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lando’s new porsche carrera GT

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can’t wait to see feral gojo in next week episode

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i can’t take the pressures of society anymore I’m going to join akatsuki

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obito hole posting for a change

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avoided a clinical depression diagnosis from my psychiatrist by telling her this is simply my ninja way

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gojo is sure that he’s going to die today.

you’re gonna kill him, tsumiki’s gonna kill him. hell, megumi’s probably gonna kill him too.

once gojo finds him, that is.

the task had been simple: go to the mall and get a picture with the mall santa. easy. fool-proof. but he’d turned his back for thirty seconds to look at a nice shirt in a display, and now the brat’s nowhere to be seen.

he’d always been thankful that the seven year-old was relatively independent. it meant less work for him. but now it’s been fifteen minutes, he hasn’t seen that sea-urchin hair anywhere, and gojo’s now feeling the panic of a single, overworked parent in a mop commercial.

he shouldn’t have let you talk him out of the backpack leash. “it’s impossible to lose him now, he’s seven,” you’d said.

well, it was possible. bet you’re gonna feel real stupid when he says ‘i told you so.’

(stupid, amongst other things. anger might win out if gojo comes home alone, without even the picture with the knock-off santa.)

he slides his shades down every time a group of kids passes by, because maybe megumi’s made a friend and run off with another group of fellow delinquents? he hopes that’s the case.

a quick check to his watch confirms gojo’s now been searching for twenty minutes, and he’s really kinda worried. what if something had happened? he’s ready to call the police, the DA, maybe even nanamin—

“excuse me, sir?”

he whirls around to see a mall cop behind him, an almost laughable attempt of a stern look on his face and powdered sugar caught in his moustache. not exactly who he’d turn to right now, but he has a badge and probably has access to the intercom system.

“yeah?”

“we’ve been getting reports of a tall man with sunglasses staring at children. you’re going to need to come with me,” he says, almost boredly. there’s a pair of handcuffs hanging from his belt that gojo could crumble into pieces with a flick of his wrist.

yet he blinks, brain short-circuiting as he processes rent-a-cop’s words. what?

“staring at children— i’ll have you know i’m a teacher!” kinda. “and that if anyone’s child is in danger, it’s probably mine!”

“sir,” he sighs, “could you just come with me?”

“my kid is missing,” he insists. “could you just help me out before literally everyone i know chews me out and i’m responsible for losing one of the greatest things to come out of his shit family?”

this man looks like he could honestly care less, but heaves a great sigh and turns around, gesturing for him to follow.

gojo trails after him, eyes still roving around for any sign of megumi until they get to what he assumes is a very sad, not very secure mall jail.

and sitting there in a little room with a flimsy lock, is fushiguro megumi.

“holy— holy shit!” he laughs, with relief, with amusement, he doesn’t know. he pounds on the glass, watching the kid’s eyes widen slightly. “that’s my kid! megumi!! what the hell did you do?”

“he got into a fight with the mall santa and kicked an elf in the family jewels,” the cop at the desk answered. “we called his guardian.”

gojo stares at him, brows furrowed. his phone hadn’t rung once! “but i’m his guar—”

“gojo satoru.”

uh oh.

“hey!” he grins, whirling around to greet you with a nervous laugh and a kiss to the lips that you don’t reciprocate. “babe! what are you doing here?”

“i’m here to bail megumi out of mall jail,” you answer flatly, pinching the bridge of your nose. “i asked you to do one thing for tsumiki. you just had to get a cute picture of her brother with santa claus. how are you going to tell her that he’s been banned from the mall until next year?”

the cop opens the door to let the little delinquent out.

megumi digs into his pants pocket, holding a crumpled photo out to you. “i went and got the picture when gojo-sensei stopped to look at clothes.”

the sorcerer withers under your glare as you take the photo, smoothing it out as best you can to take a look.

“megumi, this is a picture of you punching santa in the face.”

-

“hey, gojo-sensei, what’s this?” itadori asks, fishing a creased piece of paper from his wallet.

“i thought i told you to get my frozen yogurt stamp card,” he chuckles.

“you kept that?” megumi asks, staring at him in the rear view mirror.

“he made copies and sent it out as a christmas card,” you laugh from the passenger seat. “‘merry christmas from the fushigojo’s.’”

“oh my god,” megumi groans. “you guys are so embarrassing.”

“we literally bailed you out of mall jail.”

“fushiguro went to jail?” nobara gasps. “why didn’t you tell us this? you never tell us anything!”

“it was at a mall.”

“you were in a room that locked from the outside,” gojo quips. “sounds like jail to me.”

“let’s not forget the reason why he was there,” you grumble. “negligence.”

“you’re the one who said we didn’t need the backpack leash! i told you so.”

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Old Parchment, New Legacies

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HQq4aS

by AimLou97

Hermione and Draco always had a passionate, powerful kind of love. Going from children who despised each other, to being the centre of each other’s universe. To each other, they were both the calm and the storm. They were the others oxygen. It was no surprise to anyone that when Hermione passed through the veil, Draco followed but days later.

After the joint funeral of their parents, the Malfoy children are sorting through their parent’s sentimental items when they find a box of love letters written between the two. The letters take the children on a journey through love, laughter, heartbreak, new life, and traditions.

Words: 14542, Chapters: 10/10, Language: English

Fandoms: Harry Potter - J. K. Rowling

Rating: Mature

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Hermione Granger, Draco Malfoy, Cassiopeia Malfoy, Caelum Malfoy

Relationships: Hermione Granger/Draco Malfoy

Additional Tags: Love Confessions, past trauma, Tooth-Rotting Fluff, Soft Draco Malfoy, Daddy Draco, mummy Hermione, Childbirth, Marriage Proposal

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/3HQq4aS

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Important things during nationals

Kuroo’s nickname to Sugawara

Tokyo folks knowing Kageyama is bad at remembering names

Bokuto not getting cold, to the point he doesnt even know that it was January

Kagehina reading each other’s minds

Hitoka and bokuaka’s interaction

Suna immediately lifting up his phone when the Miya twins started fighting

The tsundere relationship Karasuno and Nekoma has

Daichi losing his chill™️ when he keeps getting interrupted

Kenma patting Tora on the back

And last but certainly not the least

“Our Tsukki”

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no thoughts

only moments like these with keiji.

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I like women. It’s just that I’m not at all interested in you.

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Good morning

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i haven’t gotten around to reading jjk manga because college is a piece of shit and i regret taking a master’s.

this is bullshit and i wanna know what happens but i don’t even have time to fucking wash clothes and eat much less read manga. and i know once i get through that first chapter after waiting IN SUSPENSE for the release after the hiatus, i won’t be able to stop reading.

i know it’s not that many chapters. but i also have like 5 final projects due in like 2 days so im screwed

conclusion is: college fucking sucks because i can’t even read manga.

not to mention i need the anime to continue like NOW. for my own happiness and stability i need to see the shibuya incident happen in visual with color, sound and nanami being the yummiest piece of cake in the bakery.

take me back to primary school when i’d go to manga bookstores and regular bookstores to just read for hours. you know what sucks is we’re just gonna get busier as we grow up, and i’m probably never gonna get the chance to do that again.

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I am flirting I just worded it like a brag/manifestation 🧍 this is why I asked for sexting help-

NO I THOUGHT YOU WERE FLIRTING INITIALLY DW but i always psych myself out tbh,,,,, it’s a bad habit of mine rip :( but now i’m. flattered sjfjskfkdk thank you omg