#preschool writing

[emphistic]

Still the Same

A/N: i got bored and wrote this — that's why it's short

Part I - Part II

Preschool!Sukuna who brought you twigs, leaves, bugs — anything, you name it — as, what he liked to call, ‘gifts’

Preschool!Sukuna who goes red when you give him a kiss on the cheek as ‘thanks’

Preschool!Sukuna who picks and gives you flowers covered in dirt and mud, but refuses to wear the flower crown you made him

Preschool!Sukuna who always reminds you of how dumb you are whenever u get injured — he will patch you up regardless

Preschool!Sukuna who doesn't let you watch as he draws and colors; he later slips the sheets of paper into your backpack

Preschool!Sukuna who steals you away from the rest of your classmates and only plays with you

Preschool!Sukuna who fakes being sick so you can tend to him

Preschool!Sukuna who shares his lunch with you when you are hungry

Preschool!Sukuna who refuses to share his toys with any kids who asks, but immediately shares them with you when you approach him

Preschool!Sukuna who, when he first met you, thought he was dead and that he was looking at an angel — funny that he even assumed he would end up above

Preschool!Sukuna who throws a temper tantrum when you guys aren't seated together

Preschool!Sukuna who holds hands with you when you guys walk together

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul @mochimoee @r0ckst4rjk @lillycore @deepchromatose @yinyinyinyinyinyin @fivehoneyharg @desihopelessromantic @lich1 @hannas16 @acroso

[werepuppy-steve]

G | 753 words

written for @steddieholidaydrabbles' prompt: graduation tags: emma verse, modern au, famous corroded coffin, steddie being over the top parents

tagging some of the emma fans: @steves-strapcollection @tboygareth @patchworkgargoyle @steddieas-shegoes @theheadlessphilosopher

@worstsequence @hammity-hammer

"Does she know where we're sitting?" Eddie asks as they shuffle down the rows of plastic seats, his bulky digital camera hanging around his neck by the strap.

(Eddie wanted to bring their tour photographer, Cody, but Steve had to gently remind him that the school already had one hired. Eddie only sulked for an hour.)

Steve levels him a look. "If she doesn't see us, then she'll spot one of these goons and follow the line." He points over his shoulder to their accompanying party.

Wayne is directly behind him, followed by Robin and Chrissy. Jeff, Gareth, Freak, and the kids shuffle in behind them. As much as Eddie doesn’t like flaunting his celebrity status around, he had to call ahead the week before to request an entire row to be reserved just to fit all of them.

His baby is graduating kindergarten, he'll be damned if he doesn't pull out all the stops. They’re even having a little graduation party for her at the house afterwards—a backyard BBQ with everyone and the rest of the tour crew and family who couldn't make it to the ceremony.

Not long after everyone is seated, Pomp and Circumstance crackles out of the loudspeakers and the kids start to walk down the aisle in pairs. It's definitely not perfect, some kids take too-eager steps and some stop to hug their parents, but the teachers do their best to guide them.

Steve starts recording with his phone the second they spot Emma, the digital chime of Eddie's camera shutter clicking away beside him. Her curls are barely tamed in the side pony she asked Eddie to put it in, but it matches the whole 'rocker' vibe she's got going on.

Amongst the sea of summer dresses and pressed toddler slacks, their little girl is wearing her black denim battle vest over a light purple Hannah Montana shirt Steve had gotten at a yard sale, with a pale blue frilly tutu and a pair of silver glitter leggings and her black boots.

She looks nervous, though. Tense. Her shoulders are drawn up and her hands are clasped in front of her. Brown eyes dart this way and that around the room trying to spot a familiar face in the crowd and it breaks Steve's heart to watch his kid be so anxious. Her teacher said she did great at practice yesterday, but that was without the fifty pairs of eyes on her.

Mike is sitting on the end and she finds him easily, her eyes lighting up in recognition, but there's still a worried crease between her eyebrows that doesn't smooth out until she's locking eyes with her dads. She gives them a tiny wave as she walks by.

