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dilfsuzanneyk · 1 year ago
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i'm watching wendigoon's live reaction to kane pixel's the oldest view right now and the way he gushes over every detail and how it makes him feel makes me SO happy. the way he's scared but is so intrigued with it is amazing!! i hope every artist gets to experience that!! i hope every artist gets to see someone love their art so wholly and deeply that they see it Affect them. and i hope more people let themselves sit with something and let it affect them. peace and love everyone
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turtletoria · 4 months ago
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the krampus incident from the book of bill if it was out of character and stupid
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witandcharm · 1 month ago
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I just hate when people say Dorian downgraded in this game because what some might see as getting old, is something truly special to me when it comes to his character. This is a young man who endured so much growing up, the same man whose father wanted to do blood magic on him and turn him into a vegetable rather than let him be his true self. This is also the man who flat out admits he expected to die during his time in the Inquisition to become a sort of martyr for his people, but managed to live anyway and took responsibility to return to his homeland and help make a difference. This is a man who, in one of the endings of Trespasser, survived an assassination attempt ( thanks Bull rip love u miss u ) and probably many more that followed. Seeing Dorian in this game hit so hard because it's like, despite how bad things were for him, he kept going, he lived on, he still continues to fight for what's right despite the odds being against him. Truly the definition of never kys because he has come so far and what a glow up. So yeah, say his hair is terrible or whatever, but I however adore his smile lines, that show how much he's aged. I enjoy his crows feet, because he wears them so well. Let characters get old, let them show it on their features. I love every part of what he is now and am happy to see him again after all these years.
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skuntank · 4 months ago
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tries not to feel too bad every time i flood peoples dashes with 1000 text posts about characters only five people in the world care about
a sincere and heartfelt thank you to anyone who does actually read the shit i post. ultimately this is all for myself and just to make myself feel good and to indulge my younger self that would be over the moon over the stuff im posting but it is nice if others get even a little enjoyment out of it
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cyphyra · 11 months ago
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tbh i wish undertale was still as massive as it used to be, i get people end up getting burnt out, move on to other things, etc, but watching my feed have a bunch of UT stuff-- au or canon-- just flying by on my dash constantly always made me smile
it just sucks that there was such a polarizing backlash to undertale and creators for it (i think shortly after it won "greatest game of all time" on gamefaqs which, cmon yall, it's an arbitrary title, it shouldn't've been taken seriously) that ended with deleted blogs and an overall lull in the flow of content, both being shared and being produced
that little bump of content i started seeing once UT Yellow released made it feel like those days again n i already miss it
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robotlesbianjavert · 2 years ago
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yeah i know real!afo is probably gonna come in and do whatever he was gloating about vis a vis finishing the shigafo merge, at least i know that shigaraki is a tough bitch. like some of you may not know but spinner is like my favourite character. not sure if that's evident from my entire everything. but shigaraki was the first character i fell in love with and the reason i started reading.
i've been insanely miffed since the end of the plf raid and the shigafo takeover, because we did lose a lot of material that should have been explored as shigaraki - the loss of twice, his thoughts on spinner's loyalty, maybe some thoughts on the development of the plf - and for so long it felt like we were losing the shigaraki the story has followed in order to pursue the path of an 'innocent tenko' who only really needed to be 'saved' from all for one's machinations, nevermind anything else about the guy. while i still wish we could have had shigaraki's thoughts on Everything Else, last chapter was a huge relief in knowing that the shigaraki that attracted me to the story in the first place is still there, fully aware of what he wants and willing to fight for it. no matter what else happens in this goddamn manga, shigaraki will always be a top tier character. love and kisses.
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anothermonikan · 1 year ago
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Y'know I come across like, self-deprecating stuff in my archive and I think about deleting it and I'm deciding against it because it's kind of a reminder of how far I've come y'know? From the 13 year old who didn't think she'd make it to 16, to the 15 year old who got so depressed they didn't think they'd make it to 16, to the 16 year old who thought he wouldn't make it until 18, to me now, 19, being excited at the prospect of being 20! Hey Andy!!! Things got better like people said they would!! Isn't that so cool?? You found your name, your friends, what you want to do, what you enjoy doing, you want to live more than anything now. You're doing your best and I know it's hard that no one seems to recognise it but you're gonna make it through no matter how bleak it all seems!! You're doing good, and you're going to do better. I do not miss being you.
