#build me a sand castle

[sleepyagent]

I got nothing to offer that is of value to you

And all I can be is myself

[my-fancy-hat]

mom [makima] as the heart of the family, the control that ties everything and everyone together in this sand castle we live, the fulfilled life denji though would find. to burn it for what he though would bring him true happiness, to step on the daughter of his grief, to stick faithful to what mama said is the best for him: undeserving of happiness, he had to destroyed it. who is in blame here?

The End of Evangelion (1997), Hideaki Anno; Chainsaw man (2018- ), Tatsuki Fujimoto.

[jmoonjones]

The mystery behind Cassian's summer court ban for destroying a building is finally solved!

[shivunin]

To me, tag games and ask games are like when you would plop down in the sandbox as a kid and just start having a conversation with the kids around you

[captain-hawks]

a silly little beach day with atsumu would cure me

[spikeymike]

franky had an idea for a “super” pose with his gf (so he forced usopp to take a picture LOL)

[tamayokny]

SNK fandom we are getting closer to seeing Zeke Yeager in time out and building his sand castle animated. So excited for that.

[zorobignaturals]

My city's japantown has been getting gentrified for years now. Probably since the mid 2010s when I was in high school. There used to be so many old mom and pop shops but they closed down and now its being filled with expensive white people type coffee shops, white people spiritualist stores, etc. There's still some old shops that have survived thankfully but honestly I don't think my city's Japan town is going to last much longer which is sad

[svtskneecaps]

ayo shoutout to revali for being the champion whose ability i have used the least since obtaining

[frecklystars]

If I wasn’t saving my money for the signature Barbie/Ken dolls I would probably be commissioning someone to write me on a rly cute fluffy amusement park date with Barbie and Ken,,, Barbie winning me prizes effortlessly and Ken trying to buy stock out of the cotton candy and donuts sections because he knows they're my favorite and I get to kiss them both on the ferris wheel and we hold hands on the rollercoaster and and and 🥺🥺🥺

[somuchbetterthanthat]

From what little I remember from the podcast it doesn't seem like Michael really get along with his family and I've got this idea of like; the first year Leon brings him back home for the week-end and he's seen Nica before - she ran away from home that one week after an argument with their mom and she slept in Leon's bed that one night while Michael and Leon shared Michael's (way too small for two grown men, Michael almost fell four times during the night and they woke up all entangled with each other with Nica raising her eyebrows and Leon raising his eyebrows back) - but he meets baby Dimitri, who's full of seven hundred fun facts the minute (it's cool, Michael has plenty of fun facts as well) and Mama Stamatis, who takes one look at him and decides "yes, i'll keep him."

And Michael feels vaguely obliged, a few months later, to invite Leon back to his home, because his parents finally asked why he hasn't been back and does he think he's better than them now he's in college or something? but they spent only an afternoon, Michael feeling awkward and almost ashamed and his dad keeps trying to offer them a damn beer, and then switch to offering whisky laughing that, right, they're fancy men now, aren't they,

Point is, Leon invites Michael back to his home often, after; enough that when Mama Stamatis dies it genuinely hurts. Later Michael will remember how much he wanted to drink, how he almost did, in that kitchen, until Nica caught him in the middle of the night, but all the Stamatis remember is that he didn't; that Michael was Leon's shadows for days, making sure he was fine, making sure everybody was eating, giving them privacy when needed and making bad jokes that brought weak smiles to leon's face. Distracting Dimitri with talks of travels. And awkwardly hugging Nica, that one night, in the kitchen.

[souvlakicocaine]

I just saw a picture of when we first moved to the suburbs and we had barely any furniture in our house so it looked like one of those #liminalcore images and our backyard was just this sandy rockbed for literally three years cause we couldn’t afford a lawn and I liked it better that way honestly

[euthymiya]

camera roll — ft. ryomen sukuna

sukuna doesn’t appreciate how often his annoying little nephew comes over and takes up your time—until you share a few pictures of you and him to little yuuji. maybe the runt’s starting to grow on him

before you read: fem reader ; non curse au/modern au ; established relationship ; uncle sukuna and nephew yuuji ; mentions of itadori jin and kaori ; mentions of reader wearing heels and being carried by sukuna ; sukuna being a terrible influence to children (and being a softie on the low)

Sukuna doesn’t like children. They’re little troublemakers. They’re nuisances. They take up space and cause chaos. They whine. They cry and kick and scream. They don’t pay bills and eat away at your wallet. They’re clingy and talk a lot. They don’t have jobs and never contribute to the economy. The list goes on.