They both give her encouraging thumbs up and Eddie wishes he could just snatch her up and run out of the building with her.

They eventually get all the kids filed in and the principal stands behind the podium on the stage to welcome everyone. She goes through the awards first (Emma receives one for reading above her grade level, something that Eddie is very proud of) before the kids line back up to receive their little diplomas.

Halfway through the list, Eddie suddenly elbows Steve. "Shit, I didn't hear her name, did we miss her?"

His phone is still recording. "Dude, her last name is M, we're still in the J's."

"Oh, right."

Emma's class is only about 50 or so kids so it doesn't really take that long to get to her name, but Steve and Eddie are still vibrating with the anticipation.

"Emma Munson."

Immediately, their entire entourage is up on their feet and cheering and yelling. It's way too loud for the cafeteria setting they're in, and it echos, and you can definitely tell which of them are in the famous metal band.

Emma's little cheeks turn the same color as her glasses but her grin is big and wide as she holds her certificate in front of her for the picture. Both Steve and Eddie are rapid fire pressing the shutter buttons on their cameras.

Once she's off the stage, the principal clears her throat. "A reminder to please hold all applause until the end of the ceremony, thank you." She gives them a not-so-subtle glare over the rims of her own glasses.

Sheepishly, their group sits back down and is quiet once more.

"We're gonna be worse during her eighth grade graduation, right?" Steve whispers to Eddie.

"Oh, absolutely. She'll want to kill us afterwards."

[artoutforblood]

Black reality for adults and all the little white lies for children.

Fanart of White Collar, Black Chain by @bleeding-seraphic

Please go read it, it's so good!! I cannot wait to see Lamb and Narinder interact! The writing is phenomenal and there is so much character in both the setting and characters themselves.

[bloggerspam]

Ok I am an inhuman mess for your Grunkle John AU, I am v curious about Preschool Teacher Danny AU

lololol well i can tell which one you really want to know about!

Here's both anyway, i hope it satisfies you:

Grunkle John Snippet:

“So, what did you need me for?” Kon asks, after a beat. Constantine sighs, and Phantom perks up at the sound, pushing him up and looking down at him. 

When no answer comes, he and Phantom share a confused look. 

“Grunkle John? What’s really going on?” Kon chokes on air, laughing. 

“I’m sorry, Grunkle John?”  Phantom turns to him, eyes glinting and grin smug. 

“Yes. Grunkle John.” Kon puts his hands up in faux surrender, but says nothing, trying not to laugh. 

Phantom floats serpentine around Constantine, before his tail turns into legs and he touches down softly onto the floor with his arms crossed.

“Well?” Phantom demands. Constantine grumbles something under his breath, crossing his arms as well. 

“What?” Constantine sighs. 

“I said. You were complaining too much that my enemies were weak.”

There’s a silence, before: “...and?”

“And….” Constantine says, before gesturing pointedly at Kon. 

A beat.

“Did you just set up a play date between two super powered teenagers?”

Kon chokes on his spit. ====

Preschool Teacher Danny AU:

“What’s wrong Jon?” Danny smooths a hand over his forehead, trying to see if maybe he’s feeling a little warm. 

Jon shakes his hand off, scrunching up and rubbing his nose on his own shoulder as best he can. “Feels weird.”

Danny picks him up to set him on his feet, except the second the kid in in the air a bunch of peas fall out from Jon’s shirt. 

The three of them stare at the peas on the floor. It’s….it’s an absurd amount of peas. 

A lot of them are mushed. Luna is giggling, and looks like she might go down to smoosh more. Jon is wiggling his feet, and the more he moves more peas fall out. 

“What…..what did you have for breakfast today Jon?” Danny says, still absurdly confused. They had pizza for lunch today.

“Pancakes…” Jon says, moving his arms up to try and hold onto Danny’s neck. Danny reflexively brings the boy up, and feels a couple of peas squish under the poor kids shirt. 

“Right. Of course. Makes perfect sense.”

