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[kinosnotes]

♡ baby gumi learning the word 'dada'

A/N: HII GUYS!! I HAVENT WRITTEN IN A LIL BIT AND I HAVE REQS IN MY ASKS SO IM GONNA POP IN AND GIVE YALL THIS WHILE I WORK ON MY OTHER FICS!! also i found out i can actually make my text even smaller HAHAHAHAHA

banner artist is ilameys_1 on instagram!!

megumi sits in tojis lap, small and warm and very serious about whatever hes currently doing

one tiny hand grips the collar of tojis shirt for balance, and the other reaches up, slow and curious, until his fingers find the scar on his dads lip.

his little fingers press there gently.

theyre just little taps at first, and then a soft drag of his thumb across the shape of it, like hes trying to understand why it feels different from the rest of his face. baby gumis brows knit in concentration, tiny mouth slightly open, completely absorbed.

toji goes a little still without meaning to.

he murmurs, voice low and rough, his eyes soft as he looks down at his son, "ain't that interestin."

megumi hums anyway, leaning closer. he shifts in tojis lap until he can press his cheek against his dads jaw, warm and soft, using him like something sturdy, gumisfingers stay on the scar, tracing it again, completely fascinated.

"dah," he says quietly, a soft baby babble.

toji blinks once.

megumi pats his cheek with his whole tiny hand, more deliberate this time, "da..da,"

the word lands soft, a little certain.

tojis breath catches just a little before he can hide it, and his hand comes up automatically, big palm covering most of megumis back, thumb rubbing slow circles without him realizing.

"yeah" he says under his breath, almost like hes talkin to himself "yeah. thats me."

megumi lights up like he has just solved something important, he presses his tiny forehead to tojis chin, giggling softly, and he says it again, "dada."

toji lets out a quiet huff that almost sounds like a laugh, he leans down and presses a slow kiss to megumis hair, his lips lingering there for a second longer than he needs to.

megumi stays tucked against him, still babbling the word over and over, like he never wants to forget it.

and toji just lets him.

this is very short i know i just wanted to write something tiny to pop in and prove that im still living!!!!!

I SWEAR IM WORKING ON MY REQS IVE JUST NOT BEEN USING MUCU SOCIAL MEDIA LATELY SO IM KINDA DETOXING CURRENTLY..

[dyinglove903]

david corenswet being the first biblically accurate superman since tom welling is the best thing that happened to me

(that doesn't include the supermans BEFORE, like christopher reeve)

[katienaberrie]

─── ⋆ Drunk Simon Riley

Heavily insp by this oneshot here

Drunk Simon Riley was a rare commodity — although he wasn’t a stranger to a beer, Simon would rarely let himself get wasted, so when your phone dings with a text from him that read something along the lines of “can you pick me up please” (give or take several typos) surprise was the first thing you felt.

Walking through the Pub doors you spot your boyfriend almost immediately, all being he wasn’t that hard to miss. Slouched against a booth, beer in hand you didn’t need to smell his breath or be told twice to see that he was so clearly off his face drunk. The moment he spots you he almost topples over and spills his beer all over Soap, slurring your name together as he trips over his own feet. Voice heavy with liquor Simon stumbles onto you, planting his arms on your shoulders lazily “hi dove” he says drunkenly “my fuckin’-“ a hiccup catches in his chest as he leans into you

“M’fuckin birdie” you stumble under his weight, catching him by the chest as he continues, eyes glossed over “M’you’re all the birds-”

“Hi Simon” you say wearily before you gage the rest of the group, your eyes land on Price who was giving you a — he’s your problem now— look, to which you bit back a laugh “you’re so drunk” — your words have him shake his head “M’not drunk, just-” his balance thrown off course as he stumbles back “jus’ had 2 beers” you look to Price again who then holds up all 5 of his fingers. Your eyes practically bulge out of your head “Simon!” You hiss softly as a smirk lines his lips

“S’not bad dovie, M’fine” he burps

You laugh “Yeah sure”

“I am”

“You’re drunk”

He hums a chuckle “N’you’re mine” he retorts back wrapping his arms around yours, pulling your chests flushed before he lifts your feet off the ground. You’re practically engulfed by his frame, arms sandwiched by his. You pat his forearm “yes okay, I think it’s time we head home” he pulls back to guzzle the rest of his beer down, all whilst still holding you with one arm.

Simon slams the glass on the table with a burp “M’ready” he murmurs wiping the back of his hand across his mouth, placing you back down on the ground. You heave a sigh before grabbing his hand, waving your goodbyes to the rest of the team.

You take a mental note to leave a bucket on Simon’s side of the bed tonight.

[paperellina]

best buds papa kuna + papa toji being the proudest dads at the ballet recital .✦ ݁˖

soft music is playing, parents whispering, everything all neat and polite and delicate. its the kind of place that would kick them out on sight if they so much as breathed too loud.

and right in the middle theres both of them.

two huge men slouched into chairs that are definitely not made for them, their knees too wide, shoulders too broad, both looking like they accidentally walked into the wrong building and decided to stay anyway.

tojis got his arms crossed, eyes locked on the stage like hes watching something important. next to him, sukunas leaning back in his seat, one arm hooked over the back of the chair, looking bored out of his mind.

