sweet from that one time you had the peel of an apple or any other food.
You’d sat down beside it and ate away till you were full. When you were done, you could feel his eyes burning the back of your head. You sighed, now full, at least feeling a little better, but what now?
“My name is Dustin,” he introduced himself.
Your brows shot up and you looked up at him.
“Dustin,” he pointed at himself.
The giant child was trying to have a conversation with you. You sighed, defeated, and took in a deep breath. You stood up and told him your name. This sent him into being a crazed maniac. He was giggling, gasping, and practically shouting at you. You just stared back up at him in shock at how overjoyed he was to hear you say a couple of words. You decided to stay quiet afterward, already regretting those words. You’d hidden under the wooden log and curled yourself up into a ball. You didn’t even have your damn hook anymore, you felt naked, useless. Eventually, the kid gave up, told you goodnight, and turned the lights off. Except yours. Thankfully it was a quiet night as you tried to fight off heavy eyelids. Eventually darkness, once again, got the best of you.
You felt weightless and then your face crashed into something. You blinked your eyes open and realized you were trapped in darkness. You rubbed your eyes and your body flung toward another wall in the darkness. You hissed in response and backed up to the other wall. You steadied yourself and then your heart sank.
Last night flashed before your eyes and now you were here. Stuck inside the trap he’d put you in last night. Going who knows where, and you couldn't fight it. You couldn’t do anything so you kicked the opening again. Nothing happened, but you did it again. You kicked again and again until you got tired.
Being thrown into a bag and tossed around was not ideal. All the while this kid, Dustin, said nothing to you. You sat, defeated in his trap, as loud muffled noises met your ears. It scared the hell out of you, to be in this position. Would he tell other humans about you? What was he going to do with you? It made your head hurt.
Time passed, and finally, the bag opened. You were lying down and were immediately met with new faces. They all looked wide-eyed, mouths dropped and they were all children.
“Oh what the…” you stood up while trying to sink back into the bag.
“What is that?” the boy with thick black hair said.
You raised a brow at that, that. They are referring to you as it?
Dustin told them your name and you rubbed your temple. Your neck strained looking up at a total of five new faces. Oh, you hated this, this is bad.
“What? Did you name it?” the boy with a bandana tied around his head asked.
“It’s my own name,” you spoke up.
All eyes snapped to you and you stayed seated. You looked over your shoulder and your eyes went wide. All you could see were patches of long thick green grass.
“This is insane,” the redhead girl said.
“Isn’t it so cool?” Dustin said giddily.
You followed the conversation, kinda, but eventually, you lost track of the topics. Something about a creature named Dart, and how Dustin found you. You hopped over the ledge and your feet were met with a soft ground. The blades of grass met your height and the edge of your lips tugged upward. You reached a hand out to touch it but then you got scooped up into a warm hand.
Damnit.
You struggled against their grip but their fingers just tightened around you. The world spun until you were met by the kids' faces again. They started to blur in front of you and your breath started to get shallow. Once again you’d faded into darkness.
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It had been a couple of days of being handled and biting your tongue. You’d still been staying in Dustin’s glass box, which was called an “aqua-something” you couldn’t remember. You’d occasionally see his pet “turtle” slowly walking around on the floor. You sat on the log with your head in your hands. Trying to think of a way out of the cage, since Dustin put down the mesh top on it. You were close to escape two nights ago but had managed to mess up your leg. It wasn’t till you were awkwardly walking around in the morning he’d made the connection.
You perked up when you heard the door and slid under the log. You watched Dustin walk in on his lonesome. That was odd, usually the other kids joined him to just watch you (creepy). He flopped onto the bed and huffed. You rested your hands on the log and watched him look sad. It actually made your heart crack at the sight. Dustin hadn’t treated you horribly, but not amazingly either. Yet, you knew human children were complicated. You’d heard his mom complain about his teenage years when you were still in the walls.
Your brows furrowed and you huffed. Yep, now you remembered why you hated him. He took you away from your quiet, peaceful life which would have ended in a trashy death. When you zoned back into reality Dustin was no longer in bed. The hairs on your neck rose as a shadow loomed over you. Exhausted, you just let him pick you up into his warm palms. He held you in a loose fist and you stared up at him.
“You’re still mad at me?” he asked.
You didn’t say anything and he sighed. Clearly, you were still upset over him holding you so tightly you’d passed out. The first time he showed you to his friends, he’d left bruises for days all over your ribs. They were sore alongside your pride, now with the addition of a possibly broken leg.
“I’m sorry,” he repeated for the millionth time. You looked away with little to no interest in his words. If you had any power over him, it was this. You didn’t give him what he wanted, and he’d leave you alone. Most of the time. This time he’d placed you in his backpack which had duck tape all over one side. You were surrounded by duck tape on the inside as well and pressed yourself up against it. He’d travel in silence the entire time and that freaked you out. The kid was always talking your ear off, even when you were pretending to not listen. Honestly, the things he said confused you but again, interested you.