(You like to point out this mindset is just a byproduct of his upbringing, and that he should heal. He thinks that’s a load of bullshit. He grew up just fine. He doesn’t need to heal from anything—he’s just right. Kids are weird and unsettling).

Yuuji is no exception. The kid is an irritating spawn of his brother—they even have the same smile. Too happy, too nice, too talkative, and too bubbly. So what if Yuuji is his nephew? He doesn’t have to enjoy the runt’s company just because he’s family. (You like to really put emphasis on the family part).

And you’re persistent. You invite the little runt over every chance you get. You always agree to babysitting so his brother can have his date nights and spend quality time with that equally as annoying wife of his. (It’s Jin’s fault for not thinking things through. If he just kept it in his pants, he could easily find time to have dates and spend time with his lousy wife, but no. He decided to knock up the woman and make it Sukuna’s problem too).

It’s an eyesore to say the least to walk into his living room and see a small, useless child curled up in your lap, taking his place where he should be resting his head, and giggling to yourselves.

Irritating. Nauseating. So outright infuriating.

Sukuna hates kids.

“And that’s uncle ‘Kuna and me at the beach,” you grin, “see that castle? He helped me build it. Don’t tell him I told you that, though or he’ll eat me.”

“Woah,” Yuuji gasps, staring in awe at the photo in your phone. Sukuna’s eye twitches. You promised not to tell anyone he helped you build that stupid sand castle. He just wanted you to be quiet when you kept whining for his help. “Uncle ‘Kuna’s got big muscles!”

“Yeah, he does,” you nod, grinning. You swipe through a few more photos before stopping at another one. Yuuji’s eyes bulge even wider. “See? That’s him at the gym. Sometimes I go and watch him. Doesn’t he look so strong?”

“Uh huh,” the kid nods furiously. “He’s so cool,” he adds, voice laced in admiration.

Well, at least the runt has a brain. He definitely didn’t get it from his father, but it’s there. That’s a start.

“And that’s us on our first anniversary. See how sweet your uncle is? He’s carrying me to the car because my feet were hurting.”

Sukuna rolls his eyes. He told you those shoes would hurt your feet, and then your whining would make it his problem. Evidently everyone he surrounds himself with likes to make things his issue to deal with. And he was right—you did end up whining about those damn heels. (They did make your legs look good, he’ll admit that much. But still, you didn’t need to go through the trouble of wearing them only to bugging him with your complaining. He finds your legs hot regardless of what shoes you wear).

“Uncle ‘Kuna’s so nice,” Yuuji nods, giggling before he looks up at you, poking a chubby finger into your cheek and says, “so pretty!”

“Aw Yuuji,” you grin, “aren’t you the sweetest little man?”

You lean in and press an attack of kisses to the brat’s cheeks. Sukuna crosses his arms and glares at the way the runt laughs in glee at your affection. Who does he think he is, feeling your lips on his skin?

Once you settle down, you pull him flush against your chest again, back pressed to you as an arm wraps around his tiny frame, holding him close.

“Look, this is when we went on our first vacation! See how your uncle likes to sleep on my chest? He says he hates cuddling but he’s a liar.”

“Lies are bad!” Yuuji gasps, looking up at you with wide eyes.

“Yeah,” you nod seriously, “super bad. You’ll always tell the truth right Yuuji? Don’t be like your mean uncle, okay?”

“Okay,” he agrees, nodding like he means it.

If it was up to him, Sukuna would grab the kid off your lap and set him out on the streets to find his own way home. How dare the brat sit on his couch with his girlfriend and act holier than him?

And it’s not a lie. Sukuna thinks cuddling is stupid. Using your chest is a pillow isn’t cuddling, it’s getting comfortable. You’re the liar.

“And see this one? That’s us having a picnic. You know your uncle ‘Kuna surprised me with that? He can be really sweet, y’know. He just likes to pretend he’s all tough.”

Yuuji giggles again—and then his eyes land on Sukuna at the entrance of the living room, brightening at the sight of him.

Great. He’s been spotted. Just want Sukuna needed after a long day of work. More annoying people.

“It’s uncle ‘Kuna!” Yuuji points his pudgy little finger at him before waving a tiny hand. “You’re back!”

“And you’re still here,” Sukuna’s eyes narrow, “why?”

