isaut

[isaut]

oh to be driven home from a function by Rex in dead silence because we’re still hiding our relationship from our friends but I’m 100% going to fall asleep at his place instead of mine

#divorcee au

[isaut]

ophie i have so many questions to ask about your divorcee au 🧚‍♀️ the first being how did you know it was over with your husband? how did telling your daughters go??? bisous 💗

coucou fawn i have been pondering long and hard…..

at the end of the day we have very different parenting styles. he’s incredibly laissez faire and believes that the girls are going to figure everything out on their own and turn out fine, completely ignoring how much work i was doing. which, to some degree, was agreed upon because i chose to be a stay at home mom with them, but still. i think one day we lost one of the girls in the metro and he was far too laid back about it, claiming she would meet us at the fireworks, and i knew it was over from then.

and i think telling them was a mess…. it took years of arguing to get husband to even agree to the divorce (and we had a kid during that time) so unfortunately i think the girls kind of always knew that mama and papa werent madly in love since the start.

it was still rough :( they’re upset that they have to travel per the custody agreement and i feel guilty about it but i knew i had to move home and get away. as suddenly it’s much better once they get a taste for american sports lol

#divorcee au #there’s something more romantic i could say #we never stopped speaking the same romantic dialect #i just felt overworked and under appreciated #i was still being loved like we were young and clubbing and kissing at 3am still dressed from the workday on the night streets #and that simply wasn’t a reality anymore

[isaut]

“darling girl” / “sweet girl” / “pretty girl”

[isaut]

peak rexlia

#Spotify

[isaut]

Scary dog privileges are great, but imagine getting cutie patootie privileges with your f/o.

People smile at you good-naturedly as you walk by, thinking to themselves how cute you look together. Maybe some of them even tell you so.

A shop owner insisting on cutting off the odd change from your purchase because “you sweethearts are adorable.”

Sometimes you hear someone whisper “I want a love like that” to their friends when you’re in public.

You are just way too cute together <33

#kuroro #we have so many old couples cooing

[isaut]

in my head the star wars equivalent of tswift is some human woman named tay’lor spiff or something and her stans are losing their minds over theories that she’s secretly a jedi singing about the horrors of war, even though she’s from a neutral system that hasn’t seen so much as a moral panic in 50 years

[isaut]

happy gojo fluff friday i guess. gojo x f!reader. established relationship, self indulgent crafting fluff, reader is teaches the second years. | divider by cafekitsune, wc 1.4k, reading time 5 mins 17 seconds

“I used to make these all the time, remember?”

Sitting with your legs tucked beneath you in your living room, you hold up a bundle of braided twine bracelets, a rainbow of colors with assorted charms attached to them. Little plastic seashells on the blue one, flowers dotting the green one.

Satoru remembers, he still has the one you made him in your first year. It feels like a lifetime ago that six teenagers had vaguely matching mementos they wore showing their unity as a group, yourself and your fellow first years Nanami and Haibara and of course himself and his friends. 

“Blue seems cliche,” you opined at the time with a raised brow, a pink cheeked seventeen year old Gojo staring back at you anxiously. His crush had bloomed by then although you pretended to be oblivious to it. “How about pink instead?”

He has never been able to tell you no so he nodded, keeping his mouth screwed shut while you worked. Pink he received, so bright it almost hurt his eyes to wear it back then. You attached a little smiley face charm right in the middle, affixing it around his wrist. He wore it every day until it began to unravel, safely kept in a small lockbox in the back of his closet.

The same box that contains most of the memories you’ve given him, the photos, the cards, the trinkets, and the ones the two of you have yet to make including that pesky engagement ring he can never seem to figure out the right time to give you.

“I might take it to school with me tomorrow just to see what the kids think.”

Two big hands make their way to your bent thighs and you smile, still digging through the box in your lap. Beads, closures, all the stuff you used to pride yourself on keeping tidy and neat. You glance up at him, that same smile on your face.

“Let me make you a new one since I have all this stuff out.”

You dig through the box for a minute more, squinting and making a show of exaggeratedly humming. Leaning in toward him, you hold colored embroidery floss up to his face to compare it to the shades of his eyes, the unforgettable feature that they are. One bundle of floss is too green, the other is too yellow. 

“What do you think the kids will say?” He asks, watching each of your movements raptly. Your tongue pokes out of the corner of your mouth when you concentrate, an adorable habit you’ve maintained in all of the years he’s known you, and you sit back on your haunches for a moment, hands on your thighs. 

Yet another adorable habit.  

He reaches to grab your arm, gently rubbing his thumb along the inside of it. You smile at the touch and ponder what your students will truly think if you bring this to them. It’s a bit of a dated hobby compared to the luxury of choice teenagers have now and you laugh to yourself, shaking your head.

“Well, Maki will probably say you’re rubbing off on me since I don’t bother to teach anymore and call it stupid to my face.” Satoru chuckles, watching through his lashes while you spring back into action, reaching behind you to grab a few more bundles of blue. “Inumaki will probably spell something inappropriate in English if I bring the letter beads. Panda will ask me to make each of them a matching bracelet because he’s sweet and will request that I make one for Yuuta to have when he gets back, too.”