In the darkness, you finally heard Dustin whispering. Another voice whispered back and soon enough you were jostled in the bag. You landed on your bad leg and bit down a yelp. The sound of the zipper was followed by light. You dragged yourself to the corner of the pocket and were still shed by a shadow.
“Dude, what are you talking about? There's nothing here,” a guy said.
“She’s probably hiding, hold on,” Dustin said.
Damn right, I am.
You pressed your back against the wall and hugged your knee to your chest. You blinked in surprise as the surface below you tipped. You started to slide and you had nothing to grab onto. Your good leg met with a hard surface and the bag disappeared. Your eyes darted around you and you found out you were on an open table. Escape was possible.
“What the–” you heard as Dustin cut off the voice.
“Right?” Dustin introduced you to the voice.
You slowly turned around to be met with someone older for once. You take a step back and cringe at the pain shooting up your leg. The guy looked at you with wide brown eyes but they softened. His tense shoulders relaxed and his brows furrowed. He put his hands on the table and he looked at Dustin.
“She’s scared, and looks like hell,” he said. Soon enough loud voices filled your ears as you started to step away to the edge of the table. You looked down at the drop which would surely end you. A shiver ran up your spine and you looked over your shoulder.
…
Steve watched you and his chest cracked at the sight. You were pale and were shaking like a leaf. Not to mention the limp in your walk. You’d been handled by Dustin and his knucklehead friends. He ran a hand through his hair and put a hand on his hip. He’d dealt with weird shit before but you were something entirely new. He didn’t want to freak you out, considering Dustin had helped in that department already.
“Okay okay,” Steve tapped the table, “Dustin, I’m taking her.”
“What?” Dustin asked and your head snapped to Steve.
Steve’s eyes went wide and he shook his head. “I mean, they’ll just stay with me. Dustin, clearly you’ve done enough.”
Dustin tried to fight his idea, claiming you’d been “found” by him. If anything you helped him, you vividly remember going insane in a trash can. That led him to opening it, so you really saved yourself, kinda.
“Dustin, just look at her,” Steve pointed at you.
Dustin’s anger washed away but no words followed.
“Steve!” Robin shouted from the other side of the doors.
“Yeah, I heard you!” Steve shouted back.
You jumped and he apologized immediately. Your tiny face finally looked up at him but he couldn’t detect your emotions. Once Dustin recapped Steve on what had happened up to this point, Robin burst in.
“Jesus,” Steve jumped and turned around to face her. He moved himself to cover you from her vision as Robin started to complain to him.
“C’mon doofus, it's my break time,” Robin exclaimed and continued to complain.
Your heart raced as you let Steve’s silhouette cover you from her eyes. Dustin kept looking at you but you could never meet his eyes. You sidestepped closer to Steve and the edge of the table. Your head was spinning, and you were losing sight of your escape plan “the plummet of doom” you’d called it 5 minutes ago.
“Oh my god, what is that?” you heard and you looked upward.
Robin, Steve, and Dustin loomed over you. Your heart plummeted to your stomach and you slid off the table. You hugged a leg of the table and made your way down. Shouts followed and then your fingers gave out. Hair whipped your face as you shut your eyes tight. Instead of being met with a hard floor you were met with something soft. You opened your eyes to see Steve staring down at you, inches away. Your face flushed at the closeness while he looked startled. His fingers cave in around you to hold you still and you don’t move.
“Jesus, who jumps off a ledge like that?” was the first thing he blurted.
#g/t#stranger things g/t#g/t stranger things#g/t writing#g/t thoughts#giant/tiny#borrower!reader#borrower!reader x steve harrington#g/t community#g/t fic#g/t fiction#giant tiny#I WILL WRITE PART 2 SOON#this was rough to start#but bare with me#it'll be good#gotta just do some build up first#thank you for reading :)
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Coming out as the spot apologist I believe my guy wasn’t born to be a fucked ass villain (still he makes a great one) bro was so polite in the beginning and even evacuated people in the alchemax in Mumbattan he was born to be silly how could you not love him🥺
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OMG, Claudia is our newest WATERBENDER.
#the dragon prince#tdp claudia#claudia tdp#claudia#tdp#waterbending#i know these screen caps have 1 pixel#my internet is bad ok#but bare with me#she is so powerful#girl power#mage queen
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Pookies, I know I pay this account literal dust but I’m gonna try to post more on here.
I have some requests I’m working on for this blog so stay tuned for that 👍🏽
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walking with a cane.
as written in my timeline / about section; i have a couple of reasons as to why sylvestre walks with a cane. the truth is - as a child, sylvestre was frequently poorly and an in ill health. he was the sort of child frequently dealing with bouts of whatever illness was commonly going around - a child born prematurely; always smaller and weaker than the other kids. it wasn't until his teens that he grew out of this frequent sickness and whilst taught as a dragoon - began to control his bouts of illness much better ( and largely, deal with them - pretend they were hardly there, even ).
however, as a young man ( and during a battle ) - he received quite a grievous injury to his hip & thigh ; this injury was the sharp end of a spear plunged into his flesh. though he'd done well to dodge the attack, the spear had landed in a way that sliced the skin from his hip to his knee - its tip, piercing the bone of his left thigh. such a terrible injury left him with a permanent limp and though minor initially, this was exaserbated in his age due to his old fragility as a child.
now, he walks with his cane - a cane embedded with crystals along its edge ( as a means to cast magic, should he need it ). his cane is largely for show as he can walk without it, but it does help a great deal - his old bones not what they once were ( which, honestly, was never much ).