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pomeg-glitch · 2 years ago
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Hi. Hello. I'm really sorry if this is a question you e answered but I'm emerging from a 45 minute panicked search. Picture me as a desperate, manic, half drowned raccoon.
I believe it's you that made my favourite TMA animatic...ever. First Love? It was by someone with this same handle on YouTube. It has dissappeared. I cannot even find the channel. I was just wondering what happened?
A selfish person (me) would also love to know if they could maybe get a copy? If it's okay with you.
Hi, hello. As the person who, in a previous bout of paranoia, panicked and privated the channel and all its contents, I sympathize with the desperate, manic, half drowned raccoon feel. I’ve been almost too anxious to look at it since, but, y’know. Uh. Since you asked so nicely?
in seriousness, I’ve been meaning to open the darn thing back up anyway. I’m working on videos on and off for years, even though I never finish them, and I have to put them someplace if I do. Besides, I’ve taken a few videos that meant a lot to some folks down with me into the void, and much as I’d like to let people see them again, I’ve been kind of… scared, about it. Anyway, uh. So here’s a link!
I don’t know yet if I’m going to make it all public again instead of unlisted, or if, or when, but. I know this video’s made a lot of people awfully happy, and even though I cringe violently at my old (almost three years, now, look how I’ve grown) art, I really am glad you enjoy it :] so… enjoy it.
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odetolovers · 1 year ago
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shaking crying screaming
#get u a girlfriend who wants to get someone to recreate your old childhood stuffie that u lost#and wants to get u ur old favourite childhood book that u lost#bc she knows that ur childhood wasnt great but those parts were and wants to give them back to u#im seriously. dying every second every minute every day i have never experienced a love as kind and thoughtful and good as this#and i am truly obsessed with her she is everything i cd have ever wanted and more#i feel so lucky i cannawt believe this is real life sometimes i stg. SORRY im being extremely sappy but it’s just soooo#i was not looking for this love it just Happened TM and it makes everything else it took me to get here worth it#me when i am so very devoted and i would do anything to make her happy and i know she’d do the same#i Adore her. i cant even conceptualise how much i love her what the hell man#and not just bc of how she loves me but bc of who she is#ive never met someone more unflinchingly honest but kind and loving and fawking hilarious#and capable and self aware and such a beautiful person inside & out#i love her in all her humanness and i love her with everything in me If im honest.#i knew from before we even got together that i was going to marry her and that feeling hasnt changed#me when i spill my guts on tumblr i am treating it like a diary not a social media site. oop#WHATEVER IM HAPPY AND IN LOVE AND DEVOTED AND !!!!!!!!!!!!!#anyway.#valentina talks#my lover#EDIT IM ENDING IT ALL SHE FOUND MY OMD STUFFIE AND BOUGHT UT IM CRYING SHAKIFNGBSUING THROWIFNUOP AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH
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ace-was-already-taken · 1 month ago
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Random fact abt me: the top reason I love the holiday season is bcuz it gives me an excuse to make stuff for my irl friends :33
(for context I just finished making a Beast Boy kandi for one of my friends who rlly likes Beast Boy lol)
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sleepyagent · 4 months ago
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Fuck, only imagining kissing you still makes my heart jump a bit🤡
#delete later#clown#mine#feelings#her#i keep imagining you w sb else to prepare myself from the inevitable days but all im doing is borrowing grief from tmr which isnt#really helpful and i instead should be happy for n with her annieway#she deserves the world and be treated best#what a cliché thing to say but i get that it can still be true because why is it that things that r too sweet r deemed fake#im just quite sappy and i dont really say things i dont mean#ik i will love you for as long as i live even if it eventually transforms into a different kinda love#it will persist in a different form bc that just seems to be the kinda person i am or how love is for me#id keep caring and id keep wanting the best for you#parts of each person i came to love remain as parts of me annieway#i can