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[justnoodlefishthings]

"Coca-Cola made an AI ad!"

"McDonald's releases AI Christmas commercial!!"

Don't care didn't ask plus here's a beautifully animated ad for a French supermarket that was made by actual artists

[sibmakesart]

I SAW THE CHARACTER DESIGNER WORK ON ARTSTATION AND THUS THE SHORT TO MY ARTISTS FRIENDS AND THEY WERE LIKE YEAH WE KNOW EVERYBODY WANTS TO FUCK THE INTERMARCHÉ WOLF ???? WHAT !!!!

beautiful art direction tho and the anims amazing yay ❤️

[carrionhearted]

Sorry for infodumping about my special interest out of nowhere, you said a keyword and it activated my unskippable dialogue

[ur-daily-inspiration]

[professional-egg-layer]

[squiblysabre]

[mysharona1987]

[ibr860]

FREE PALESTINE FROM ZIONISTS

FREE PALESTINE FROM ISRAEL

WE WANT PALESTINIANS FREEDOM

FREE PALESTINE APARTHEID ISRAEL

FROM THE RIVER TO THE SEA PALESTINE WILL BE FREE

[ruchimochi]

12.24

📁. It's Christmas eve and you're patiently waiting for your husband who promised he'll be back before December 25th.

A/N: angst, profanity, mentions of death, a happy ending... Maybe?

Gojo Satoru x reader

The lit candle is halfway melted as its sweet scent filled your warm home. It's cold outside and you wonder if Satoru's okay. The cold doesn't bother him as much as it does you.

He usually grab your hands in his, blowing hot breaths on your palm to warm them for you. With a cheeky grin he kisses them before whispering how adorable you look with your scarf on. Satoru's always been a soft lover, he makes sure you're well and comfortable with everything before worrying about his own.

A smile found it's way on your lips as you remember the memory of last year's Christmas that you spent with him. He knows how to make every moment last— to turn every mundane activities into an unforgettable experience for the both of you.

Then your sweet smile turned into a bitter one as you can't help but feel neglected. Why isn't he home yet? The night is almost over but you haven't seen a part of him. Not even a call or a message from him. You can't help the ache in your heart as you celebrate what used to be an exciting day for the both of you alone.

The bright decorations of your home didn't help at all. It only made you feel empty and sad as you remember how happy he looked while decorating your home with you.

You will wait... You can always wait for him because he said he will always come home to you.

The last time you heard from him was yesterday, last night while he was holding you tightly in his arms, whispering in your ears how much he missed you.

"I missed you so much, my love." His words were followed by a kiss on your forehead. His eyes never left yours as he watched you carefully, as if memorizing every curves and every lines of your face.

"I missed you too." Is all you could whisper back as you felt the longing for his touch, his warmth.

Satoru was gone for weeks. You are aware of his busy work schedule but you can't help but wonder where was he all that time. Nevertheless, you trust him; so much so that even if he is gone for years, you will believe him if he said he is coming back to you, his home.

You understand little of his world. The concept of curses and sorcery that you can hardly grasp still left you wondering.

He said he is the strongest and you believed him not because he showed you how capable he was but because he always fulfilled his promises. Satoru's words were never empty.

"I'm sorry I was gone." His words snapped you out of your thoughts.

You wanted to say you understood him but you don't.

"You came back to me..." Your voice was weak. There is a lingering feeling of longing in your heart, and the bitterness of why can't he just stay. He just came back and he is about to leave yet again.

"I always will." There he was again with his promise of coming back to you.

Your tears finally escaped your eyes without you even noticing. Not bothering to wipe them away, you let yourself cry just for a moment. Just so you could ease the blaring ache in your heart that you tried to mask with a smile.

"Satoru..." You say his name, calling for him hoping he would answer.

'Call me whenever you need me. I, your mighty husband, will rescue you.' His voice echoed in your ears as the memory of his cheeky grin and arrogant attitude flashback.

Questions flooded your mind. Wondering where he is right now, how is he, why isn't he home yet? Did something bad happen to him?

As you're crying while hugging your knees, you felt the motion of being lifted up. You look up with tear-stained eyes and cheeks to see what's happening. There you saw your beloved, frowning as he looks at you.

Satoru did not say anything as he settled you down on the kitchen counter, wiping your tears away. He then leaned in to press his lips on yours, pulling you closer to feel your body against him.

He pulls away just to kiss your forehead adoringly.

Your eyes remain on him. You blink a couple of times just so you could confirm that you are not dreaming. Your fingers found their way to his face, feeling him in your hand — he is warm.

He chuckled as he watched you with a soft smile. He grabbed your hand, placing gentle kisses on your knuckles.

This is not a dream. He is here with you like he promised.

"I'm home, love."