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The killing of Palestinians is still going, boycotting is still going

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@purpleanimeturtle drew this for me, so now we have matching profiles!!!!!!

Thank you Mars!! Love ya😚

I'm very tired of this "queer college students should stop supporting Palestine, they'd kill you there!" I watched a hijabi ask a trans man, "but what name do you want to go by?" A butch giving a woman their hoodie so that she could keep her hair covered after the cops took her scarf. Muslim girls making sure the lesbian couple got through the system together. Religious men making sure purple haired protestors got out safe. I don't want to hear it. Solidarity forever, free Palestine.

A school bus graveyard post that I made on tiktok! I love love love sbg and I can't believe that this is the first thing I've made on it lol

A Loving Feeling

This is my first post on Tumblr after about three years of lurking- and it is a Gojo x reader. Gn reader, but I kind of rushed writing it, so please tell me if there are any mistakes! Thank you, and I hope you enjoy this small thing for right now!

A loving feeling- drabble pt.1 This will be something like a series, but I think they will each be able to be read on their own :) 1308 words, but it seems shorter than that :(

“It’s insane how smitten you are with them when you haven’t even had a conversation with them yet.”

Satoru jumped about a foot into the air after he heard Geto’s voice from behind him. He broke his gaze away from the training field where you stood talking to Nanami, to instead glare at Geto.

“I’m not smitten. And we have had a conversation before. You just weren’t there.”

“Nuh huh, if you ever had a conversation with them you would've blabbered all about it to me. Face it, you are too scared to talk to them.” Satoru scoffed and rolled his eyes.

“Me, the strongest person ever, afraid to talk to a fellow second year classmate? I don’t think so.” Geto laughed as he leaned into the railing. They were standing next to the vending machines, and that made Geto piece together the truth and a little story in his mind.

Geto had sent Satoru to get him a drink so that way he didn’t have to take a break from studying. Satoru whined, but it had been a solid twenty minutes of him being gone when Geto decided to go looking for him. You had been training with the first years all morning, even checking in with Geto asking if he wanted to join, ignoring Satoru as you did. Geto had declined then, but now he was wondering what would’ve been the result if he had agreed and had brought Gojo with him.

“You know, soon enough they are going to feel you staring at them.”

(That was a partial lie. You could already always feel it when he was staring at you.)

Satoru pushed Geto slightly as his aggravation raised.

“Fine! I will prove to you right now! Stay here and watch as I woo them!” Geto watched as Satoru puffed out his chest and started walking towards as he stalked over to where you were still standing. Geto chuckled.

This was gonna be fun.

Satoru cleared his throat once he was a few steps away from you. Nanami sighed as you turned towards you with a raised eyebrow.

“Can I help you Gojo?” there was a slight hostility in your voice that made Satoru’s heart drop and beat wildly at the same time.

Who knew one person could have this kind of effect on the strongest jujutsu sorcerer?

Geto did.

And after this conversation, Nanami did too.

“Well, sweets, I was just wondering if you needed any help over here. You know, you’ve been here all morning. I also noticed how many cursed tools are lying around. And I couldn’t help but ponder, thinking that you probably needed a really strong and muscular-” Gojo flexed both of his arms as if he were a statue of a greek god ”- man like me to help you move all of them, you know?”

Silence followed his words. You and Nanami stared at Gojo as sweat began to become visible on his forehead.

“Did you mean to say that you think they're weak?” Nanami spoke up first, and at his words panic sank into Satoru’s bones.

“No! I just-”

“Gosh Gojo, I knew you were an egoistic jerk, but that is something else! You may have a super flashy and powerful curse technique, but we are still both the same curse grade you know!” and now you were angry with him.

Satoru’s eyes flickered to Nanami to see if maybe he could see that he didn’t mean it that way, but once he saw that small smirk on his face he too felt a little more angry.

That jerk! He definitely knew what he was doing! It was probably payback from the time Satoru stole Nanami’s baked goods!

Right before Satoru could pounce on him and show him to respect his elders, another voice called out to him and an arm was flung around his shoulder.

“What's up you guys?” Geto had practically saved all of them in that single moment.

“Oh, good thing you’re here, Geto! Do you think you could help me clean all of this?”

“Of course-”

“Wait! You know, I really can help you! And I really didn't mean it like th-”

“Haven’t you done enough for right now Gojo? Go rest your 'strongest' body of yours.” your words were a little bit like a knife to the heart, but god, how could he ever say no to you when you have your eyes on him? No matter what kind of attention he was receiving from you, right now, he would take all of it.

He let out a quiet “Okay” and then trudged all of the way back to the vending machines.

“You know,” Geto started as he continued to pile up the cursed tools in his arms, “Maybe you could be nicer to Satoru? I really believe that he wants you to like him.”

You scoffed a bit as you also picked up some tools. “If he wanted me to be nice to him, maybe he shouldn’t act the way he does. Do you remember the prank he pulled last year?” He laughed a bit at the mention.

“I do. Did he tell you that he regretted it?”

“No! But anyway, my hair was bright pink for a month! And my skin was green! No one took me seriously like that, and now people still use it as an excuse to look down on me. I hate those higher up old people!” You finished your rant as you dumped all of the tools inside of the closest shed. Geto did the same as he started talking again.

“You know, Satoru hates them too. I think you guys have a lot in common, but I think you should at least try talking to him a bit more. Have one conversation, at least.” A quiver of his lips and a pout settled on his face. “For me?” you practically gagged.

“Fine. But never make that face again, please.” His genuine smile almost made your new hunt for Gojo worth it.

Satoru was sitting in the classroom, wondering if he even had a will to live any more. It seemed to sink in that you hated him, and you totally preferred his best friend over him. He really didn’t mean any harm with his words, he mostly spoke them so that way you could see how capable and amazing he is. He groaned and lowered his to be laying on top of his crossed arms that on the desk. He felt totally helpless.

The sound of the door gently opening practically made him groan again. “Geto, I really don’t need to hear anything else about how you think I should have more conversations with people. Especially not-”

But a giggle cut him off. One that made his head shot up and his ears flush slightly.

“Oh, hey.” he had to be the lamest guy on the planet.

“Hi.” you awkwardly took the seat next to him, the one that was oftentimes occupied by Geto.

“So,” just one word from you had him on the edge of his chair. “I guess… I guess I’m sorry for how I lashed out at you earlier. I understand that you wanted to help.”

Satoru’s eyes widened at how sincere your voice sounded. And how you were looking at him, with that small smile and clear eyes- god he could just melt and then die.

“I’m sorry for not treating you right I guess. I’m also sorry about that prank I pulled on you. Should we call this a truce and start over or….?”

You smiled a bit more, and that was answer enough for Satoru.

“Sure, Gojo.” you stuck out your hand and whispered out your name.

Satoru just grinned and took your hand in his and twisted it slightly so that way he could press a soft kiss into your knuckles.

“I know.”

So, ik this isn't a fanfic, but today me and my siblings went out antiquing, and I found home ick Frankie nib!!!!!!

+what my siblings found 🫶 she was only 15 dollars😭

Ever since I was a little girl I’ve loved information

"Friends dont look at friends that way" COWARD. I look at my friends with awe in my eyes, my chest is filled with love, im glowing because i get to be near my friends. I look at my friends and i would give them my everything. SO SKILL ISSUE, look at your friends with all the love that you have