never truly lose them nor can they#omfg lol crying while having covid just makes me feel like im choking or drowning tf my nose holes r completely blocked whats this lmao#kinda funny feeling tbh#sorry for being the odd one out of the two of us im already trying to make sure that nearly all i do is solely out of platonic feelings#so our friendship isnt “tainted” or driven by my inferior intentions or whatever but can stand on its own#which is as important to me as ppl not abandoning friends for a romantic relationship#or that ppl i come to fancy or could fancy value me enough as a friend first#im rambling#how long till it isnt this kinda love anymore#how long till i can be happy with and for her when she finds sb is everything she wants or needs and who treats her the way she deserves#sounds patronising of me tbh#idealising even#also have to keep reminding myself: this is just any other flirting with friends nothing to it any other flirting w friends with no intent#cuz i do value her as a friend as well#am i playing myself
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bidolatry · 1 year ago
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before i go bed i need to- [explodes into 10000 pieces]
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ping-ski · 4 months ago
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UGLY CRYING I AM UGLY CRYING PLUCK THANK YOU OH MY GOD
The Finale we've all been waiting for. The End of the Good End. Thanks for joining me on this wild ride, and don't forget to check that author's note at the end for a special surprise.
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seiwas · 1 year ago
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₊˚⊹。take my time (i’ll spend it all on you) | gojo satoru
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summary: gojo sees you in lingerie for the first time. 
contains: f!reader, suggestive almost nsfw (they make out… maybe a bit steamy), 18+ just in case, reader is in lingerie, shy feelings!! gojo down bad!!
a/n: i hc that the first time gojo sees you in lingerie, it’s like seeing you walk down the aisle—he’s a bit sappy like that! i also think that he’d love seeing his lover in pink! idk! it’s just the vibes! (col reader would look cute in pink too i think hehe complements the personality!); takes place later on, around col #4 (wip)
collection masterlist: conversations on love 3.5b. —will i ever bring you peace? <- you are here -> +04b (extra). if you're ready (let me) + 04. these traces of love, they outline you
MINORS DO NOT INTERACT.
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There are few things in life that have earned Gojo’s double take: 
A sign for a newly-opened gelato shop with ‘exclusive flavors for the first 30 customers!’ written in fine print; Megumi, back in middle school, being confessed to with a sweetly handcrafted box of chocolates for Valentine’s Day; a small cut, right at the tip of his nose from that time you sparred with him and he let you get too close (or so he says). 
And now you. 
In something pink—
—that if he backtracks just a bit, steps one foot behind the other to glance again at the space left open by the bedroom door, and squints—
He’s certain, 200% sure. 
It’s lingerie. 
He blinks once, twice, rubs at his eyes even as his mind attempts to catch up to whatever it is–you–he just saw. This must be what wires feel when they short circuit. 
You know he’s home, right? You have to, you just told him to rinse the dishes after snacking.
And he was in the middle of doing that—walking across your apartment from couch to kitchen, stopping only to do a double take at the sight of pink in his periphery, at you, once he looked again, clearly. 
Or were you doing this on purpose? Did you want him to see you? 
He gulps, warmth spreading from the tips of his ears down to his neck, lingering. 
There’s only one way to find out, really. 
He walks down the hallway leading to the bedroom, keeping his footsteps light so as to not startle you.
If he’s being honest right now, his mind is full to the point of feeling empty—too many thoughts swirling around the fact that behind this very door, he’s about to find you in pink lingerie. 
And when he takes a deep breath, fingertips pushing on wood very slightly as he calls out, “Bab—“
“S’toru!” you squeal from the other side, panicked as you instantly push it back closed.
So you didn’t do it on purpose. 
“Sorry, give me a minute!” you call out, and he can hear your footsteps from the other side, frantically walking around for what he can assume is you looking for something to cover yourself with. 
But he doesn’t want that. 
Not when he already has the visual of you, pretty in what he suspects is pink lace.