[mariatesstruther]

okay but sarah celebrating tommy every year for mother’s day

[inkskinned]

this is sort of pathetic, but when you were younger, you were sort of puzzled by the cartoon representations of fathers: how a kid would be outside with a mitt, waiting to play catch.

it's not that your father never played catch with you, but you also didn't like when he did. something about a hard ball coming quickly towards your face doesn't seem exciting. not that you'd ever say you don't trust him. you trust him, right?

it's not like he never tried to teach you anything. or never tried to parent. on rare days, a strange person would walk in your father's skin. bright, happy, magnificent. this version of your father was so cheerful and charismatic that you would do anything to keep him. and this is the version of your father that would laugh and gently coax you try again. this is the version of your father that would break down the small elements of a problem and point them out so you have an easier time with them.

as a kid, those days happened more often. but somewhere around 11, you started being too much of a person, and he was often cross about it. when he'd try to sit you down to learn something, you spent the whole time with your shoulders around your ears, nervous, uncertain. terrified because you didn't immediately understand how to navigate something. worried you will run out of his goodwill and then you will have the Other Father back, and you will have ruined a good day for your entire family. something about you being visibly afraid - it just made him angry. he would accuse you of not wanting to learn and storm away.

on tv, it's not like there's a lot of versions of men-who-are-mostly-fathers. they can be good dads, but usually their stories are not told in the household. so it's normal that your father is there, but he's never around. you know he was in the house, somewhere, it's just not that you guys ever... "hung out". he just seemed to get kind of bored of you, annoyed you weren't made in his perfect image. frustrated with how much energy it took to raise a kid. over time, you kind of adopt a bittersweet band around your throat - he knows nothing about me. he says at least i never abandoned my family.

and it's technically - technically - true. he was there for you. sometimes he even made an effort and made it to the big moments; the graduations and the dance recitals. he grins and tells everyone that he taught you. it almost erases the days in between, where he complains because you need a ride to school. the weeks that go by where he doesn't actually ever speak to you. the times you say i am struggling and he says figure it out on your own. i can't help you.

and that's fine! that's all fine. you can call him if you are having a problem with your car. or if you need a ride to the hospital. he loves playing hero, he just doesn't like the actual work that comes with being a father. and you've kind of made your peace with that; because you had to, because you don't want to live your life like he does; the whole world at a managed distance, a little rotating and controlled orb he can witness and take credit for but never truly love.

as an adult, you are rewatching some dumb cartoon - and again, the child standing in the rain, with a mitt, waiting for their father to come play catch. as an adult, there's this strange creeping dread - this little thing? this little thing, and their dad can't even show up for that? oh god, holyshit, it's not about the mitt, is it. oh god, holyshit, your father spent most of your life leaving you hanging.

[narislvr]

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ Ahhh, Thank you so much for requesting and of course! ♡ Valeria would definitely be the type to tease reader saying stuff along the lines of "told you they were, demonios," but would offer her support and comfort regardless because she simply loves you that much. This may be a tad bit rushed but I hope you enjoy! <3

── p.s : I accidentally deleted the original post I was gonna use to respond to the ask thus why it's posted like this-

req by: @cerise-on-top

Your hair was damp against Valeria’s stomach as she gently combed through it with her calloused fingers. Her touch was slow and tender, leaving on your scalp a lulling sensation as you continued your rant about your day's events.

“It was ten minutes, Vale! Ten!”

You look up momentarily from where your head was resting on her lap only to find her already looking down at you with a mocking, yet loving, grin on her lips. “That’s why you don’t leave children unattended, Linda. You of all people should know that,” She taunts, poking the tip of your nose with her free hand in amusement as your eyes narrowed at her actions. Of course, she knew you weren’t at fault, but she couldnt help the lighthearted laughter that rumbled through her as you swatted her finger from your face.

"I didn't leave them unattended, I simply let them play in their centers while I finished the screening tests for the last three kids.. I didn't think that they'd be able to drop the whole paint bottle tray on the floor the one second I'm not looking up!" You groan, hands coming up to rub at your temples as you recalled the memory.