“That’s no way to greet your nephew, Sukuna,” you scold, earning an eye roll from your boyfriend.

He trudges over, (carefully) pushing Yuuji to scoot over on your lap so he can lay his head where it rightfully belongs on your legs and settle on the couch. He sighs and closes his eyes as your fingers gently weave through his hair.

“Had a long day at work, I don’t need this brat still taking up my space. Tell ‘im to pay bills if he wants to stay so bad.”

“Oh c’mon, he’s been waiting for you all day,” you grin, “haven’t you Yuuji?”

“Uh huh!” The runt nods, leaning down to hover over Sukuna’s face. He opens an eye, peering up at the kid as Yuuji pokes a finger at his cheek. “Wanna play?”

“No,” he grumbles, pretending to bite at the finger.

Yuuji shrieks, pulling it away quickly and earning a low chuckle from Sukuna while you glare.

“Hey!” You scold, “you be nice to—”

“Again! Again!” Yuuji laughs brightly, holding a finger to hover over Sukuna’s lips. You blink and so does he, staring at the child before Sukuna’s lips curl into a small, smug grin.

“If you say so, ya runt.”

He snaps at the tiny finger Yuuji holds over his lips again, this time getting in a (gentle) nibble that makes the child squeal and laugh brightly.

“Uncle ‘Kuna’s gonna eat me,” he laughs.

“S’right, I’ll eat ya like you’re dinner. So quit comin’ over, you wretched brat.”

Yuuji, as innocent and hopeful as a little child is supposed to be, takes Sukuna’s smirk as a sign his uncle is happy to play. So he crawls off your lap, plopping himself to sit on Sukuna’s chest and smile happily down at him while you coo at the sight.

“Oh my gosh, he’s too cute! Sukuna don’t even think about moving—I’m getting a picture. Jin will love it!”

“Don’t take a fuckin’ pic—”

“Do not curse in front of a child!” You follow your scolding with a smack at his head, making him grunt angrily.

“I swear if you get a damn photo of—”

Click.

The sound of your phone’s camera going off cuts him off, silencing him with a wicked glare he sends up at you from your lap. It’s not so menacing when you take in the fact that his hand has securely planted itself at the base of Yuuji’s back, keeping him from falling over.

Sukuna hates children—he reminds you of this fact constantly. He has a soft spot for his little nephew, though. You don’t point it out so he can keep his facade up for his sense of dignity, but you know the facts.

Yuuji’s favorite snacks are stocked up in the cabinets for his arrival today—and you certainly haven’t had a chance to grocery shop this week. A small, tiny little inkling tells you that your boyfriend is developing something of a soft spot for his nephew.

“Look Yuuji,” you grin at the small child, ruffling his hair as you turn your phone to face him, “it’s you and uncle ‘Kuna! Your very own picture together! Isn’t that nice?”

“Yay!” He claps, eyes crinkling excitedly as he smiles happily at the picture.

Sukuna’s eyes soften just a bit before he’s back to frowning, a grumpy crease of his forehead as he huffs.

“I’m sick of this darn brat.”

————— bonus —————

“Fuck!” Yuuji says as he drops his sippy cup.

Sukuna freezes, eyes quickly darting over to you from the sink where he’s washing the dishes. You stop, stilling where you’re clearing the table. Your hand pauses mid air from its path to pick up glass, head slowly turning to look over at the child.

“Yuuji,” you say slowly, “where did you learn that word?”

He better not—Sukuna stares holes into the kid’s head. The runt better not rat him out or he really will eat him. Maybe even do worse. He’d better keep his annoying little mouth shut before—

“Uncle ‘Kuna!” Yuuji points to Sukuna, as if he wants the man to die.

Your eyes instantly glare over at him. Sukuna tenses, clenching his jaw as he shoots a dirty look at his nephew.

“You damn snitch! They ought to teach you about tattling at that fancy day care of yours—”

“Quit yelling at him for your doing! Just you wait till he’s home,” you glower, “I’ll deal with you later.”

Sukuna scowls, returning to washing the dishes with a sulky frown on his face as you bend down and gather Yuuji into your arms.

“Is that awful man being a bad influence on you?” You coo, “he is, isn’t he? Don’t worry, I’ll teach that terrible uncle of yours a lesson, okay? But don’t use that word, Yuuji. Only non self respecting people use that language.”