#gonna have to start explaining my whacky headcanons#and i need to re-read lore entries honestly#but bare with me#BEAR with me#ohh where? haha-#nah but srsly#(headcanon.)
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Inside soap week 6 2023
The articles that includes the magazine
#inside soap#week 6 2023#060223 100623#emmerdale spoilers#the articles that includes the magazine#let me know if you want to read any of them#i'll post them for you#but bare with me#it's a bit hectic at work
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I was once at my aunts house, and my cousin had his friends over and they were talking about terrible teachers, and I said something like "I don't think I really had any bad teachers." (I'd totally forgotten about the teachers I had who had made me cry for reasons I will not get into)''
And my dumbass cousin is like "Oh I would have thought you'd name: (faculty member who was very definitely not a teacher) who did (Potentially Traumatic thing)"
and just .... don't do that?. Don't bring up the traumatic thing. Not even if it's only potentially Traumatic. Don't do it.
#tw:Trauma#trauma not named#but is eluded too#trauma#cousin#The thing that makes it only 'potentially traumatic and not 'full on traumatic' is because it could have happened but didn't#but it also went from 'accident' one day to 'intentional' the next.#and I know that makes no sense.#but bare with me
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headcanon : will has learned to do cornrows and braids solely for his daughter ayesha 😩
#no you will not understand this yet#but bare with me#it is fucking adorable#now.... if only i could write this.#bye#will halstead#just like old times
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hey. don’t cry. crush four cloves of garlic into a pot with a dollop of olive oil and stir until golden then add one can of crushed tomatoes a bit of balsamic vinegar half a tablespoon of brown sugar and stir for a few minutes adding a handful of fresh spinach until wilted and mix in half a cup of grated parmesan cheese and pasta of your choice ok?
#ITS MY FAVOURITE PASTA RECIPE#tastes so so good and delicious and hearty and warm#doesn’t require many ingredients or effort and is so yummy#I have sensory issues and digestive disorders and this recipe brings me so much joy#barely anything to remember!!! rich while still easy on the stomach!!!!#listen to my gibberish boy#you can add any amount of sugar and vinegar and cheese it works regardless#I UPPED THE GARLIC BECAUSE OF FEEDBACK BTW#AND PUT THE CHEESE AT THE END TO AVOID IT STICKING TO THE POT
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classic online experience
#its me#doodle#teenagers are fighting wars with each other that adults can only barely hope to comprehend
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fascinated/horrified by this set of tweets…
#the thing about these tweets is the absolutely rancid entitlement in them and then the attempt to justify it#'keep up a charade that the floor is clean' do you... not clean your house? do you not mop the floors??????????#anyway. are you americans okay???#specifically…. are white americans ok????#is the right to keep your shoes on also written into your constitution?#also the getting sick is 99 per cent random tweet is giving me brain damage#anyway. nobody is coming into my home with their outside shoes on#and if the feel of your bare feet on the floors i clean almost every day is so revolting to you#we have inside shoes?????#polls#*r
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megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader
tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.
ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.
gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"
gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"
gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"
honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?
he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?
apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.
he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.
while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.
his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.
and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.
he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—
"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.
while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"
oh.
gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.
megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.
"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.
you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."
gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.
"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.
your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.
"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"
"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.
the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.
you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.
he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.
"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."
this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.
gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.
"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"
just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.
"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"
nice.
"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.
you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.
megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"
"shut it, kid."
#m!writes#im trying to get better at writing shorter fics#so bare w me#jujutsu kaisen#jujutsu kaisen x reader#jujutsu kaisen fluff#jjk#jjk x reader#jjk fluff#gojo#gojo x reader#gojo fluff#gojo satoru#gojo satoru x reader#gojo satoru fluff#jujutsu kaisen imagines#jjk imagines#gojo imagines#gojo satoru imagines
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brb about to become a bg3 sex speedrunner
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I could get the clink for life, or the electric chair. But I don’t want to die a virgin.
#they put crack in this movie I don’t know what to tell u guys#ur just gonna have to bare with me until I recover#lisa frankenstein#Lisa Frankenstein fanart#lisa swallows#lisa x creature#my art#not my ocs
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I love the plot of Splatoon games because it’s just
“hello Young Child I am a War Veteran, you must help my grandchildren Taylor Swift and Billie Eilish to save our cities only form of energy. A giant fucking Eel. Have this gun.”
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