-

With holiday break only being a week away, first semester screening tests were being done to make sure that the kids were learning the things necessary before the end of the year, and so far nothing had gone wrong. Usually while you performed these mini tests, you had your TA keep an eye on the kids in the room whilst you sat with your small group in one of the corner tables, but she was out sick and you still needed to get this last group done so you were responsible for keeping track of everything at once.

You definitely had this under control.

The kids were usually relatively calm and would tend to stay in their play area's while you were busy unless they needed help with anything but that was normal. And yeah, they could be a bit loud, but it was never anything so bad that you would have to turn your attention away from your task.

You definitely this under control. you had forgotten that they had had a sweet treat for snack time only a few moments prior.

Everything was going well, perfect even, until you heard the loud sound of heavy plastic hitting the floor and the yelps and giggles from the children in the corner of the room.

-

"Of course the first thing I did was make sure everyone was okay, but Vale, the paint was everywhere! Juan had paint all over his pants and shoes and thought I was mad so he ran away and left paint all over the rest of the floor. I told the kids to just leave it while I tried to make sure Juan knew I wasn't mad, but they decided they'd try and help clean it up and really only got more paint on themselves," You sighed, carefully switching your position from resting on her lap to laying against her side, head resting against her chest as she gently wrapped her arm around your waist.

There was a light grimace on her face as she thought about your story. She already wasn't fond of kids, thinking of them as nothing more than literal demons, inconveniences, leaving chaos with everything they touched, so the thought of running behind children covered in paint only served as further deterance from ever wanting kids. "No entiendo cómo le haces, I would've been fired the moment I heard the thing fall down. Probably way before then" She mumbles, earning a small laugh from you as you look up at her and send her a playful disaproving look. She only shakes her head, a hint of a grin on her lips as she raises a brow and meets your gaze, "Que te ries, eh? We both know I would've gone off on all of them. Apenas si tengo la paciencia to deal with grown ass men, imagine me with a group of 18 chamacos. You're doing God's work, Linda."

She presses a kiss against your temple, her fingers gently tapping a lazy rhythm against your stomach as you close your eyes and smile to yourself. You knew Valeria probably had a stressful day herself, it being noticeable due to the heavy bags beneath her eyes and the way she seemed want nothing less but to close her eyes and slip into some much needed slumber, but she still made time to listen to you. Your days were nothing compared to hers, and even if she wasn't the most outwardly affectionate with words, she still never failed to let you know she cared. That you were loved, heard.

"Maybe I should bring you with me to work next time my partner doesn't come in. Would definitely make my day easier" You murmur against her chest, a cheeky tone in your tired voice as you burry yourself closer to her. You hear her scoff and you chuckle once more, not having to raise your head to know there was a look of horror on her face at your suggestion.

"Ya mejor vete a dórmir, you're talking nonsense, chula," She exhales, feign annoyance in her voice as she rests her head over yours, holding you close.

"Was just a thought. You should consider it sometime."

A moment of silence.

"Vale?"

"Hm?"

"I love you."

"I know."

"You're not gonna say it back?"

"You know I love you. More than anything. Even if you do still smell like paint."

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ translations:

── Linda: "Pretty"

── No entiendo cómo le haces: "I don't know how you do it"

── Que te ries: "what are you laughing at?"

── Apenas si tengo la paciencia: "I barely have the patience"

── Chamacos: "Children"

── Ya mejor vete a dormir: "Go to sleep instead"

[yelmor-boots]

yet another polished avatar that i took way too seriously

i added a hint of bunnies and color-swatched @headspacedad 's blog to get the general palette for the drawing

i hope the resolution isn't too much for tumblr to handle (if it is complainy, I'll send you a smaller resolution image, just say the word)

[barbiiecams]

y’all being mad over some opinions is killing me… don’t expect NOT to get your writing judged when y/n is literally acting like a child, mindset like a child, & innocence like a child but you try to cover it up by saying “minors dni 🥺🥺!!”

at first y’all were good and the writing was and still is amazing, but each fic it started to get weirder and weirder. atp it feels like a “little” story and that’s okay cus some people like that and some people do cope with that, but just say it 😭. instead of saying “y/n is an adult” yet here she go acting 3 years old… then yall go sending hate comments to the people calling it out 😂.

at the end of the day, you like and write what you wanna write. but if you’re into that little!reader stuff just say it instead of saying she’s an adult who gets pregnant half the time but she’s like an “extreme bimbo who’s innocent” or some shit 💀

its giving pedophile and i’m done talking about it for now, but let one of yall irritating asses say something slick i promise i will NOT be that much of a sweet girl that i’ve been.