"..how longs this thing goin' on for." toji mutters under his breath, scratching his jaw.

sukuna huffs quietly. "too long."

the moment the announcer calls their daughters' names, everything shifts.

both of them straighten at the same time, attention snapping forward. the music changes, soft piano notes filling the room as two tiny figures step onto the stage, dressed in matching little ballet outfits, hair tied up neatly, hands clasped together for just a second before they separate.

toji leans forward immediately, elbows braced on his knees, his eyes locked on the stage. "…there she is." he murmurs, something warm creeping into his voice without him realizing.

sukunas already nodding, a low hum of approval leaving him. "tch. look at them. perfect."

their daughters move carefully through the routine, small steps, tiny spins, a little wobbly but trying so hard its almost so painful to watch. the rest of the audience stays quiet, watching politely.

but toji doesnt.

"cmon, baby. you got it," he says under his breath, but its not actually quiet. his voice carries just enough in the still room that a few heads turn. and sukuna doesnt help.

"higher," he mutters, like hes coaching from the sidelines, eyes narrowed in focus. "lift your chin."

a couple of parents glance back at them, mildly annoyed. but they clearly do not give a fuck.

on stage, the girls move into their little partnered spin, hands grabbing each other clumsily before turning together. one of them stumbles slightly, and both men tense.

tojis hand grips the edge of his seat. "..steady-"

she catches herself, and finishes the turn.

toji lets out a sharp breath, shaking his head once like hes just watched something life threatening. "…atta girl," he mutters, pride thick in his voice.

sukuna huffs, clearly impressed despite himself. "told ya shed do it."

when the music ends and the girls hit their final pose, the room fills with polite applause, but both toji and sukuna are louder. way louder.

tojis already on his feet, clapping hard, a low whistle slipping out before he can stop it. "thats my girl!," he calls, not caring who hears.

sukuna stands too, slow but deliberate, clapping with heavy, firm movements, a rare grin pulling at his mouth. "perfect," he says, loud enough to carry.

people stare, but they still dont care

on stage, the girls beam, little chests puffed up with pride, eyes immediately finding their dads in the crowd. and the two biggest, gruffest men in the room keep standing there clapping like nothing else in the world matters.

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[kerokeropekopon]

Ok so I may have started playing Date Everything and now have an unhealthy attachment to the AC unit

(I drew his jaw line incorrectly in this post!! I fixed it in my recent drawing and will be more accurate in other future drawings)

HECTOR I LOVE YOU PLEAASEEEE

[ystrike1]

How to Love a Crybaby Monster - By Inumaru (8/10)

Fake cuteness can be grating, annoying...and disarming. This cute monster is silly and devoted, but that doesn’t mean he's stupid. Our protagonist has been lured into a false sense of complacency. She's so wrapped up in cuteness she's forgotten about an entire village full of frozen corpses. It wasn't his fault! Isn't it only natural to feel bad for a tragic monster? That's what kind ladies do!

Mirisu is much beloved and spoiled, and coincidentally she wasn't before her brother came into her life.

She was born to be nothing but a marriage chess piece. In this world having magic beats gender. If you're a woman with firepower everybody respects you and you immediately become a noble lady with special privileges. On the flip side if you're the daughter of a magical couple......and you're born without magic....you're a dowry and nothing more. You have to sit and watch as the magical ladies get all the praise and riches, while you wash your pretty face and wait for a less important man to buy you.

It's an extra cruel setting I think.

Shitty traditional womanhood and marriage for thee, not for me.

Mirisu found a boy named Darryl on top of a mountain, steps away from a village of frozen corpses. It is the most useful thing Mirisu has ever done. Her parents immediately adopt Darryl, and now their family is perfect. They plan to make Darryl their heir and tool to further expand their power, while Mirisu's budding beauty will provide them more money.

The kids get along great too!

Darryl is scary to most, because his ice powers are hard to control. His emotions activate them. Hugging and touching Mirisu calms him down because they're close. He feels pretty much nothing for his adopted parents, because they're so heartless. Their closeness makes alot of sense. Considering the fact that Mirisu is treated as second class, and Darryl isolated himself for a long time.

He's a good liar because he's not faking. It's more like he's overexaggerating. He loves Mirisu romantically, but he wants her to smother him with cute love in between brutal border defense fights. Mirisu is weak to his cute little brother act because he's the only real family she has ever had, and he takes advantage of that.

Mirisu wants what's best for him. His magical sealing tool isn't perfect. She wants him to mature and control his emotions and marry a perfect magic lady someday.

She plans a fake marriage with Alan, her childhood friend, in order to distance herself from Darryl.

Her plan fails and Darryl eventually spills the truth.

He's been able to control his ice powers for a long time now.

He just wanted Mirisu to cuddle him!

Teehee!

Also he's going to kill her fiance if she doesn't call it off.

She agrees quickly.

[orchidblack]

Mars Express (2023)

About as good as recent sci-fi cinema gets.