#goodbye once upon a time

[vintage-tigre]

[heatherfield]

@giftober 2023 | Day 30: goodbye

Headless: A Sleepy Hollow Story [x] + Once Upon a Time

[akkivee]

unami has a habitual tell that shows when she’s hiding something that left a strong enough impression on kuukou that he still recognises it years and years later. i also think that ren scratching his cheek tipped kuukou off that ren was hiding the real reason his clothes got ripped upon their first meeting

there’s also a scene in the 2gumi hypquest event where jyushi hides his video game from kuukou (bc kuukou the bully stole jyushi’s game in the name of training in the previous hypquest event lmao) and kuukou is very displeased to see it lol what i’m saying is that kuukou is very very sensitive about being lied to esp when it’s something being kept from him

[iniziare]

Tag drop: Aventurine.

[moonsyrups]

ready for a new chapter in sulani... 

[radioisntdead]

Accidentally stumbled onto the dark side of Tumblr again, DEAR GRACE SOME FOLKS NEED INTENSE THERAPY, or need to stop doing drugs, maybe both, my eyes, my poor, poor eyes, I need a holy water and bleach combo

Also I should watch gravity falls again

[violentdelightstheseviolentendss]

Another day, and he was again wondering how he had managed to not lose his head. How he had got into this mess he didn't know, but it was what it was now. He should just leave well alone, get paid and follow the Queen's instructions. But she was a little... blood thirsty, and he didn't want to see anyone lose their heads unnecessarily.

Feeling something behind him he stiffened, he wasn't meant to be here and if it was the knave... oh he didn't want to be made into a rug today, he wasn't even sure he'd be big enough but that was the man's usual threat. It probably would happen one day, but he was trying not to think about it.

It was a lot to run through his mind, in reality he turned within seconds, "Ches, do you have to do that?"

@enchantdly

[thebirdandhersong]

songbird's brain: I think we ought to have a personal copy of the Chronicles of Narnia in our personal library. As a treat.

part of songbird's brain that has been keeping track of the literary 'treats' purchased in the past few months: says WHOSE WALLET

[electricpurrs]

i keep having embarrassingly deeper-than-they-should feelings about caboose that im not sure what to do about, with how i feel like i relate in a pretty genuine and sweet way to him in an autistic level and i do feel like reading him that way makes real sense but im just incapable of feeling very good about it when its very very clear caboose's neurodivergent esque behavior is applied exclusively to make the butt of the joke off how stupid he is. i care about him a lot as a character but i mostly just wanna rip him off r-slur-loving rooster teeth's hands and handle him with a minimum level of respect

[alchemylive]

i love my music prof tbh he’s got great taste n im v excited for my film music class

[this-is-a-name-dont-worry]

season 3 finale making me go from "awwww" to "OH NO" very fast

[jlf23tumble]

i have to say, as a closeted person who chooses to stay closeted for a myriad of personal reasons, i too would be very fucking resentful of a group of people who just won’t stop talking about or trying to shove “evidence” of me and my partner’s relationship on everyone’s faces when that is so clearly what we don’t want. so yeah i agree, he hates them, at least the very loud ones like [redacted] and [redacted]. and i’m saying that as someone who believes they’re currently together.

Yes to allll of this, I think it would be aggravating as fuck if they were together, apart, or anywhere in between (ESPECIALLY anywhere in between, like, can you imagine trying to navigate your messy ever-changing in real-time relationship status amongst all the noise, signs at concerts, incessant mentions on SM all the way down to your friends/family/arrangements to maintain that closet, etc etc, and these are your quote/unquote supporters, lmao)

[cinderellatype]

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ out of⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ hits you with my bisexual beam blast ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ in chara⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ stained glass cinderella ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ inbox⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ once upon a time... ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ answered⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ the end of the fairytale ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ aesthetics⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ paint my life‚ with color and light! no more lies‚ love me or let me say goodbye ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ character⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ no longer girl‚ 𝒃𝒖𝒕 𝒈𝒉𝒐𝒔𝒕‚ now that you won’t let me go ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ face⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ beloved glass rose ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ creations⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ taking a break from losing the idgaf wars to enjoy things sincerely ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ worldbuilding⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ when did my world become some empty place? i′m just an ivory statue on display ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ wardrobe⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ an outfit for every occasion ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ promotions⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ networking chance ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ crack⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ i've been wanting to get into living‚ what do you guys recommend for a beginner? ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ dash⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ word of mouth ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ blog updates⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ god help us all ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ calls⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ yippie.png ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ audio⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ play the music box? ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ everyone here is beautiful‚ but i want to shine on my own⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ wishlist ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ drabbles⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ this isn't a sob story‚ this is a warning‚ this is a caution sign ⠀ ❫