[ravishinglavishingluvr]

preschool teacher!James

As much as I can see James Potter as a bodyguard, rugby player, drummer, etc. he would be the perfect preschool teacher. He would wear cozy sweaters and greet kids with high fives and fistbumps every morning. James would most definitely play with them on the playground or watch over them with a frown, pout and a cup of tea in hand. I just know that he would have a jar of special sweets on his desk. The kids would think that he’s the coolest because he wears baggy jeans and converse and their parents don’t. Parents would adore when he sends home their children’s arts and crafts. When they cry he’ll sit with them in the book corner on a giant bean bag and stroke the hair at the napes of their necks because that’s how his father comforted him when he was a child. James takes decorating his classroom very seriously, he tries his best to make it a safe and bright place for the kids. Children from other classes or babies who just learned how to walk always pay his classroom a visit and only leave when their teachers come looking for them. The kids love to cuddle him because he’s just so soft. When people ask about work he’ll talk about the kids as if they’re his own. He always hates when the year is over because it means that they’ll be going to the next grade and won’t be in his class anymore. He adores these kids so much that when it’s the end of the school year he cries on his way home because they just grow up so fast :(

[palfriendpatine66]

Making of Monday

This week I offer up a deleted scene from Pining in Preschool chapter 30, where Obi-Wan and Anakin come back home again after reconciling at Qui-Gon’s after their big fight.

I had a major habit of throwing SO MUCH into every chapter of PiP. Part of it was I did want them going through a lot, it was what pushed them to work through their collective baggage to arrive in a much better place. BUT a lot of it was I was new to writing and figuring out pacing and crammed in a ton, worried about showing the downtimes when big things weren’t happening.

This scene got cut because it was leading to Anakin being sick - he was going to wake up in the morning super sick and Obi-Wan was going to take care of the kids and take care of everything work on rebuilding trust and showing the kids he wasn’t going anywhere.

Too much.

[edited to add: ALSO I can’t really remember but I think i had previously cut or at least significantly reduced the interaction between Anakin and Quin when he asked him to come take care of Boga so he and the kids could flee the Obi-Wanless house go camping for a few days]

I instead ended chapter 30 on a positive note at Qui-Gon’s cabin, and then had chapter 31 be the family camping trip where they have family time and solid communication and rebuild that trust all together.

Read below the cut for the deleted scene

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Luke’s head rolls to the side as Anakin lifts him from his car seat. Both twins had fallen asleep on the ride home shortly after leaving Qui-Gon’s cabin in the woods, as soon as they were convinced that Obi-Wan was coming as well. He arrives to ease Leia into his arms, snoring softly.

“What is Quinlan doing here?” Obi-Wan sounds mystified as he eyes the extra car in the driveway as they pass by.

“Oh, I asked him to stop by and feed Boga while we were camping.” Anakin grunts as he shifts Luke to one side to open the door. From the entryway they can just see Quin sprawled on the floor with the ginger tabby kneading his stomach. “Make yourself at home, why don’t you,” he calls out.

“Excuse me for spending a couple minutes looking after this precious thing, like you asked.” Quin rolls his eyes as he stands. “You look like shit, Obes,” he frowns as he looks him over. “Uhhh you too, kid. Is everything -”

“I don’t think we like camping,” Anakin mumbles in his direction. Now that he’s home everything must be catching up to him, he feels leaden as he moves to take Leia from Obi-Wan. “Take your time and hang with Quin if you want, inspect the damage. I’ll put these guys down and then pass out myself. I’m dead tired.”