Not when the way you said ‘S’toru’ sounded so much like ‘‘Toru’, your ‘‘Toru’, the way you usually say it pressed against bed sheets, under him, expression blissed out from—
Do you have any idea what that does to him? 
“Are you wearing lingerie?” 
You freeze. Gojo can tell from the other side of the door, and you think, damn it, because he isn’t supposed to know you bought a set, much less see you in it. Not yet. 
You could try to lie, but Gojo always sees through you, through every change in inflection, the way your eyebrow twitches before speaking. 
“Can I come in?” he asks softly, almost hesitantly. 
How can you possibly resist him when he speaks to you like this? Asking permission as if this space you live in isn’t as much his?
You sigh, flustered at being caught this way, “Can you close your eyes first?” 
He follows, laying one hand over his eyes for good measure before knocking on the door. You open it slowly, wood creaking as he steps inside. 
You feel a little naked right now despite how he isn’t even looking your way, opting to face the side opposite from where you’re standing. It’s on purpose, you know, he can tell where you are—Six Eyes and all. 
There’s a smile that he’s hiding, biting his lower lip to stop it from showing. His toes are wiggling from the excitement coursing through him.
You know Gojo will like you in anything; in fact, he’s made it very clear that he prefers you in nothing—but still. Your stomach feels queasy and you can’t get rid of how nervous you’re feeling. 
And you guess, it’s really just because this was meant to be a surprise for him—the design you’ve chosen, how it looks on your body, how it looks to him, especially. You’d ordered the lingerie set months in advance to leave a lot of time for returns, whether it turned out ill-fitting or just unflattering.
You didn’t expect him to catch a glimpse of it now, months before his birthday, before you were even ready. 
“I’m waiting…” he teases, voice sing-song in that way he usually does to annoy you. It always makes you smile though, and it’s an odd form of comforting with how it dulls your jitters right now, just a little bit.
“Okay, you can look.” 
As soon as he turns, you squeeze your eyes shut, hands on your sides as you fiddle with your fingernails. Seeing, knowing his reaction in real time is still nervewracking, regardless of every reassurance you tell yourself—because, what if this is the off-chance that you’re wrong, and he doesn’t like it? 
Or worse: what if he has to pretend he likes it?
You frown a bit—it doesn’t help at all that Gojo isn’t saying anything.
But—
How can he, when there are no words, no adjectives, no possible descriptions to articulate what he’s seeing—what he’s feeling?
If he didn’t die then, in every instance he’s brushed with death: by Toji’s hands, locked up inside that box, in that final moment with Sukuna, nearly halved—
He thinks he might have just died right now. 
Because this? You? In lingerie as pink as all he’s feeling—his cheeks, his nose, flushing down his neck, maybe even his chest if it were exposed. 
It’s heaven. 
You’re a sight. 
While Gojo has certainly seen you in much less, and done with you things much more than just stand with you like this, he’s never seen you in lingerie.
And you’re so pretty. Sexy. All his, he can’t believe it.   
He’s noticing all the little details on it–on you–its shade, almost salmon with a bit of baby pink; its material: sheer net as the base for everything—it’s practically see-through save for the delicate floral lace running across the bra cups and panty front.
The set itself is nice, sure, but he knows he only likes it this much because it’s on you. And he knows he’ll always like anything on you. 
The heat in his stomach is building, spreading, to the single part of him that—
“Is it that bad?” you scrunch your nose, eyes still closed. He looks at you confused, before he realizes: he hasn’t said anything.
He chuckles and you open your eyes, pouting. 
And God, he wishes you didn’t do that. That look on your face—what it does to him.
“I ordered it in advance for your birthday,” you start, pout deepening as you ramble on, “it was supposed to be a surprise, but if you don’t like it, I can still–” 
That’s enough. 
He can’t believe that you actually think he doesn’t like it. 
Gojo steps into your space, close enough to grab you by the waist as his other hand reaches up to slot itself in the area between your ear and your jawline, tilting your head up slightly as he leans in to kiss you. 
