#when you try your best but you don't succeed

[theorphicangel]

bf!sukuna x reader christmas drabble

fyi: i kept sukuna twins with yuji's dad because it made more sense to me lol... i still don't get the epilogue...whoops

claims he does not give a single fuck about christmas and states this each and every time that you bring it up around him.

at the end of your rant about what presents you'll get for your friends and family he looks at you with a disinterested expression

you try to get him in the mood for christmas many, many, many times but you fail to succeed.

at one point you had to decoration your shared apartment all by yourself, lugging around boxes filled with christmas decorations.

you thought you had it all covered until it came to the star on the christmas tree, the final touch to christmas.

slyly you approach Sukuna with a grin.

'help me put the star on?'

'no.'

'but I can't reach.'

'tough, use a chair shorty.'

'pleaseeeeee' you give your best puppy eyes expression

a small pause occurs before he gives in. 'fine.'

it's unfortunate that sukuna doesn't personally show any interest to christmas but that doesn't stop you from dragging him to the christmas markets and make him buy overpriced hot chocolate for you or make him come gift shopping with you.

'how many bags do you need, woman? you need presents for your friends not presents for the entire fucking planet.'

it's only when you give him that look that he shuts the fuck up.

it's only when he catches you backing in the kitchen with a cheesy christmas song in the background with you singing along that Sukuna begins to take it seriously. making christmas cookies with flour down your apron and all over your face makes his heart finally race.

and that's when he locks in for christmas.

he's one of those people around in the store looking for a last minute christmas present, trying to get a gift for those he can think of. yuji his nephew, his brother, his grandfather and finally you.

your gift is proving to be the trickiest. what the fuck does he get you? he's not really known for being sentimental with gifts and with a quick back and forth phone call to his twin brother, Jin, that he finally gets the gift right.

bright and early on christmas morning he waits for you to awake, as per usual, your smile and giddy expression almost has him in the christmas mood.

almost. maybe you can spot a smirk here and there.

the exchange of gifts goes pretty well. soft christmas music in the background with a classic film playing and the warmth of the room keeping the winter cold away.

you're extremely satisfied with your gifts as is sukuna, the two of you thanking each other.

to your surprise there is one last gift left under the tree...and it's all for you.

as you open this gift you can't help but notice Sukuna's gaze, waiting for your reaction. you raise a brow as you tear the wrapping to find a boxed package, opening up the lid you find a necklace.

a gold necklace with the first letter of your name in a heart. It was the same necklace you had been eyeing a few months ago, back in spring when you and sukuna walked past the jeweler once. you made the offhanded comment of 'oh that looks pretty' towards the very same necklace in your hand right now.

you look up at sukuna, your chin wobbling.

'you're not about to start crying-'

'oh kuna!'

you interrupt him, jumping onto him for a hug with arms around his neck. he catches you with ease, a hand around your waist for security.

'merry christmas my love' you sniffle.

'merry christmas to you too.'

[canisalbus]

You ever see the video of the racoon with a piece of cotton candy and it tries to wash it off in some water only for it to dissolve, and its little racoon hands are patting the water trying to find the cotton candy? I need a tiny racoon-like Machete losing his cotton candy in the water while Vasco sits by him and comforts him. I need tiny teary-eyed racoon Machete. Please.

[delawaredetroit]

Shiketsu Guy: We hope we can have a good relationship with UA in the future.

Shouto, two seconds later: Hey you with the face, what's your problem.

[thenezuverse]

R E V A M P

Hello my lovely readers! Usually before starting the next part of this series, I re-read all of Sunlight to get myself back into the swing of things. However! This time, I was absolutely struck by the fact that I utterly hated my own writing! In light of this discovery, I decided to do a revamp of all the chapters I don't particularly like. I will not be changing anything fundamental about the story, but I will be doing some extensive construction, as well as adding in some new details. I will post updates on my tumblr when a part is completely finished, for anyone looking to re-read the updated version. If you don't want to, that is 100% okay, the story will still make sense later on because I won't be changing any of the major plot points. That being said, Part 1 is officially redone and ready to go! Thank you for your patience and support, and enjoy!

[umi-no-onnanoko]

When you try your best, but you don't succeed

When you get what you want, but not what you need

When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep

Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face

When you lose something you can't replace

When you love someone, but it goes to waste

Could it be worse?

-Coldplay Fix You

[ghostlyness227]

#SadBoiHours

[todayontumblr]

Friday, June 16.

The Toad Who Never Made The Team

...and other important animal images.

Spare a thought for this poor little guy on this most Friday of Fridays, June 16ths. Because while most of us are winding down from school, university, or the workplace, and gearing up for a sunny weekend in June, others are not enjoying such a good time. Indeed, for some, they are heading into Saturday and Sunday left with no choice but two days to face one of life's hard truths, to ponder it—to look it square in its cold, uncompromising eyes. Take, for example, the tale of Toad who never made the team. This here poor fellow is one of a handful of stories from the rich tapestry of life to be explored in other @important-animal-images. 