“I’ll bring her up first,” Obi-Wan attempts to protest, but Anakin ignores him and shifts her out of his arms with ease of practice. “I don’t know how you do that,” Obi-Wan smiles softly as he watches him adjust one child on each hip and move to the stairs.

“It’s my workout. Got to maintain my dad bod,” Anakin purses his lips in an air kiss as he walks away.

“Oh love, you do not have a dad bod,” Obi-Wan corrects, mostly to himself. Quinlan snorts and scoops up the cat as he plops down on the couch with a scrutinizing look. “Go on then,” Obi-Wan sighs, sinking down with exhaustion. “Get on with it.” He figures he’d rather just get the inquisition over with, he wants to get upstairs to bed. To Anakin.

“Come on Obes, don’t be like that. You look like you’ve been on a bender.”

“I was not,” Obi-Wan snaps, his eyes flashing. “And I’m alright, Quinlan, just exhausted. Thank you for looking in on Boga.”

Quin narrows his eyes. “Why did he ask me?”

“Hmm?” Obi-Wan asks distractedly as Boga lands in his lap and he pets her absently behind the ears glancing wistfully at the stairway.

“Why did your boy toy, who avoids contact with me at all costs, craft a cryptic message worthy of the CIA to ask me to take care of your cat? It’s not like you to take off on an unplanned camping trip. And you just returned in separate vehicles looking like you’ve come home from war. ”

Obi-Wan holds the cat to his chest gently in stark contrast to the rock hard stare he turns onto Quinlan. “He is NOT my boy toy.” He grits his teeth and seems unwilling to address the rest of his friend’s astute observations.

Quin seems to pick up as much and softens his stance. “I just want to make sure you’re alright.”

“Yes! Your concern is noted, but I can take care of myself, thank you. Secondly, I am fine. Just very tired at the moment.”

“Okay, okay, I can take a hint,” Quin rolls his eyes as he makes for the door.

Obi-Wan snorts in disagreement. “That would be a first” and

“That reminds me: I’m pretty sure you guys owe me a favor now so I’ll let you know when I’m ready to cash in on that: I have a couple of ideas in mind -“

“Goodnight, Quinlan!” Obi-Wan shoves him toward the door without any heat behind it. He’s just glad he can finally head upstairs to join Anakin. He doubts he would have slept very well the last few nights by himself, even if it hadn’t been for the mess of emotions that was absolutely impossible to keep at bay in the quiet of night; he’s become too used to sleeping with the weight of Anakin in his arms, snoring lightly into his chest.

Boga leaps out of his arms when he peeks into Leia’s room, a relief because he doesn’t know that Anakin would tolerate anything coming in between the two of them in bed this evening. He spends a few minutes lingering in each room, readjusting blankets and watching the rise and fall of chests through peaceful rest.

He’s overwhelmed with the realization that he could have lost this. All of this. He’s not sure at what point after seeing Anakin breathless and on his knees at Rex’s garage, red faced and stammering and perfectly disheveled, he started to imagine a future where he might not just find love but a whole family.

He can’t resist the pull of Anakin any longer. He enters the bedroom and immediately wraps the younger man in his arms. It would seem Anakin had face planted onto the bed directly after his shower, his hair and upper body soaking Obi-Wan’s clothes, his hips still wrapped in a towel. “Ugh, love, you didn’t dry off. You’ll get the pillows wet.” Obi-Wan complains without moving away, in fact, he hugs the wet body to his side even tighter.

“Too tired,” Anakin mumbles into the mattress. He lets out a small whine of protest, still unmoving, when Obi-Wan presses a chaste kiss to a damp shoulder and eases off the bed. He returns only moments later with sleep pants, which he maneuvers onto a supremely unhelpful Anakin after freeing him of the towel and gently patting him dry.

“I try to avoid saying this as a matter of policy, but Quinlan was right. You look terrible,” Obi-Wan murmurs, taking in the bags under Anakin’s eyes as he rolls him onto the pillow. Anakin spares a critical glance that lets Obi-Wan know he hasn’t missed the swollen eyes, gaunt cheeks, and unkempt hair and beard on the face looking down with him in concern.