It’s rushed at first, almost desperate—hungry, the way he releases his breath only to take you in; your lips, soft in the way he knows them to be, his hand on your waist squeezing. Your fingertips trail to his cheek, almost cupping as his kisses turn deeper, more languid, lips moving against yours slowly, savoring. 
Gojo is a fast learner, and he shows it best in the way he kisses you, as if he’s memorized every way to build that familiar heat within you. You lay your other hand against his chest, gripping at the fabric of his t-shirt as he pulls you closer. 
You bite his lip and suck, just a little bit, the way he likes it, and he moans, lowly, vibrations rippling through your mouth as he holds you steady. He’s hard already; you can feel it pressing against your lower belly. 
And you realize, as a small laugh tears itself away from you, how ridiculous it was for you to even worry. 
You break the kiss, leaning your forehead against his as you keep your noses touching. It’s impossible to tell how Gojo looks, but you have a hunch with how he’s breathing so heavily; the skies in his eyes must be darker, almost gray, turned on by desire—the same one settling deep in your stomach, aching, needy. 
“It’s perfect,” he whispers, lips grazing yours. He traces hearts by your shoulder, something born out of the many times you’ve lain in bed together, playing with the strap of your bra before pulling, a short snap! as he lets go. 
“You like it?” you whisper back, a lilt in your tone, teasing. Your fingers come up to trace his lips and he holds them in place, nipping. 
“Mhm,” he grins, smoothing his hand over the lace details on your bra, his thumb rubbing, “so pretty.” 
He leans in again, a small peck, before asking, “Does this mean I can get my gift now?” 
You laugh, hitting his chest, “It’s not your birthday yet!” 
“Yeah, but what is time anyway?” 
And you know, with the way he’s trailing kisses down your neck, licking and sucking—you’re going to have to find another thing to surprise him with on his birthday. 
.
Later that evening, with your head lying right on his chest, you remember. 
“Oh yeah, the set also came with one of those belt things. Garter, I think? But I wasn’t sure if you’d be into–” 
You’ve never seen Gojo get up from bed faster.
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thank you notes: for that anon that asked about whether col reader wears lingerie! + @stellamancer @soumies @crysugu for validating me that pink is in fact col reader's colour ᰔ i also just luv u guys 🥺
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comments, tags, and reblogs are greatly appreciated ♡
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emeraldbabygirl · 1 year ago
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THUNDER AND MIMI ARE GETTING MARRIED????
I DIDNT EVEN KNOW THERE WAS A MIMI IN GUGUDAN
FIRST JHEART AND THEN UKWON AND MY HYUNA AND MY MINHA AND MY KYUNGRI
IM JEALOUS CAUSE THUNDER WAS MY BIAS BUT I KNOW I WOULDNT HAVE A CHANCE WITH HIM ANYWAY OR ANY OTHER IDOL OR CELEB FOR THAT MATTER BUT IM ALSO JEALOUS CAUSE..what if I want that? What if sometimes I just really really wanna fall in love and get married so bad and have someone love me and get all those sappy gross feelings?? I’m jealous cause the more young people or idols that get married the less I feel like I have a chance in general? I know I don’t with any idol of celeb or pretty person or whatever but :(
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yuwuta · 18 days ago
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YOU AND I TOGETHER, WON’T YOU HOLD ON TO ME — YUUTA OKKOTSU
cw mentions of children, pregnancy. so much of yuuta being happy and sappy :(( sorry i haven’t shutup about my little depressed lovesick boy making it out and living a full life. probably won’t anytime soon actually. satoru is alive and well in all my renditions of happily ever after and that won’t change either i fear  
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Yuuta talks about the future often. A future with you, and him, and your friends, and a family where you’re all together forever and he gets to love you until the end of time. 
Sometimes, you think he doesn’t realize what he’s doing—dreaming about forever with you; but you can never find it in your heart to break his illusion. The boy who used to dread his next waking moment is dreaming and dreaming and dreaming, and making all of yours come true. 
It’s quiet in this part of the Gojo compound. The gentle sounds of a stream running through the garden, and chirping of birds are the only noises that disrupt your daydreams. 
