#Notebook!!

[averagetmntfan]

LEMME MUNCH UR ART! 👹

bet

Eat up, child…

[lookwhatijustfound-blog]

Notebook Paper Crochet Blanket

[ironshrikes]

check out the cowboy-wizard hat i made!

[kebma]

“yuuji stop that,” sukuna growls at the toddler, swatting his chubby hands away from trying to rip open the candy bag, laying on the bottom rack in the sweets aisle.

the little boy pouts and kicks his older brother in the leg sharply.

“you little-“

“excuse me, sir? i think your son dropped this.”

sukuna looks up, ready to snap about being bothered in the middle of his grocery trip when he sees you, holding yuuji’s little tiger plushy. every word is knocked from his head and his mouth drops open a little. you looked like an angel come to life.

“uh… thanks,” he mumbles after a slightly awkward pause, he grabs the toy from your hand and gives it to yuuji who squeals with delight.

“there you go brat… he’s not my kid by the way, just my little brother,” he’s not sure why he feels the need to clarify.

“aw,” you say, “he looks just like you, so adorable.”

you squat down and wave to yuuji who grins and waves back.

sukuna can feel his cheeks heat up slightly and he curses to himself.

“what was that?” you ask as you stand up. shit, you’re so fucking pretty. he doesn’t know how to handle himself.

“nothin’ can i uh, get your number or something?” he grumbles. you cock your head and laugh softly.

“you sound like you feel obligated to ask for my number.”

“yeah, yeah, just to find some way to thank you for finding it. if ya hadn’t I’m sure this brat woulda been hollerin’ the whole way home.”

you laugh and pull out your phone.

“here, i’m y/n, by the way.”

“sukuna,” he mumbles as he types his information in, then hands you his phone to do the same.

when you finally walk off he’s left staring at the little contact in his phone.

y/n :)

yeah… he’ll definitely be giving you a call.

pt. 2

[aphel1on]

AuDHD is so funny sometimes like what do you mean my hyperfixations/special interests will last for years on end or possibly forever but they will cycle out every month or two with absolutely no transitional period or warning. like i will think about the same topic every day obsessively for 46 days in a row and on the 47th day with no visible cause adhd brain goes "ok! bored of that now" and autism brain goes "dw i got something queued up for ya" and i blast into full blown obsession on some other topic whose mental file folders haven't opened in 9 months. brain's out here treating hyperfixations like a crop rotation. once the dopamine runs out it cycles in another one but once something's in the rotation it never ever leaves. last summer we brought in one from when i was 11. it's so funny to me but frustrating too bc like. i cannot stress enough my inability to predict or control this. or how completely abrupt and random it can be

[exitwound]

“we look at the world once, in childhood. the rest is memory” miss louise glück you may be right but i’m also determined every day to prove you wrong & that i can look at the world again, anew, whenever i want & these rebirths, alongside love, are what keeps me here, more than any memory, but memories are more precious to me than everything except the present & the future, which is infinite, which is why i will keep looking

[dearlyjess]

my happy place

[zegalba]

Candace Hicks: "Notes of String Theory" (2022)

[obsob]

to be loved is to be held!!! print

[averagetmntfan]

👉👈

May I have a Dex doodle as well…?

🥺

Yk what..yes. >:)

Probably yapping about his girl ngl

[fuckyeahchinesefashion]

He is NOT the CEO of xiaohongshu lmao

The CEO of xiaohongshu is mao wenchao毛文超/Charlwin Mao, he and 瞿芳Qu Fang are the co-founders.

Actually this is a very good example of how western media casually 造谣 nonsense such as saying xiaohongshu (little red book) was named after mao zedong's quotebook lmao. Cnetizens be like:"OH we don't even know that ourselves""With such far-fetched talent and such a high level of political awareness, they could have taken the civil service exam"

The name Xiaohongshu MEANS popular shopping guide. Qu Fang and Mao Wenchao met when they were both in the U.S. shopping for goods. At that time, Mao Wenchao called his family in Wuhan and asked what goods he was bringing, and when Qu Fang heard the accent she felt very close to him, and the two of them got to know each other.

They are both business elites, passionate about entrepreneurship, and deeply sympathetic to the difficulties of nationals shopping overseas. The two founded Xiaohongshu in the hope that it would become a guide to overseas shopping for Chinese people. According to Qu Fang's interpretation of the words “red” and “book” at the time, the three words "Little Red Book” can be translated as ""very popular shopping guide''. It was launched in 2014 when the name is called “Hong Kong shopping guide” (Source)

[galina]

New year, new book

[kebma]

pt. 1

“so this is how you thank me for finding his stuffie?” you tease. sukuna shoots you a glare and hoists yuuji up onto his shoulders.

“you seemed to like the little brat so much, figured you might wanna see him again.”

you grin and wave at the toddler sitting happily on his brothers shoulders. yuuji smiles widely and wiggles his little fingers at you.

“of course i wanna see him, he’s precious,” you coo. sukuna rolls his eyes, but he can’t help but feel his heart beat a little faster at how good you are with his baby brother.

you reach up and scoop yuuji into your arms. he squeals and giggles with glee.

“but i think maybe your big brother wanted to see me, hm?” you give sukuna a teasing smile. his face twists and he looks away.

“c’mon, the little brat likes going down the slide.”

he turns and briskly walks off, but he’s not fast enough for you to miss the pink on his cheeks that matches his messy hair.

cute, you think, he’s cute.

yuuji twists his way out of your arms and grabs your hand, dragging you to catch up with his brother. the little boy wraps his chubby fingers sukuna’s thumb and pulls you both to the slide.

when the two of you are finally worn out after over an hour of trying to keep up with yuuji’s energy; you both collapse onto a nearby bench together.

“damn,” you mumble, “his batteries just don’t run out.”

“heh, yeah. try keeping up with him every day,” sukuna says, stretching his arms over his head. you try to hide the way your eyes travel to his stomach as his shirt rises. you can see tattoos peeking out and his pink happy trail almost make your mouth water.

“take a picture it’ll last longer.”

you can feel your face heat up and your eyes snap up to meet his. he’s smirking and who he’s attractive.

what you can’t tell is that he’s about to die. watching you with yuuji, seeing your smile and laugh, you’re even prettier up close and not in the grocery store.

“as if,” you snort, turning away quickly. he brings his hand up and gently turns your face back to him.

“what do ya say we hang out sometime, without the brat?”

you gulp, his skin is hot against yours and your mouth feels dry.

“yeah… sounds good.”

pt.3

[nightofnostalgia]

[philosophybits]

I don’t care if I am in a state of contradiction; I don’t want to be a philosophical genius. I don’t even want to be a genius at all, for I have enough trouble just being a man.

Albert Camus, Notebooks, 1942-1951