Yuuji doesn’t even understand what that means, he wants to say. He holds his tongue, though, just to save himself from even a little of your wrath—but the runt is never welcome back to his home again, Sukuna thinks, grumbling to himself under his breath as you offer Yuuji the last of his ice cream.

High key I don’t know how to write children so Yuuji’s parts might be cringe but just look away OKAY

[t6urusmoon]

beach day with the camerons ⋆౨ৎ˚⟡˖ ࣪

it was late august. you woke up with the bright sun peeking through your bedroom window, lighting up the room.

soft giggles could be heard from the other side of the door, making you shift in your bed. the small silhouette suddenly enters the room and quietly gets into the bed, as the tall figure follows right behind her.

"shhhh be quiet, you don't wanna wake mommy up yet" your daughters low tone make you crack a smile. she turns around to stare at your laying figure smiling at her.

"oh hello mommy, we're going to the beach today!" she says enthusiastically.

you pause, looking up to your husband, who's watching the interaction between you two.

"what did she just say?" you asked him, still sleepy.

he looked at you with a smirk "pack your things, baby, we're going to the beach".

your daughter screamed to the lyrics of every song playing from your playlist on the radio. rafe drove with one hand on the wheel and the other rested on your thigh. the glimpse of his muscular arms flexing as he drove got you thinking filthy thoughts.

as soon as you opened the car door your daughter was running into the water.

"be careful little lady, don't go too far." you warned her.

rafe followed right behind her, making sure she was safe.

you watched from far away as your husband worked on building a sandcastle with your daughter, a soft smile crossing your face. the moment was ruined by a wave that came crashing the sandcastle, your daughters cries could be heard from the distance between the two of you.

the little girl came running to your arms, tears streaming down her face.

"oh baby c'mon don't cry, mommy is gonna build a new castle for you."

"but that one was special mommy, daddy and i were building that one for you!"

her words made your heart melt right on the spot. "oh darling, don't make me cry". she looked up from her spot in your lap, grabbing your face with her two little hands, leaning to kiss your forehead.

rafe watched the two of you as he made his way to sit by your side in the sand.

you could hear her heartbeat getting calmer and the little sniffles she let out as the crying ceased.

you lay your head on rafe's bare chest, his arms around your body as you stare at the sea.

the little snores took you out of your trance, looking down to the little girl in your lap, deep in her sleep. you smile at the sight.

as the sun was setting, you carried your daughter back into the car and rafe took your bags to put them in the trunk.

the drive back home was quiet and peaceful, the salty breeze and the wind made your body relax against the passenger seat.

you felt just right where you belonged to. with your family, the one you built with the only man you could ever imagine having a family with, and your beautiful daughter. and that was enough to make you happy.

[twistyfish]

prompt~ non-mc reader feeling sad because she feels she lacks the relationship mc has with the lads. requested by anon!

Zayne

Her long, straight brown hair fell in front of her face, and she tucked it behind her ear with slender fingers. Her laughter filled your ears like sticky molasses, and you couldn’t wash it out no matter how hard you tried.

In front of her kneeled Zayne, wiping a cut on her knee with a wet tissue and bandaging it, kissing it gently. You watched as he chided her for being careless and getting hurt.

You wished he would scold you like that.

They stood up and walked away, his arm subtly resting around her waist to support her.

She rested her head against his shoulder. She was so brave. She got injured often because of her profession.

You were an accountant. Your last injury was a paper cut.

The wind blew her hair into Zayne’s face, and you watched him brush it away and arrange it neatly on her shoulders with a smile.

They walked away into the distance, and all you could do was watch.

Sylus

“Can you get my back?” Sylus asked, holding out the bottle of sunscreen to MC.

She nodded and began working the cream into his back, massaging his shoulder blades as she went.

Sylus smiled as she used her strength to massage him. “Nice arm, kitten.”

You sat next to your sandcastle, patting the wet globs of sand together into rough turrets. It was coming together, sort of.

Sylus crouched down next to you. “How’s the castle coming along?”

“It’s getting there.”

“Do you want to come surf with us?”

You hesitated. Truthfully, you weren’t very adventurous. You were a little nervous to ride the waves.

“Come on, it’ll be fun!” MC smiled at you, her surfboard held under her muscular arm.

“Um, no, I’m okay,” you responded shyly.

“Alright. Have fun building, then.” She waved at you and they both turned, running into the waves. MC squealed as the cool water hit her legs, and Sylus laughed his deep, rich laugh. He splashed her, grinning as she made various high pitched noises in response.

