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stress reliever

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Actually you CAN use the same word twice in the same paragraph. The same sentence even. If it's funny, if it's for emphasis, if it's harping on a theme, if you're sexy and you do whatever you want forever. Write on

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Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Eight

Fire + Choso

event details | previous day | wc: 402 | cw: gn reader, kitchen fire (no one gets hurt!), embarrassed choso

After a long day at work, you were looking forward to a relaxing evening at home with your boyfriend. As soon as you opened your front door, though, you knew you might not be getting that relaxing evening after all. You were instantly greeted by the smell of smoke, and you could see the dark grey clouds coming from the kitchen. Dropping everything, you ran into the kitchen, already searching for the source of the flames so you could figure out how to best put them out.

Choso stood in front of the open oven, swatting at the flames uselessly with a hand towel, looking fairly distressed. Stepping around him, you reached under the sink and grabbed the small fire extinguisher you kept for emergencies.

“Move, Cho,” you said, pushing him a bit as you stepped up to the fire. It only took a few seconds of spraying the extinguisher to put out the flames. You took a moment to make sure the oven was off before turning back to your boyfriend.

“Are you okay?” Choso nodded, so you asked, “What happened? I’m not upset, I just want to know.”

Choso hesitated for a moment before he finally answered. “I wanted to surprise you and have dinner ready when you got home,” he admitted sheepishly. “I didn’t think it would be so difficult to use the oven.”

A small smile tugged the corner of your lips. “That’s very sweet of you, Choso,” you told him, setting down the extinguisher and reaching out to take his hand. “But the oven isn’t like the microwave. It doesn’t turn off automatically. You have to set a timer and check on the food you put in there.” 

“Ah,” he replied, cheeks going bright red. “Okay. I thought when I pushed the numbers, that was the timer.”

“That was to set the temperature. It’s okay, baby, you didn’t know. But maybe next time wait until I’m home to try and use a new appliance?” You squeezed his hand as you spoke, wanting to make sure he knew you weren’t upset with him, even if cleaning everything up would be a pain.

Choso nodded in agreement, still looking a bit embarrassed. “I can do that. Sorry about dinner.”

“It’s alright, we can just order takeout.” You leaned forward and kissed his cheek sweetly.

“Can we get pizza?”

“Is that what you were trying to make for us?”

“...Yes.”

divider by @/bernardsbendystraws

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PATTERN BANNERS | knit.

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I call this Christmas sweater vibes ;)))) I wanted to make something that looked and felt like sweaters and I think I did it ?! it was fun trying to achieve that ‘knit’ texture haha. learned a few new things and new techniques as well HAHAHH.

this is so so so so out of what I normally do—srsly, patterns ? maximalist patterns ?! who am I ?!

feel free to send / comment colours you’d like to see next for this set ♡

please like, reblog, and credit if you use :)

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Christmas themed dividers

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Christmas themed dividers

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was reminded that this is a thing so here's mine for this year!! i really liked doing it last year, it was fun to leave messages for people 💜

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to pretend that horrible people cannot make good art is another way to conflate beauty and talent with integrity and morality. the works of monsters are best examined with knowledge of the author in mind but art is not inherently reflective. human beings are creative, and habitual liars- it'd be stupid to pretend art must always be a portrait of its creator

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Don't skip please,

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Gojo Satoru

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hybrids ❤️❤️❤️

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waiting for the day where people on this site stop treating an author's work as content and treating it as what it is: time-consuming hard work and art that you're able to read for free (in most cases). stop treating artists/authors like fucking machines and influencers and actually give a shit about supporting us by REBLOGGING AND ENGAGING WITH OUR WORK

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Today hasn't been very good. Reblog to cover prev in blankets and tell them everything is going to be okay and they're loved.

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Twelve Days of Christmas - Day Seven

Snow + Inumaki

this was one was requested by @nyx-the-scot! i've never written toge before so i hope this is ok! ty for requesting, friend 💜

event details | previous day | wc: 370 | cw: gn reader, reader is implied to be short, ambiguously non-canon au, toge signs (in italics) instead of speaking in riceball ingredients

“I should’ve built this thing up a little taller,” you grumbled, swearing as you ducked down to avoid another snowball. 

Toge bumped you lightly to get you to look at him before he started signing. Neither of us are that tall.

“Don’t remind me,” you groaned. “We really shouldn’t have let the two taller people be on the same team.”

You don’t like being on a team with me?

“That’s not what I said, you know I—” you stopped mid-sentence when you saw the twinkle in his eyes, the skin around the corners crinkling with the shit-eating grin you knew was hiding behind his scarf. “You little shit, you gotta stop acting like that!”

You love when I act like this, admit it.

“I’d love it if you actually threw a snowball,” you sniped back, unable to hide your smile. “I’m doing all the heavy lifting over here.”

Yeah, yeah. I’m on it. He stood to his full height then, snowball in hand, prepared to nail either Maki or Yuta, but almost instantly he took a snowball squared between the eyes. Some combination of the shock and the strength behind the throw knocked your friend backwards, stumbling over his feet for a moment before landing flat on his back.

“Toge!” you cried out in shock, scurrying over to where he’d landed. “Oh my god, are you okay? Did you hit your head?” You wiped the snow from his face as carefully as you could, not wanting to jostle him if he’d hit his head and gotten hurt. 

After a moment, he lifted his hands, and you watched with bated breath as he began to sign.

Awe, you do care!

“Oh fuck off,” you said, shoving him lightly and flopping down on the snow on your back beside him. You shared a laugh for a moment, not exchanging any other words, just letting the soft white flakes land on your skin.

“Oi!” Maki’s voice eventually called out. “Does this mean you guys forfeit? Or did I break his nose?”

You exchanged a look with Toge, and even without saying anything, you knew what you both wanted to tell her. “He’s horribly disfigured!” you called back. “You took his nose clean off!”