We've all been there: you set your mind to something with the utmost strongest of determinations. This goal is fixed to your thoughts as if it were written on little bits of paper, and stapled to your eyelids. From the moment you wake, you are out of bed, like a Rocky montage or a LinkedIn hustler bro's post, and swigging eggnog, jogging, boxing the air, putting one step in front of the other in pursuit of that dream. That was the case for Toad, who wanted, more than anything, just to make the team.

There were obstacles, sure, but he didn't let them stand in his way. For Toad, being an amphibian meant he was not the obvious pick for a (human) men's 11-a-side soccer team. The fact he hibernates each winter was also not ideal for a side that would be playing on pitches up and down the nation during the cold, dark winter months. The fact he was smaller than the balls that the players would be kicking for 90 minutes was also not in his favor. As the main prey of snakes, including Toad on a soccer team would increase the risk of serpent attacks mid-match. And mid-match serpent attacks are the last thing coach needs when in pursuit of The Championship.

Unlike others in their family, toads are only capable of a slight hop, and not jump, which leaves them at a serious disadvantage when it comes to heading the ball, whether in attack or defense. They also have lovably short legs, which, while endearing, is not a good fit for a soccer player. The fact Toad eats his own skin is, while not unhelpful for a budding athlete, per se, really kind of gross—and unlikely to win friends in the dressing room and fans in the stadium. But for Toad, it mattered not. He was going to kick balls, and score goals, or die trying, dammit.

And try he did. He hopped with everything he had and kicked as hard as his comical legs would allow. But it, sadly, mattered not. When coach blew the whistle and gathered his squad around the team sheet for tomorrow's big match, eleven names were listed. Toad's was not among them. He was crushed, his dreams shattered in an instant, and as he went to ribbit a most forlorn of ribbits, he stopped, paused, and fell silent. Because, he remembered, he is a toad. And toads do not ribbit.

When you try your best and you don't succeed..., he hums to himself softly, consoling his broken spirit with the soothing lyrics of Fix You, by Coldplay. We can only hope he gets back to the training ground, gives it all he's got, and that we may see a change in his fortunes next year. Then, perhaps, we will see a happier sequel to this in later @important-animal-images. 

Better luck next year champ x

*P.S. It's not all so gloomy for our animal comrades, however. There's a rumour going around that this cat is having two kittens, and will need a hand or two in deciding on some baby names.

[mental-breakdown-machine]

NOOOOO the gif didn't work

@moonriseblueeyes

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[seventhofcrows]

Hey! Who the FUCK gave me this low-quality PNG of Mr. Puzzles? Was it you, Luke?

[phantomuheist]

Quietly grumbles and eats the entire box by himself.

[rabbits-of-negative-euphoria]

me: [posts one pro-life comment] Facebook Algorithm: CONVENTS NEAR YOU. SPONSORED: KNIGHTS TEMPLAR. SUGGESTED FRIENDS: MOTHER THERESA. YOU ARE CATHOLIC.

[zephyr-draws]

POV you're experiencing your third traumatic mentor experience in a calendar month

[desirend]

@streunerhund

it is getting late and he has been wandering for what must have been hours, but he doesn't notice how long it has been. fatigue creeps into his bones, limbs feeling leaden with exhaustion, but it never registers that he should stop until he begins to get slightly dizzy. he can hear his squad members now: rest before your body forces you to!

thankfully, a park bench in the distance comes into view. there's someone already sitting there, but Mithrun doesn't mind. he cannot afford to be picky, lest he faceplant into the ground. maybe he wouldn't even mind that, either.

as easy as breathing, he teleports to a sitting position on the bench, but misjudges the distance between himself and the stranger, ending up much too close to him.

"Oh." he murmurs, regarding the stranger he'd ended up entirely too close to. "I missed."

[tragicclownwrites]

🤡

[quicksiluers]

mr. andrews seeing rose still on the ship after he’s told her multiple times to get off it

[townofcadence]

" hey, hey, it's okay! we'll scrape off the burnt bits! "

Cooking Promps

If looks could maim, Greyson's gaze was close as one could come to being absolutely eviscerated by knives. The glare was cold and left lacerations where it landed. "Excuse me?"

The toneless question almost sounded more like being in the eye of the hurricane, before the winds picked up. A warning served, if anything. "Scrape the burnt bits off." He repeated, and every cook in the back was VERY busy looking anywhere but at the head chef. He looked at the cut of chicken, charred in areas on the plate he took in his hand.

Without further fanfare, he dumped it off the serving plate. "This is a kitchen of quality. If you want to 'scrape the burnt bits off', you are more than free to find work elsewhere, where that is permissible. Now. If you need assistance with the steps, I will happily provide, but here, we do not cut corners. Either make this dish again, with the proper care it is meant to have, or leave my kitchen if my policies don't suit you."