#it will eventually get better

[frogwithgun]

Y'all know what time it issssssss

Writing timeeeeeeee

Yippie!

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"Dad? It's been three days."

Geto sighs. Since that day he talked to Gojo, he hasn't been feeling the best. In fact, he's started to doubt himself. Is he a good father? Should he even be a father?

There's so much he wants to give the girls. He wishes to give them the world! And he would.

But there's only so much one person can do.

So he sits up, places a smile on his face, and opens his door. "Hey girls." They both look at him in shock. He looks like hes been through a war. "We made you pancakes." Mimiko says and grabs his hand. "Yeah! We tried to make them how you do but we couldn't figure it out." Nanako adds and grabs his other hand.

Together the girls drag him to the kitchen and sit him down at the counter. "Here!" They said happily. And while Nanako starts talking to him happily, Mimiko is behind him brushing his hair.

Geto can't help himself and he smiles widely. That Gojo was wrong. His girls could never be a waste.

"Thank you girls."

Nanako smiles and Mimiko hugs him. "You're welcome dad!"

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"All this to say, I really am sorry!" Gojo is frantice. Pacing around his office as though it's on fire. And Ijichi is forced to stand there and watch him. "Sir that's the third voicemail you've left him." He says meekly.

Gojo is a mess. His hair standing in every which direction, his clothing wrinkled, the bags under his eyes huge, and his eyes wide and panicked. "Maybe I should leave another!" He goes to dial the number again, but Ijichi takes his phone.

Gojo looks at his now empty hand. He clears his throat. "No worries!" He digs around his pockets and pulls out a spare phone. "Here we go! Was it 889 or 673?" He mutters to himself. Ijichi sighs.

He's been like this for a while. Slowly losing his mind over his blunder with Geto. Quite frankly, it's pitiful.

Ijichi holds his hand out for the spare. Which Gojo reluctantly hands over. He goes to sit at his desk, sulking like a child who got his toy taken away. He hasn't had a slump like this in, ages.

He was the great Gojo Satoru. Now reduced to a mess over some, guy? Ijichi didn't think it was right at all. H was CEO of Six Eyes Inc.. What did some guy have that made Gojo lose his cool like this?

Not that it mattered because Gojo wasn't going to get his phones back.

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I'm so sorry it took so long for this to come out! Life has been well lifing and I've lost motivation to write. But I'm back! That season of the dragon prince releasing was what I needed lol.

[arighmaa-dataq]

So in the influx of vids about Gaza and other horrific things in the world on TikTok, there arises the need to make sure it is seen by as many people as possible. And to do that you’re asked to like, comment, repost, etc. Sometimes, unfortunately, using certain phrases or words in vids or comments can cause the people posting these to be shadow banned or forced to take it down, so sometimes you’d get a crisis vid with comments talking about recipes or travel to avoid this.

This has kinda caused me to adapt a habit of commenting on vids with whatever comes to my head to ensure the engagement is sufficient enough to keep it up and seen. And I’m not sure if this is just a me thing or if anyone else has decided to type copypasta in TikTok comments for the greater good.

Part of me is a bit scared that this might be rude or inappropriate, which if it is I am deeply sorry for offending anyone by talking about the critically acclaimed MMORPG FFXIV online or a random tongue twister on someone trying to raise money to help people get out of a certain horrific situation. Sometimes I just don’t know what to say but still want the video to keep getting engagement so I just type whatever I can.

[churchofthemimic]

memories of a place that doesn't exist anymore. a world that is so different now.

[vivenecii]

I combined two good omens study club themes, tartan and a movie still. I decided to choose one from Little Women, which I have yet to watch

[acadieum]

girlhood is a spectrum or smth like that...

(lup doodle for my treasured mutual, @lichlover !!!)

[jesus-holding-your-fave]

hey. it’s going to be ok. have a toad

[rystiel]

that annoying moment when getting left for dead in the trunk of a car in your 20s comes back to haunt you 40 years later (take a shot every time ford says “stanley”)

[thecaptainamore]

This is so unserious I’m dead (just like…just like uhh..)

(VOLUME WARNING I did not realize how loud it got until I put on headphones💀)

[hauntingsunshine14]

so, another thing about collegiate teams is that they usually have an alumni game.

now the foxes don't have any alumni by the end of the books, but they will eventually.

now this might be different for a sport like exy (I played lax which really dosent have a large professional league, but the big d1 schools i think still do this too) but yk what it usually happens during pre-season anyways and its always a ton of fun.

Because what happens is that it's usually a game of alumni vs current players. and that is hilarious.

(Dan gets back on the court and gets to win against her current players)

(the current players are just like 'this is so unfair' and 'what the fuck do you mean I have to guard kevin motherfucking day' or ' how the fuck am I supposed to score? minyard is in goal???')

Neil has the time of his life btw - because an alumni game is also a chance for everyone to play on the foxes' court again, a chance to come home!

[sheerakk]

[pinespinespinespinespines]

Part 1

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[draconic-ichor]

He tries his best..,

[inkbagel]

I like when nightwing has long hair but he should tie it up more often. I almost fell out of a tree once bc I didn’t tie my hair back and he fights crime for a living there’s no way he can see what he’s doing half the time. Plus braids are cute

[technically-human]

Hi i'm absolutely in love with the reverse au!!

I want to know, in this verse does edwin still confesses to charles? if so how is it different? i feel if he did he would end it by apologizing, you know, religious guilt and all

There’s a train that goes through Hell.

Its journey starts in Wrath, and it departs already full of souls. It took Charles far too many years to realize that there were separate, more spacious wagons that demons could board. Not that he could understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t.

Actually, Charles couldn’t recall ever boarding the train. As far as he could tell, he just appeared there one day, and had spent the next tortuous decades trying to get out. It was part of the torture. Getting out was entirely possible. More than that, it was necessary.

The train had no regular schedule that he could discern (not at first, though he had always been good at finding patterns, and was eventually able to crack it) but it would make quite a few stops before finally returning to the Wrath ring. Souls inside the train were already angry and far too close to each other (close, so close not even air could squeeze in) but when they got really violent was when the train made a stop.

Getting out didn’t mean you were free, no matter where you managed it, be it Sloth or Gluttony, Pride or Lust. No, as soon as the train finished its journey, you would appear back inside, in Wrath where you belonged, suffocating once again, getting ready to claw your way out for the millionth time.

Because if you didn’t get out, The Conductor would get you.

If he thought about it calmly, Charles could probably say that he got out of the train more times than not. Still, being caught by The Conductor once was bad enough, as there was no coal in Hell, and something had to serve as combustible. Souls could not burn to death, and the whole journey always felt longer than eternity when he was caught. Once it was over, he would be inside again, and fight with more desperation than before, not caring who stayed inside so long as it wasn’t him.

He couldn’t understand why anyone, hellborn or not, would want to get into the damned thing. He certainly hadn’t. But as the souls pushed and bit and clawed and punched their way out, Edwin boarded the train. And that wasn’t even the most groundbreaking revelation Charles had that day.

ko-fi

[decideroffacts]

[licollisa]

hey. dont cry. you look ugly, okay?

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