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This piece is amazing :0

memories of a blue spring

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Spreading the “Principal Yaga as their father” headcannon. :D

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They’re facing each other….🥹

gojo & geto taking a nap together in classroom

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Real, bc this doesn’t always have to be a discussion…😭

god this is actually so unfunny im sorry

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Because everyone should see these :D

For anyone who hasn’t seen the pics yet

If you know who made the collages let me know so I can tag them

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Save me nurseguru

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the door clicks open with the sound of keys you know by heart.

you don't look up right away—you're in the kitchen, barefoot, the lights low, the soft hum of a jazz record curling through the air like incense. the smell of tea lingers from earlier. the night outside is velvet, draped across the windows like a hush.

kento steps inside, quietly, carefully. you hear the soft rustle as he sets his briefcase down, removes his coat. the sigh he releases is heavy—bone deep.

and then he sees you.

you're standing near the kitchen counter, arms crossed loosely, a cup half-full with something forgotten in your hand. the moment your eyes meet, your body relaxes by instinct, like a flower tilting toward the light.

"hi," you say, voice soft, like you're afraid to disturb the quiet between you.

"hi," he replies, stepping closer. his tie is loose. his shoulders are tired. but his eyes—they warm immediately at the sight of you. "i didn't think you'd still be up."

you smile gently. "i was waiting for you."

he pauses, then says nothing. just walks forward and cups your cheek with his hand, thumb brushing beneath your eye like he's grounding himself in you.

he leans in. kisses your forehead.

you curl your fingers into the front of his shirt. "you made it through another day."

"barely," he exhales. "but yes."

and then—without thinking—you set the cup down and take his hand in yours. his fingers fit into yours like they always have, like they always will.

"dance with me," you whisper.

his brows lift slightly, almost amused, almost surprised. "now?"

"now," you say, already drawing him into the center of the kitchen.

the record spins lazily in background—an old ella fitzgerald tune, soft and wistful. no grand crescendos, just a low, crooning hush like a lullaby. there's no choreography, no practiced steps—just the quiet push and pull of two people who have moved through life beside each other long enough to know how to follow.

you rest your cheek against his chest.

kento exhales slowly, pulling you in. one hand settles at your waist, the other pressing gently against your back. his touch is careful, reverent. you sway together, nothing more than a gentle rock in the stillness.

he smells like his cologne, worn and faded from the day. there's tension still in his body, but it begins to melt—slowly, like sugar in tea—as the minutes drift by.

"long day?" you murmur, your voice muffled against him.

"the longest," he admits. "i think i forgot what silence felt like. until this."

you tilt your head to look up at him. his jaw is soft now, his eyes unfocused, not watching anything in particular—just feeling.

"sorry i can't give you the silence," you tease quietly.

he looks down at you. "you are the silence."

you blink.

"you're the stillness after the noise," he continues, his voice low, vulnerable in the way only he can be with you. "you're the reason i keep walking through it."

the music fades into the next song—still soft, still slow. neither of you moves to stop.

his hand slides up your back, gently cradling the nape of your neck as you sway. you let your eyes close, breathing him in, letting the moment wrap around you like a blanket.

"i love you," you whisper.

he leans in and kisses the top of your head, lingering.

"i know," he says, voice full of the same calm you've always brought him. "i love you, too."

and there, under the soft lamplight, in a kitchen that's seen both quiet mornings and stormy nights, the two of you dance—not for anyone, not for show, but just for each other.

just to remember the rhythm that was always yours.

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EVERYBODY SHUT UP HE’S SMILING

he looks so comfy in that sweatshirt im going to bake him the fluffiest loaf of bread with soup and then kiss him

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Unpopular Opinion: Show, Don't Tell

Show, don't tell comes down to semantics and how someone chooses to convey a message in their story to their desired reader. The object of writing is to tell a compelling story, thus the term 'storyteller'.

Sure, one can say using active voice rather than passive voice is better as it delivers more of a punch to your writing and makes it pop; however, it really comes down to the author's chosen style of writer and the demographic they are trying to reach.

Let us provide an example:

Telling: He was a demon that hated churches and sought to burn them down every chance he got. When he walked past churches, he couldn't resist waling in and setting fire to them as it gave his a twisted pleasure to see anything associated with God and Christ burn to the ground.

Showing: A look of disgust permeated he witnessed the church followed with a mischievous smirk. As he walked through the gate, the machinations of his mind began working in harmony with the organs being played as he exchanged perfunctory greetings with passersby; he counted them lucky as they wouldn't be there to witness their sanctuary fall in crimson flames.

Both iterations of this example aren't wrong. They are both correct and are perfectly fine to be used in any story. It simply depends on what the author wants to accentuate and what they want to use as background or simple context.

Show, don't tell is not a hard and fact rule, just a rule of thumb and those who make it out to be a hard and fast rule take the creativity and style out of writing as a whole.

Yes, there are better ways to convey the demon's hatred for churches than both examples, but that doesn't mean the aforementioned examples are wrong in any way, shape, or form.

Remember, it's called being a 'storyteller' not 'story-shower'.

It's up to you as the author to decide what you want to pop in your story and what you want to be in the background. Don't let anyone tell you how to tell your story.

Hope this helps.

Source: Unpopular Opinion: Show, Don't Tell

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megumi babysitting ( ˶ˆᗜˆ˵ )

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What Strength Really Means 💪

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Hey everyone, my name is Abdelmajed. I don’t usually talk much about myself, but today, I want to share a little piece of my story.

I was born and raised in Gaza, a place that has always been my home 🏡. I grew up surrounded by my family, my friends, and the streets that I knew like the back of my hand. Life wasn’t always easy, but we had love, laughter, and dreams. I used to think that no matter what happened, home would always be here. But life has a way of changing things in ways we never expect.

Over the past months, everything I once knew has disappeared. The streets that were once filled with children playing are now silent. The houses that held so many memories are now just rubble. And the people I loved—some of them are gone forever. 💔

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solo mission

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hugs !!! kind of... (^_^ ; )

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Multi-fandom, multi-fandom, multi-fandom-

i have too many favourites i was literally sobbing throwing up trying to pick only 6 (individual below cut vv)

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buffering