You sat with your sandcastle, smoothing the sides with no zeal at all. Your focus was gone. All you could think about were her hands on his back, his grin as he splashed her, their shared laughter as they ran into the water.

Your thoughts were interrupted by Sylus shouting. “Hey! Come in, it’s nice and cool.”

You shook your head.

Rafayel

“Wow, your drawings are ass,” Rafayel remarked.

“Shut up, loser.”

“Look at __’s drawing. It has such a nice composition.”

You felt pride swell in your chest at his compliment. “Thanks, Raf.”

“Of course, cutie. I’m just telling it as it is. Ms. Bodyguard could learn a thing or two from you.”

“I don’t understand how you can get everything so proportional,” MC grumbled.

“Here, let me show you.” He stood up and positioned himself behind her, taking her hand with the pencil in it and mapping out rough lines.

“Just make the general shapes first,” he murmured, hand guiding hers across the paper.

You looked away, trying to focus on your own drawing. You could hear him softly instructing her, and you sort of wished you were a beginner too in that moment.

You mindlessly sketched, and you ended up with a lazy looking cat.

“Oh, is it sad?” Rafayel asked peering over your shoulder.

“No, it’s sleepy.”

“Sleepy all the time, just like you,” he said playfully to MC, elbowing her.

“I’m not sleepy all the time! You’re thinking of Xavier,” she argued back. They continued to bicker as you watched.

Maybe it was a little sad.

Xavier

You rang the bell out of politeness despite knowing Xavier’s door code. You had made some banana muffins, and you wanted him to try them. When there was no answer, you figured you would just go inside and drop them off in the kitchen.

You entered the door code and walked inside quietly. As you passed through the living room, you had to stifle a gasp. Xavier and MC were laying together on the couch, under the blanket.

You immediately looked away, setting the muffins on the counter and moving to tiptoe out of the room. Unfortunately, the rustling woke them up.

“__? Is that you?” Came Xavier’s groggy voice.

“No- yes! Um, I just came in to drop off some muffins. I’m leaving, don’t worry!”

Xavier sat up, the blanket falling off his shoulders and pooling around his bare chest.

Your eyes widened and you turned around.

“Hey, __. Where are you going?” MC was off the couch (wearing clothes, thankfully) walking towards you.

“Yeah, sorry about that. We just got back from training and crashed. We were both exhausted,” Xavier said.

Oh. They were sleeping.

“Sorry for waking you guys.”

“Don’t worry about it. Want to nap with us?”

You paused. “I’m good, don’t worry. I’ll just be going now.” With that, you awkwardly put your shoes back on and left the house. The image of them snuggling under the blanket was cemented to your brain.

That night, you slept hugging a pillow.

[kamii-2]

beach date with paige but the team wanted to come along LMFAOOO

😭😭 i giggled when i read this anyway act like the uconn season isn’t over

warning(s): cussing

genre: fluff

pairing(s): paige bueckers x reader

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ice and kk heard you guys talking about it after a game and they told nika and nika told azzi then azzi asked paige and she said they weren’t coming with 😭

“i heard that you and y/n were going to the beach-“ “no go away.” “you didn’t even let me finish.”

when she told you, you said they could come and that made her mad

she side eyed you and walked away

paige would be mad asf at first

she would side eye and ignore them for a good 10 minutes

when she wasn’t mad anymore her and kk would harass you

you were playing with a baby sea turtle you and azzi had found and paige picked it up and ran with it

“PAIGE GIVE THE TURTLE BACK.” “NO.”

paige will pick you up and throw you in the water

nika and paige would have a sand castle competition and both of the castles look terrible 😭

kk would keep catching seagulls until one of them bites her and she stops

ice would throw food at kk and a bunch of seagulls would “attack” her

nika is scared of seagulls

azzi would keep on finding baby turtles snd putting them in a bucket

paige would throw buckets of water at you until you got mad snd yelled at her

“if you throw another bucket of water on me im kicking you out of the house and changing the locks.” and she will just be laughing so hard while you threatened her

a random kid came up to paige and she started playing with them

like building sand castles and stuff

at the end of the day after you both went home paige would admit that her friends going with made it better

“they lowkey made it better.” “see i told you, im always right.” “NO-“

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i hope you enjoyed, anyways, have a good day/night, love you 💋💋