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A man that apparently had everything yearner for one thing. And that was the voice of one man that he desperately wanted to hear. The beat of a pocket watch slowly ticking on his hand. He kept that pocket watch as it was as his heart. The face of a man he desperately wanted to see was now lying in bed motionless. The face of a man who sacrificed himself for a company that he verily wanted to protect. So, how could he call him a fool when he himself is a fool too?

"if you were a girl, loving you wouldn’t be a sin.” god forbid for two teen boys to be in love. but the two of them couldn’t do anything but obey. because they both knew that there were eyes that’s always watching, the judgement they’ll face. and that’s what they’re afraid of. they believe if they die together, they’ll be born again. as opposite genders this time where people and god wouldn’t see them as a sin. they believe that they’ll find each other even if it’s in another body. but their souls know each other, they believe that even wherever they go, they’ll try their hardest just to be with each other. they both just want to be together where there’s no religious involved, no eyes judging them. and that’s what’s cruel about these two teen boys’ story. they just want to be home far away. though they don’t know where they’ll go. as long as they have each other, that’s what’s enough for them.

Perhaps that's why the scar beneath Secretive Plotter's eye looks like a tear.
          Because after 1,863 regressions...
          even his scars learned how to cry.
          He spent an eternity searching for the god who ruined his life.
          The one who forced him to watch countless worlds collapse.
          The one who made him bury companions until he forgot the sound of their voices.
          The one who condemned him to become a constellation that could only watch.
          He wanted answers.
          He wanted someone to blame.
          Perhaps... he even wanted revenge.
          Instead....
          he found a lonely child.
          A frightened boy curled over a cracked phone screen, reading a story just to survive another day.
          Not a monster.
          Not a merciless god.
          Just a child who clung to Ways of Survival because reality had given him nothing else to hold onto.
          And somehow...
          that hurt even more.
          Because how do you hate a child who was surviving in the only way he knew how?
          How do you raise your sword against the one person who stayed beside your story until its very last page?
          So Secretive Plotter did the one thing he had always done.
          He endured.
          He lowered his blade.
          He reached out his hand.
          And instead of killing the god who had unknowingly condemned him to 1,863 lifetimes of despair...
          he carried him.
          Perhaps that was always Secretive Plotter's tragedy.
          Even after the universe stole everything from him.....
          his companions,
          his world,
          his name,
          and even the man he used to be...
          it couldn't steal the part of him that still chose to save someone.
          Not even the child who had unknowingly become the reason for all his suffering.
          Perhaps that is why the scar beneath his eye resembles a tear.
          Not because Secretive Plotter cried.
          But because his grief had long since outlived tears.
          It carved itself into his face instead.
          A reminder...
          that even after becoming something beyond human,
          there was still a man inside him—
          quietly mourning the life he never got to live.
          —  —

"Stranger Things"? Imao more like i want a STRANGER to do THINGS to my balls tonight Imaooo

*takes a deep breath* HIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIII!!!!!!!!!!!!!

⸝⸝ ꒰ Happy birthday, my love!! Hehe

Happy birthday!

.... It's my born to die day today guys sigh happy birthday self ig lmao

Can someone help me find that one book about JJK (it's Gojo x Male reader x Geto) where the mc is like the last one remaining chakra holder if I remember correctly... I BADLY WANNA REREAD THAT BOOK CUZ THE PLOT AND WRITING IS PEAKK *sob sob*

GODDAMNIT ARRRGHHHH I swear homophobes are my daily boss fight and I didn’t even sign up for this game.
          
          Like HOW are you this loud, this wrong, and this committed to being annoying?? Pick a struggle, I’m begging.
          
          I can’t even hate in peace without them popping up like pop-up ads—unskippable, ugly, and absolutely useless.
          
          ARRGGHHH go outside, touch grass, hug a tree—do SOMETHING that isn’t embarrassing yourself in 4K over people existing.
          
          I’m not even mad anymore, I’m just exhausted and slightly homicidal in spirit—like can y’all uninstall yourselves from my timeline??