* ⠀ ⠀ 🥀 ⠀ ⠀ / ⠀ ⠀ tag name⠀ ⠀ 、 ⠀ ⠀ tag name ⠀ ❫

[awearywritersworld]

megumi's teacher — gojo satoru x reader

tags/warnings: fluff. fem!reader. gojo beefing with an eight year old. 700 words.

ever since megumi started the second grade, it's been (l/n)-sensei this. (l/n)-sensei that.

gojo picks up megumi's favorite ice cream, only to be scolded by the young boy. "(l/n)-sensei's favorite flavor is strawberry, so that's my favorite now!"

gojo tries to help him with his math homework, and it's "(l/n)-sensei did it this way. that means you should too!"

gojo reaches down to tie megumi's shoes for him, before his hand is promptly smacked away. "(l/n)-sensei said big boys tie their own shoes!"

honestly, gojo is starting to feel a little jealous. megumi's known you for what? two months?

he's been raising megumi for the past few years, but does that earn him an ounce of the adoration the young boy seems to have for you?

apparently not, though he perseveres nonetheless.

he and megumi are spending the afternoon out in the city and they stop at a small bakery for lunch.

while megumi is distracted looking at all the sweets behind the glass counter, the bell on the door draws gojo's attention.

his eyes fall upon a pretty young woman. actually, you might just be the prettiest woman he's ever seen.

and of course, a smirk forms on his lips when he catches you looking his way. he's puffing out his chest, running a hand through his hair.

he's always had a certain effect on the ladies, and he's never been more happy about that until this very moment—

"megumi?" you call from a few feet away. the wide smile adorning your face makes you look even more radiant.

while gojo visibly deflates, megumi's head whips around at the speed of light. "(l/n)-sensei!"

oh.

gojo very quickly comes to understand why the boy is so enamored by you.

megumi launches himself at you, while you crouch to meet him with open arms.

"i'm so happy to see you!" he practically sings, clinging to your neck.

you chuckle at his enthusiasm. "i'm happy to see you too, 'gumi."

gojo clears his throat, hoping that megumi will take the chance to introduce you two, but he is completely ignored.

"what are you going to get? i'll buy it for you," he states proudly, despite having zero money of his own.

your gaze shifts to gojo for the first time, and having your attention even just for a brief moment takes his breath away.

"that's very sweet megumi, but that's alright." you ruffle his hair when he pouts at your words, standing back up. "who's this?"

"oh that's just gojo. don't worry about him," he states with a wave of his hand.

the white haired man gawks at him in response. the nerve on that kid! he silently decides megumi will be losing dessert privileges for a week. no, two.

you stifle a giggle before offering your hand to him and introducing yourself as megumi's teacher.

he repeats your name, taking satisfaction in the way it sounds rolling off his tongue.

"that's a pretty name," he compliments, trying to recover from megumi's dismissal. "heard a lot about you. in fact, the kid never shuts up about you."

this earns him a glare from megumi, but gojo is too preoccupied with the shy look that crosses your features to notice.

gojo insists on paying for your order, a show of appreciation for taking such good care of megumi in class. you chat with the pair of them for a little while longer before eventually excusing yourself.

"thank you again, gojo-san. i'll see you on monday, megumi!"

just as you're turning on your heel, gojo calls your name and you look back at him expectantly.

"when, uh," he struggles, scratching the back of his neck. "when do i get to see you?"

nice.

"oh! well, parent-teacher conferences are only a few weeks away! i'll look forward to seeing you then," you answer sweetly, misunderstanding the meaning behind his words.

you bid them goodbye once more and they both watch your figure disappear down the street.

megumi turns to look at gojo smugly. "weeks? that sounds like a really long time—"

"shut it, kid."

[tiefslinger]

📜 * out. ‣ i'm not sorry for tipperposting‚ it will happen again.

📜 * in. ‣ the curtain rises.

📜 * inbox. ‣ once upon a time.

📜 * answered. ‣ it's the end of 𝑡ℎ𝑖𝑠 story‚ 𝑛𝑜𝑡 𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚 story.

📜 * face. ‣ a girl is a gun.

📜 * dash. ‣ i am currently in situations.

📜 * crack. ‣ i roll to cast gun.

📜 * aesthetics. ‣ i kneel into a dream where i am good and loved.

📜 * character. ‣ there will be goodbyes by dozens so practice by being brave.

📜 * worldbuilding. ‣ shoutout to blorbo from my mind.

📜 * creations. ‣ scoutlight‚ scoutkeep‚ scoutboss.

📜 * promotions. ‣ it's the crossover episode!

📜 * wishlist. ‣ campaign module.

📜 * connections. ‣ nobody is ever truly alone.

📜 * calls. ‣ roll initiative.

📜 * closet. ‣ armor class.

📜 * audio. ‣ can’t i have just one more song?

📜 * blog updates. ‣ god help us all.

📜 * saved. ‣ live tipper reaction.

