GETO: FOLLOW ME DOWN THIS PATH CALLED ‘LOVE’.

lumberjack jason lives rent free in the back of my mind😮‍💨

They got him a “gift.”

More than welcome to repost with credit!!

😂😂😂 i love this

@poohbea @honeyed-hedonist

… you let him in.

shoutout to everyone who wants to infodump but cant string together coherent thoughts to form sentences and instead just look at you like this

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Geto as milkman….imma milk him fr.

I told him “smile if yo pp big”

Skintones here

🙂‍↕️👍🏾 Ace.

I get being upset that your favourite character died, but some people need to calm down and get back in touch with reality. Some of those death threats are really fucked up. "when I catch you Gege" or airing your frustration in a snappy comment is one thing, but talking about stalking someone, killing their loved ones in front of them and other gritty details is way too far. You know you're saying this about a real person, right? The one who died was the fictional character. Chill. Even if Gege will never see this, I don't know how some people can say this about a person who is simply writing a story in a way you don't agree with. If you wanna be upset about something and swear bloody murder, there are plenty real problems to deal with and people who deserve that kind of attitude way more because they are hurting real people.

OH, MY HUSBAND! feat. fushiguro toji

word count: 502

summary: toji overhears you calling him your husband to your friend. a/n: shorter post today, sorry! send ask, mayhaps?

You’re on a video call with a friend when Toji arrives home from a job, curled up on the sofa as you scroll on your phone with your laptop set up on the coffee table. From the tiny window of the screen, your friend offers him a wave. Following  their gaze, you send him a smile and gesture him over.

“Come here,” you murmur fondly, hand wrapping loosely around his arm to pull him closer and press a kiss to the corner of his mouth, lips hovering just over his scar. He lets you move him; it always feels so domestic in a way he still struggles to fathom. “How was work?”

@poohbea

i absolutely live for this dialogue! it’s so sweet and playful you captured the dynamic so well OP! this was such a good read. made my heart all gooey 🥹. sigh, i love this man with my whole heart.

AND ON THAT NIGHT

°❀°•༢ ❥SYNOPSIS: With his account just a few cents from a negative, Toji turns to his favorite site to ease his woes. Until a certain ad gains his attention...and feeds his need for cash. He'll just meet up with a lonely lady who's half a mile away!

°❀°•༢ ❥PAIRINGS: : widow!fem!reader x toji fushiguro

°❀°•༢ ❥CW: : 9.2k words, pwp, dubcon(?), mentions of death, age gap (toji’s 35, reader’s 27), use of pet names, implied mommy kink, grinding, teasing, n*pple play, oral(f. receiving), power play, c.eating(?), toji's mean, use of protection, I'm probably forgetting some but that's the gist

°❀°•༢ ❥WORDS FROM CHRIS: : Man...I wrote and that's how we got here.

the man for hire m.list

alright, after sitting on this fic the whole morning i’m here to give my input. it did something to my brain. gave me the most insane toji brainrot. because whether it came from the dialogue or just the action description i could fuckin’ hear this man in my mind so damn clearly.

chris… this fucking LINE.

my FUCKING BRAIN CHEMISTRY!! oh can hear it that deep ass voice of his. i had to pause and read it again and again and AGAIN cause it… WOO

and then! and then we got the part where he stops cause he's gonna cum before you and he can't have that. so there’s this suspended moment of anticipation as you ask him if he's okay.

idk why but the words you used. the image that a ‘drop of his hips’ creates for me is diabolical. DO YOU HEAR ME CHRIS?! DIABOLICAL!

but anyways that’s my two cents… i’m gonna go ignore the toji thoughts that are floating around in my brain.

“Hello from my house” - Alaa Shahwan from Gaza