Or, perhaps, fuel them. 
“I hope our kids aren’t afraid of birds,” Yuuta muses, wide eyes looking past your face up to the tall trees, full of happily singing bluebirds, “There’s so many of them here.” 
You’re gentle when you stroke his hair, taking advantage of his head in your lap to pull the longer pieces out of his eyes. 
Your smile is giddy, unfiltered. “Kids? Plural?” 
Yuuta hums with smile. His eyes remain on the sky, chasing a pair of birds that flitter between long branches. 
“Yeah. At least two, so they don’t get lonely,” he says, “They’ll have us, and their cousins, and sensei, and our friends, but they’re going to need each other at home.”
Yuuta lets his eyes fall to you at the end of his sentence, a sparkling smile on his scarred lips. 
“I see,” you smile, “At least two so they can be friends.” 
“Best friends,” he revises your statement, “So they can train together, too, if they want to be sorcerers. Or not. It’s fine, either way.” He blinks, eyes warm, “I hear that four is the happy medium for a family, but I think three is going to be easier inheritance wise, if sensei is serious about making me clan head someday.” 
“Is that so?” 
“Yeah, but if a fourth comes along, I’m sure we’ll figure it out.” 
“I’m sure sensei will have made more than enough money for them by then.” 
Yuuta giggles, earnestly in your arms at that. “Of course he will.” 
You pause for a moment, committing his laugh to memory. His features flush slightly under your gaze, and you lean down to kiss his scarred forehead. You let your hands resume petting his hair, following in his gaze to look up at the birds. 
“Tell me more about them.” 
Yuuta doesn’t waste a moment, closing his eyes; letting you paint the picture in the sky for yourself as he talks. 
“The gap between the oldest and youngest is six or seven years. I think five might be enough, though. So, that means our middle one is about three when our littlest comes along.” 
“Unless a fourth happens.” 
Yuuta hums in agreement. “Unless a fourth happens. But we’ll have time.” 
You’ll have time, you nod. You have time now, you and him; all the time in the world. 
“A three year old and newborn sounds like a lot of work.” 
“Maybe. But we’ll also have a seven year old. He’s going to want to help with the baby, so we’ll have an extra hand,” Yuuta says, “And that’s not even counting sensei and the rest.” 
“He?”
“I think he’ll be a boy, the oldest. He might look like me, but he’ll act like you, so he’s going to be Kugisaki’s favorite.”
You find yourself choking out a genuine cackle at that. When you look down, Yuuta’s got a smile wider than yours. 
“He sounds wonderful. Like his father,” you confess, “But the idea of pregnancy thrice in a seven year span sounds exhausting.” 
“We can use surrogates. Or adopt. Or whatever,” Yuuta tells you, “Gojo-sensei will help us figure it out if we need help.” 
You have no doubt about that. And now, when you look back up to the sky, you can see vignettes of Gojo-sensei with your your seven year old on his shoulders, your middle child on his hip, and the baby gnawing at his legs. 
And then Yuuji is skipping into the scene, cooing at the youngest, picking him up and consoling him effortlessly. He carries the baby over to a crib with another crying newborn that looks eerily like Megumi, whose green eyes go wide at the stranger, then smile gummy as both babies reach for each other. 
Maki is there too, tapping your eldest on the shoulder with her staff and pretending not to have done it. Nobara holds up a shirt to the middle child, brassy in questioning Gojo why she told her that the baby would fit in this size that’s obviously too big, meanwhile the toddler ignores them both, fascinated with the marks on Toge’s cheeks as he plays peek-a-boo. 
It’s not hard to imagine. The scenes in your head aren’t wild fantasies or unattainable dreams—not anymore. 
“You want a big family.” 
Yuuta nods, reaching for your hand and pulling it away from his hair, and to his lips. “We have the resources for it now. Not just financially—we have time, and lots of friends, and lots of love.” 
Yuuta presses a kiss to the back of your hand, and you smile. He’s right, there’s more than enough love to go around. 
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