[nochepsicodelica]

Toji who got really drunk after a misunderstanding you left him to ponder upon one morning when you left for work. You missed a part of your routinely goodbye to him and at first it didn't bother him. He understood that you were running late, but once he started chugging the cold drinks and he sat with the sentiment, he realized it did strike him.

He hated the entire process of getting drunk, hated that drinking was unbearable unless it was chased with sweet kisses from you, but there he was, downing bottle after bottle. He was starting to feel liquid full but even in this intoxicated state he didn't want to put down the bottles. At some point he starting feeling uncomfortable being by himself and didn't want to feel that way anymore, so he called and texted you. Multiple times. You finally picked up after the eighth call.

-Hi, baby! Sorry, I missed your calls. I just left work and i'm heading home.-

-Baby? Who are you calling baby?- He scoffs, a roll of his eyes following.

-You... Toji. It's you. Who else would I be calling baby?-

-Honestly, I...- He laughs, the sound not coming off as one of joy with the next words he speaks. -I didn't think you even loved me enough to give me stupid pet names. I feel very unloved by you and... mhm, just want you to know that.-

Now, that's just entirely untrue and it hurts to hear. You prove your love for him every day. What is this sudden false claim against you?

-Toji, love, what are you saying? I'm coming home, already. Maybe we should talk in person. This is hard to discuss over the phone.-

-Uh-huh, you do that.- He sighs, heavily, his eyes lidding with sluggishness. -Can't win a verbal argument, s-so you're gonna come over here and try to seduce me with your pretty face. I'm just gonna say no when you try to touch me. Just no.-

-I'll see you in a bit, Toji.- you say, before abruptly hanging up.

He sounded off. You knew something was up the second you saw his eight missed calls and a stack of messages just saying 'hey'.

Your keys jingled as you pulled them out of your bag to unlock the front door. The house was steady, no sign of Toji watching TV in the living room or of the shower running. You walked further in, calling his name. It was kind of eery walking through your silent house. You also knew of Toji's tendency of scaring you, so you were on guard for that as you paced around the house. You had one more room to check and it was the bedroom. You dragged your feet over to the room, knocking when you noticed the door was closed. There was no answer after two more knocks so you just opened the door.

The sound startled Toji who was lying against the headboard of the bed, almost falling asleep. The second he saw you his demeanor changed. He perked up like a dog when their owner comes home, before melting back to the stoic state he had been sitting in.

"Hey," you say, almost tentatively, as you walk towards your shared bed, sitting down on the edge. You're met with an acknowledging hum of a response. "What's wrong, baby?"

"There you go calling me baby again. Baby is for people who love each other, so stop it."

You look over the bed, spotting the evidence that led to the bite in his attitude towards you— those bottles that spill the remaining drops of their content and Toji's backwash onto the bed, making the sheets reek of alcohol.

"Well, I love you, so no, i'm not gonna stop calling you baby."

He crosses his arms over his chest, huffing like a child. "That so? It didn't seem that way this morning. I've never felt so forgotten about by you."

"I told you I was gonna be late for work, but you insisted on keeping me trapped beneath you. Bring that part to light, handsome." You can see the corners of his lips twitching. He's holding back the most wicked smirk at the short burst of memories from the morning. "Plus, I still gave you your goodbye kiss, so what are you on about?"

"You didn't say 'I love you'. That's part of goodbye with you, so you can't blame me for feeling this way." His eyes express something of hurt. Maybe it's enhanced by the drinks he had, but you can't leave him that way.

"You're loved, baby. Very much so. Me not saying it this one time doesn't diminish the actual feeling." He's been reduced to a cub over this, so as his lover, you step in to mend the feelings that were grazed.

"Can you..." he rasps, patting his thigh, signaling for you to sit. You drag yourself towards him, and plop yourself onto his lap. You can smell the alcohol on his breath as he rambles on about how you can't forget to say 'I love you' to him ever again, even if it's a blurted, rushed one that he doesn't get a chance to respond to as you rush out the door.

The look he reserves for you is entirely soft, his hands are hot against your clothed back as they feel the warm body he's missed for hours. "I still..." he pauses to sigh, tiredness imbued into the sound. "Still want you to call me baby," he starts again. "I was just bummed. Don't stop calling me baby. Don't ever do that." He's letting his hands roam all over you. Your back, your waist, your hips—everything.

"Are you gonna let me touch you or are you gonna say 'no'?" You grin, remembering his words, verbatim, just incase he tries to tell you he never said them.

"Why aren't you touching me? Why would I not want you to touch me?" He looks insulted by the question and you have half a mind to remind him of what he said to you on the phone, but the heat in his eyes dies out as quickly as it appeared. "Really need a hug, mama. Please, hug," he says, the last part muffled by your chest as he keeps his face buried into it.

You held him tight and murmured 'I love you' countless times, while he hummed in response and groaned quietly as you ran your fingers through his hair.