So The Shower Perch Fell Off The Wall Today And Mia Got A Bit More Water Than She Bargained For

straight up you're not blogging unless your butt naked leaned back in a chair smoking a badly rolled blunt and the ash is falling onto your bare chest and it hurts and it hurts and it hurts

big fan of repetition in poetry. like hell yeah say that shit again

if you want art made by weirdos again you’re gonna have to accept that some of those weirdos will be non palatable to you

Yoshida is NOT the death devil I can’t believe y’all would say some disrespectful shit like that😭 I’ll be real I’ll be surprised if the death devil is even in the human world because there’s no way a fear as instinctual and old as of death could be killed in hell, unless by chainsaw, like I just find that notion silly. If death is gonna be in the main cast then it’s either of their own will as one of the primal fears, or because they’ve been harnessed and are now weaponized by some shady organization (see Yoshida). Secondly WHY out of ANY alter ego they could pick would death want to be Yoshida. He is a hentai subgenre he is fujobait he is godawful at his job he has served no role in this manga so far besides show up when no one wants him act like a creep and then leave. He has knowledge on the horsemen (and there’s good reason to believe he even knows them) but that certainly doesn’t guarantee him being a horseman himself. He’s powerful, that much is certain, but if he can get bodied by Quanxi and intercepted by Infinity I don’t think he could possibly measure up statistically to what Fujimoto has in store for Death’s potential character.

STRAWBERRIES & WHIPPED CREAM

about gojo can’t help but spoil you on christmas eve.

ft. gojo x f!reader

p.s.! part of a white christmas collab by my love @hiraizens ⊹˚. a little suggestive but still sfw

even after all this time dating gojo, you still aren’t used to the way he looks at you. your heart flutters when you meet his lovestruck gaze as you hesitantly walk out of your bedroom in a very pretty, very expensive dress.

“satoru… this is too much.”

“too much for me to take, maybe. you’re killing me here,” his gaze doesn’t stray as he gets closer to you. he grabs for you as soon as you’re in reach, brushing your hair behind your shoulders, tracing down your arms to intertwine your hands together. “gimme a twirl?”

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