‘tis The Season 🖤🕷️🦇

shushu tong

When you that girl 💕✨

The war in Sudan has reached its 10th month. The war has been met with a global indifference or there has been no desire to act from many world leaders.

8 million people have fled their homes and millions of Sudanese people have emergency food insecurity, with 5 million people on the brink of famine. even the neighbouring country Chad has had to declare a food insecurity emergency due to the mass amount of Sudanese people that have fled to Chad. (By no fault of their own of course)

Faced with a media blackout which is over a week at this point we need to continue to amplify the voices and plight of the Sudanese people.

#freesudan till it’s backwards 🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩🇸🇩

u think i am joking but this is genuinely how i look while writing: “god, you’re so fucking wet” and “such a good girl” for the hundreth time in my miserable existence

“oh gosh…” you moaned as your finger nails slide down the mans back, his arm under yours as you laid on your back. His fingers having a grip on your grey pillows. Your arms had no choice but to go over his shoulders

As his lower half fit perfectly in between yours before your thighs were so far apart, welcoming him in. Both of you bare and sweaty because yall were both on the edge.

He moves his hips in circular motion, digging his fat tip on your g-spot. “Oh- choso no more! I wanna cum!” You whined and his fingers moved your braids away from your face, looking down and at your ruined makeup, mascara sliding down, false individual eyelashes still attached, gloss and slobber around your mouth from the kissing and you moaning with your mouth wide open.

“No more?” He bites your bottom lip and you tighten your pussy around his already fat ass dick. He groans and pushes into you harder, hips still attached to eachother but thighs separating from each small but deep thrust. “You wanna cum on my shit huh?” He moves his lips closer to your ear. “Want me to fucking breed that nasty pussy huh?”

“I-im cumming- ouuuu fuck!” You cried as you heart started beating a little faster, tears forming and thighs trembling. But your thighs wasn’t the only one, chose hips started getting sloppy, getting off because your getting off, he sits up moving his arms from under you and putting both of his hands on your neck, now his hips are disconnected from your just to smack down harshly the neck, “touch the clit baby, want you to squirt on it.”

And you did, you did and you felt it.

You breathing turning labored and the feeling in your stomach that traveled to your toes and spine.

His face turnt into one of hurt, biting his lips so hard as manly whimpers fall through the closed mouth, eyebrows frowning and eyes unfocused.

That was it for you. You squirted and it was to much!

“Oh, fuckfuckfuuuck yes baby.” He moans and pulls you up by your neck, he sits on his heels just so he can fuck up into you like a desperate puppy. “I-imma fucking cum, gonna breed that pussy, ov-over and f-fuckin over again i swear princess.” One hand held on your lower back while the other one gripped the back of your neck as you felt the warm nut feeling you up.

building a new life and identity໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹ ʚ🐇ɞ 🌸

building a new identity and life for urself is actually easier than it sounds. u only need to commit to the new identity.

who is the person that u want to be? how do they act? what is their education? that’s the first question to ask urself. i talked about a garden analogy in one of my previous posts but just in case u missed that i’ll remind u:

so basically imagine urself as a gardener and ur life is ur garden. it’s boundless. u can fill the garden with flowers 🌸 and plants, anything u desire really. think of ur desires as the flowers that u fill ur garden 🪴 with. the plants that u water the most or the pay the most attention to will grow beautifully. this is how manifestation is. 

so what i’ve been doing lately is keeping 2-3 affirmations on loop in my brain whenever i get a minute to. (kinda like when u put something on queue in ur mind) when im doing mindless activities or something. i’ll repeat the affirmations in my mind OR out loud. but i’ll only do this when i want to. (cuz nothing in manifestation should be forced) 

doing this, i kinda imagine my affirmations as watering my manifestations 🪷. now that we’ve established setting up ur garden, let’s FILL it. (this is the funnest part) i want u to write down who u desire to be as though u were already that person living that life. so you’d title ur page (who i am) 

my name is ___ i am ___ years old 

ur personality and character traits 

ur skills and talents 

ur appearance 

ur self concept and how life treats u 

ur education 

ur relationships

how long it takes u to get everything u want 

literally EVERYTHING. this is scripting. ur creating a script in which ur reality will follow. next we need to PRACTICE the script. 

how do we do that? being delulu, affirming, manifestation exercises, daydreaming, SATS, literally PRETENDING. fulfilling urself in ur imagination is u practicing the script. 

once the script is persisted in enough and we’ll practiced you’ll see it play out in ur life. congratulations, you’ve built a new life and identity for urself <3

I feel like a lot of people write gojo when he’s being playful or sarcastic but could you write moments where he’s serious or he’s genuinely having a heart to heart with the reader?

yesss i love these concepts! in my opinion i think he’s sexier when he’s more serious because we rarely see that side of himmmm 😛

“i quit.”

satoru froze in the middle of adjusting his jacket, the sound of your voice cutting through the quiet in the room.

he turned to look at you, his brow furrowing as confusion painted his features.

“what?” he asked, his tone laced with disbelief. his eyes narrowed as he studied your face, trying to make sense of what you just said.

“i quit,” you repeated, your voice steady but quiet.

you were done. done with the constant pressure, the constant fear of what might happen next. done with the world you had found yourself in, a world of curses, jujutsu sorcery, the thought of losing yourself completely, of dying before you even had a chance to live, had become too much to bear.

satoru’s eyes softened, but the confusion never left. “babe… you can’t just quit. not like this. not when things are tough.”