“ ‘M better already,” Anakin slurs sleepily, and Obi-Wan didn’t think his heart could melt any further until an arm reached up for him. “Hold me tonight?” There isn’t a single night that Anakin doesn’t end up chasing Obi-Wan across any space that manages to move between them during the night, closing the distance and tangling their bodies together even in his sleep, but the request is endearing and Obi-Wan is happy to oblige.

[emphistic]

more preschool sukuna pleasee!! so cutee

>_<

Part I - Part II

A/N: wasn't planning on making more but ah, here i am

Preschool!Sukuna who is a total menace and bullies everyone (even the teachers) but you

Preschool!Sukuna who helps you put on your backpack and coat

Preschool!Sukuna who secretly hates seeing you cry whenever you get injured

Preschool!Sukuna who is the most devilish little brat to the teachers; they have to come ask you for help whenever Sukuna refuses to cooperate

Preschool!Sukuna who holds your hand all the time, and when people ask why, he just says you get lost easily

Preschool!Sukuna who shoves people who try to hold his hand away (except for you)

Preschool!Sukuna who absolutely destroys people who bully or make fun of you; he thinks that's only his job

Preschool!Sukuna who shares his juice box with you

Preschool!Sukuna who pushes you, and only you, on the swings

Preschool!Sukuna who draws and colors you pictures

Preschool!Sukuna who gets into fights 24/7, whether it be physical or verbal

Taglist: @starlets-things @sad-darksoul @mochimoee @r0ckst4rjk @lillycore @deepchromatose @yinyinyinyinyinyin @fivehoneyharg @desihopelessromantic @lich1 @hannas16 @acroso @msvalsius

[thatswhatsushesaid]

salt salt salt salt salt

stares @ these takes, stares at the decades of kirk/spock fandom history that absolutely laid the groundwork for published works featuring queer leads to exist in the first place. also lol overtly cishet. lol. ok 👍 bisexuality doesn't exist then.

but more importantly I would like to share my masterpiece with you:

[whiskey-tango-matcha]

hello beautiful ppl in my phone, if youve sent me a message/ask/etc and I haven't responded just know I have seen it, I love you dearly, and I apologize for not responding 🫶 ive been in a bit of a ✨mental health bad time✨ (not gonna say crisis bc I am doing my regular life duties lol) and I haven't had the capacity to do anything on here. i miss interacting and writing SO much and want to get back to it asap but life has been rough. love u all, just wanted to let ya know if you've tried interacting im not trying to ignore you im just in a rough spot

[mitskijamie]

what do you think Roy and Jamie would do (career wise) if they didn't play football?

Ooh...

It's honestly hard for me to imagine what Roy would be doing without football, because he's such a natural coach and what he's doing on the show fits him so well, but if I had to choose, I think he would be good in the business sphere, probably in management. He's a natural leader but not in a mushy-gushy dad-ly way (like Ted), he can be super cutthroat when he wants to, and he commands respect (and like. fear lol) everywhere he goes. I don't think business would be very fulfilling for him, but I think leading a team of employees would be.

I might be delusional but I'm fully convinced Jamie would work with kids. I'm a preschool teacher and I can totally see Jamie doing my job. Jamie has a lot of energy, is extremely extroverted, doesn't take himself too seriously, and is good at thinking creatively/on his feet (as we see with total football), all of which are great qualities in someone working with young children. He would come up with the coolest activities for them and he'd always be like. Running around with them. Fingerpainting with them. Not just watching them but being an active part of everything they do <3 Mr. Jamie is the coolest and all the kids love him

I can also totally see Roy as a line cook and Jamie as a server. At the same restaurant. Jamie makes bank on tips because he's soooo charming (handsome young guy who flirts with men and women, tells old ladies how young they look, acts like he's gonna hand the check to babies and makes everyone laugh even though it's not that funny etc) and Roy takes 39 smoke breaks every day and yells at Jamie for asking for extra ketchup for his tables during a dinner rush

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