Looking at the latest bounty recovered from the little tackle box that stores the trinkets required for this, you gasp. Cerulean with a deep blue sparkle woven through the strands. 

I’ll save this for something special some day, you told yourself more than a decade ago, spending your student stipend in some fancy embroidery shop in Nippori. Yen exchanged for fancy thread, dotted with glitter or metallic coating. You had no idea. Maybe you even bought it back then hoping a day where you’d be able to compare it to Satoru’s eyes would arrive, subconsciously laying the tracks for your own future.

“It’s a perfect match.”

The grin on your face is mirrored by your love who reaches around your body to grab from the twine selection himself. A handful of colors that match your eyes sit across his large palm and he glances down at the collection, mimicking your previous attempts to find something that screamed “him”.

“What are you doing?” The question is a half joke but you let him hum to himself, raising one bundle and then another to compare them. “Well, I didn’t make you one back then because I thought I was too cool,” he blinks at you, making you giggle. “I was right, of course, but there’s no time like the present, right?”

Nodding your agreement, you remove the paper from around the twine and shake it out. You’ll need some coordinating colors so you dig back through the bundles in front of you, sticking them against his face again. 

“I still have the one you made me, by the way.”

Scoffing, you roll your eyes and use your index finger to poke around in the bead compartment, searching for the perfect one for your newest creation.

“Don’t lie, I can always tell.” Satoru grabs your hand delicately although your fingers are still holding various crafting supplies and raises it to his lips, gently kissing your wrist. You are very attentive to the little things about him and likely noticed when he finally stopped wearing it, several years after it was first made. “I’m not lying. I had to stop wearing it because it was unweaving and I didn’t want to lose it forever.”

You feel guilty for the accusation and lean in toward him, kissing the tip of his nose, claiming your hand back from his grasp to begin braiding twine together into a pattern.

“I can always re-make it if you’d rather have a pink one,” you offer, braiding together various shades of blue in your lap without looking down. “I can wear this one.”

Smiling softly, he looks at you, then the bundle of your eye colored twine in his own hand.

“You wear the blue one and I’ll make one that matches you to wear myself, how about that?”

Nodding, you let the conversation fall quiet while he unbundles his own selections, fingers deftly separating and joining three strands, just the way you tried to teach him years ago when you assumed he didn’t care. He has always paid far more attention to you than you’ve realized and you’ve given him a lot to study over the last ten or so years.

“I think you should leave this at home,” he admits. It’s selfish but he doesn’t want to see you share this precious memory with your students who may not even appreciate it. He wants to sit cross legged on the living floor with you, making little friendship bracelets that will eventually unravel or fade or snap, for the rest of his life. He wants to make them for your children someday, matching bracelets with mom and dad. He wants to keep this, to keep you, all to himself.

“Okay. It’s probably for the best anyway, I don’t need to give them one more thing to give me shit about.”

Satoru leans toward you and kisses your forehead right as you’re finishing the blue bracelet. He looks down, tying and knotting it around your wrist, remembering when you did the same for him so long ago. 

“Looks good.” His words catch your eye and you smile up at him, looking between his eyes and the bracelet wrapped around your wrist. It is an uncanny match and you’re proud of your own eye for color though your pride is stopped in its tracks when he sticks out his wrist, bracelet pinched between two of his fingers and dangling from his hand. “Would you mind?”

You do as he did for you, as you’ve done for him before, with softness in your eyes it would be impossible to hide. 

“Not bad,” you compliment and he shrugs with a chuckle. “Obviously. I even think mine is the better of the two.”

Letting your hand rest in his lap, next to his, the hastily made bracelets sit one next to the other on each of your bodies. His eyes follow yours and he weaves your fingers together, thumb gently rubbing the thickest part of your palm.

It’ll always be the two of you, a perfectly matched set, no matter what.

#wailing this is soooo darling !!!! #library

[isaut]

i want something however i will not be elaborating on that

[isaut]

[isaut]

“why do i believe this” and “who benefits from me believing it” are the first steps to decolonization and we should all be doing this more

[isaut]

SABRINA CARPENTER Espresso (Official Music Video)

[isaut]

Sketches 🕊️ °˖➴

[isaut]

daydreaming about writing: 🥰😍🥹❤️😊🌺✨😘

the act of actually writing: 😭😰😵‍💫😭😰😭☹️😖

[isaut]

yall i cracked my back and one of my students complimented me 😭😭😭😭

[isaut]

rex: so i think we should invite this other mom to go out with us she’s nice and everything

me hanging out with everyone for the first few months: im a little angel rule follower

me after hanging out with everyone after the first year: i used to be a club kid i love to dance i love cocktails i love staying out late i love i love i love !!!!

#truly i love being a woman audio #divorcee au

[isaut]

my sweet angels who have followed me bc of rex there are so many i want to follow back but i can’t yet because im not caught up on bad batch but once that happens PLEASE rest assured that i will follow back 💓

[isaut]

The Edge of Love (2008) dir. John Maybury

#kuroro vows