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before pride month ends does anyone wanna admit they have a crush on me

Reblog if you’re bisexual, support bisexual people or are actually a bunch of tiny velociraptors in a human suit

Thank you to everyone who liked me and was my friend. Sadly, my depression is getting out of control, and I can't stand it any longer.

I don't know if I will be okay or not. I just want to feel happy again, but all there is waiting is despair. My medications aren't helping. I am desperately seeking happiness, only to find nothing.

If I don't make myself disappear permanently, I will be back.

“platonic age gaps are problematic-“

are you guys really not friends with your parents? your siblings? your older and younger cousins? your professors and teachers and mentors? the regulars at the cafe twice your age? your motherfucking grandparents? open your eyes and your hearts to what a friend can be.

Not feminist as in "women should be included in the draft" but feminist as in "being drafted is a violation of bodily autonomy for any gender".

The draft should not exist. Drafting people into the military is a violation of human rights. You should not be able to force someone to risk their life. If you can't find enough people who care about a conflict to keep it going then it simply shouldn't keep going. You can't even force someone to donate a kidney using government power, why the fuck can you force them to donate their whole body and life to a cause they don't agree with or don't care about?

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NATIVE CARBON DIOXIDE FOUND ON JUPITER’S MOON EUROPA

Yes.

Chapter 68: Encounter

cw ✩ ˖  ݁ . domestic abuse (reader is married). zombie apocalypse au. mentions of blood + bruises. violence. death

you and sukuna ryomen had spoken twice before all hell broke loose.

the first time was in front of the elevators — you held an ice pack to your bruised eye, gentle smile on your face despite your predicament as you softly waved at his kid brother, who smiled wide at you, one of his front teeth missing.

“what happened to your face, miss?”

he had smacked him ever so lightly on the back of his head, caused him to yelp out an ouchie, ‘kuna!

“you don’t ask ladies that, brat.”

but your smile had grown, happy to have a conversation. “it’s okay,” you had told them, looking from the tall stranger then to his child. “i’m just really clumsy. i ran into a door.”

the elevator dinged and sukuna ryomen had a feeling you were lying.

the second time was on the roof of the apartment building, late into the night, no adorable toothless kid in sight. your lip was busted that time around.

he was on his second cigarette when you popped up.

“want one?” he inhaled, savored the smoke, exhaled.

“no, thank you. my husband isn’t a fan of the smell — so i should probably leave.” you had laughed, every bit melancholic and unsure.

he figured out the reason of your bruised eye and bloody lip that night.

without hesitation, he dropped the remaining half of his cigarette and stepped on it with his boot.

you were a little dazed, stuck in place.

to have a stranger do something kind for you.

“is,” you cleared your throat almost awkwardly, “is your son already asleep?”

“he’s my brother,” he had shoved his hands into the pockets of his coat, let out a puff of winter air. “his name’s yuuji. i’m sukuna. we live in 104.”

you had told him your name. apartment 107. the fact you only —

“don’t take care of that kid. what’s he to you?”

your husband sits across from you a few feet away, elbows resting on his knees, bottle of beer in hand.

you sit next to a sleeping yuuji, hand brushing his pink hair away from his face — you had made sure to clean all the grime from his chubby cheeks with a baby wipe. had fed him a portion of your food. had put him to sleep as his older brother looked for supplies on the upper floors.

“he doesn’t have to be anything of me. he’s a child that needs to be taken care of.”

your husband tsks and stands, throws his beer bottle to the side, makes you wince.

“don’t,” he grabs your forearm roughly, makes you stand up. “take care of the fuckin’ kid.”

you grit your teeth. “don’t touch me.”

your husband laughs before sukuna ryomen appears — grabs him by the collar of his shirt and drags him away from the room on the first floor you started occupying after the infection spread.

he throws your husband on the ground rather roughly, straddles him and throws a nasty punch to the side of his face — another to his nose, mouth, the other side of his head. then, he looses coordination and punches aimlessly — until your husband’s face is disfigured and gushing blood.

“didn’t you fucking hear her, scum?”

you stare with your mouth agape, tears brimming your eyes as you watch sukuna’s grey shirt get stained red.

when he’s done, he turns to you.

you can’t help but to see him as a knight. a savior.

“thank you,” you throw yourself into his arms, sob uncontrollably into his chest. wrap your arms around his body tightly. “thank you, sukuna.”

his hesitancy is palpable, until he slowly wraps his arms around you. mouth dry, knuckles busted and aching as his adrenaline subsides. as he’s wrapped in a blanket of comfort. softness. the faint smell of you.

he swallows and the truth hits his stomach — he’s willing to do anything for you.

You are absolutely adorable and if I had a swimming pool, I'd keep you as a pet.

everyone that follows me….

IMMA TOUCH U🫵🏻👹