“and why not?” you shot back, unable to keep the frustration out of your voice.

“why do you think i have to keep doing this? why do i have to keep risking my life, getting dragged into these fights, and walking away with more scars every time? i’m just… tired of almost dying.”

your words hung heavy in the air between you two, and for a moment, the room felt suffocating.

“you’re not the only one who’s tired,” he said softly, but there was a firmness beneath his words that didn’t match the softness of his expression.

he took a step toward you, like he was trying to reach out to you in the only way he knew how. “but quitting isn’t the answer. when things get tough, you don’t just quit.”

he didn’t understand. how could he? he was Satoru Gojo. nothing fazed him. he was invincible, or so it seemed. but you weren’t like him. you didn’t have that same untouchable strength. you were just human, and your body was starting to feel the toll of everything you had been through.

“you wouldn’t understand anyway,” you muttered, barely able to meet his gaze. “i don’t know why i even bothered telling you.”

the words felt like a slap in the face to him, and you immediately regretted saying them. his eyes hardened, but the anger didn’t burn, not the way it normally would when he felt disrespected.

“don’t say that,” he replied, his voice low, almost too gentle.

“i may not understand what you’re going through, but that doesn’t mean i don’t care. i’m not gonna let you throw everything away just because it’s hard. if you quit, you’re just letting the world win.”

“maybe that’s what i want,” you shot back, the bitterness slipping out before you could stop it.

“maybe i want to stop fighting. i’m exhausted, satoru. fighting, training, always putting myself in danger for some cause that doesn’t even feel like mine. all i’ve done is survive—barely. and for what? to risk my life over and over again? i’m done.” you exhaled sharply, trying to hold back the tears that had been threatening to spill. “i just don’t care anymore.”

satoru’s expression shifted. there was no anger, no frustration anymore, just a deep sadness. he stepped closer, closing the distance between you two until there was barely any space left. he gently placed a hand on your shoulder, his fingers curling around the fabric of your shirt.

“i get it,” he said softly, the words so different from the usual brashness of his character. “i get that you’re hurting. but you can’t quit. not like this. not because it’s hard. i won’t let you give up on yourself. i can’t.”

he paused, his thumb gently brushing your skin as his eyes locked onto yours, as if searching for something.

“look, i don’t know what it’s like to be where you are. i don’t know what it feels like to be on the edge of giving up, but i do know this: you matter to me. a lot. and i’ll fight beside you because i care about you. i care about you more than you know.”

the sincerity in his voice cut through you like a knife, and despite yourself, your heart ached.

“i’m not letting you quit,” he continued, his words steady. “if you want to stop fighting, that’s fine. but you’ll have to do it with me. i’m not going anywhere.”

you could feel your chest tighten, the weight of your emotions threatening to break free. you had been so consumed by fear, by exhaustion, that you had almost forgotten the one thing that truly mattered. not the curses, not the missions, but the people who cared about you. and the one person who was always there, even when you tried to shut him out.

you closed your eyes for a moment, taking a shaky breath. “i just don’t know if i can keep doing this,” you admitted, your voice barely a whisper. “i’m scared.”

“i know you are,” he replied, his hand gently cupping your face.

“and that’s okay. but you don’t have to be scared alone. i’m here, and i’m not letting you go through this on your own.“

you stared at him, the weight of his words settling in your chest. maybe you couldn’t quit. not like this. not when you had someone who would stand by you, even in your darkest moments. and maybe, just maybe, that was enough to keep going.

why did they let her dieeeee! i was really rooting for good!beatrix and they fucked it all up 😞

at least I’m trying

MOONLIGHT; ariana grande

"The sun is setting and you're right here by my side and the movie is playing but we won't be watching tonight."

"Hurry, hurry, hurry!" Y/n gushed as she finished setting up the area for their movie night.

"Coming!" Jack yelled grabbing their favorite snacks and making his way over.

He sat down right next to his girlfriend and wrapped an arm around her.

"What movie genre babe?" Y/n said turning hulu on.

"I don't know, maybe a horror movie?" Jack said taking the remote out of y/n's hand.

"You know how I feel about scary stuff." Y/n whined pushing Jacks head softly.

"Well you shouldn't have asked." Jack winked scrolling through the options.

He picked a random horror movie & as expected y/n was feeling quite antsy.

They were only thirty minutes into the movie and Y/n kept hiding in Jack's neck.

"Jack can we please watch something else?" Y/n said into his neck.

"Okay y/n." Jack said exiting out of the movie, scrolling through other genres.

"Thank you." Y/n smiled kissing jacks cheek.

"He's so bossy, he makes me dance tryna sit in the back of his whip and just cancel my plans."

"Fuck me please!" Y/n moaned grinding onto his clothed crotch.

"We can't your gonna be late for your meeting!" Jack said holding onto her hips.

"Fuck a meeting, your my priority right now." Y/n responded kissing down her lover's neck.

"No love you have to go, we can continue this at home." Jack said grabbing her neck and kissing her.

"Fine." Y/n said slowly crawling to the front seat. She giggled when she felt Jack smack her ass.

"He knows just what it does when he's holding me tight and he calls me moonlight too."

"Are you sure you don't want my jacket?" Jack asked holding it up.

"No i'm okay." Y/n said shivering slightly.

Jack shook his head and wrapped his jacket around her.

"You don't have to lie moonlight." Jack said pecking his lover's cheek.