I Can't Decide What To Write Rn.

An excerpt from a project I'm working on:

Saiki knew it would be a bad day when he woke up.

First, he had a premonition and had to stop the gas station from blowing up because of a stray rock. Then, he got a call from Kuusuke, letting him know he would be over next weekend. After that, his limiter had fallen out, and he’d gotten stuck in a time loop for hours, all before breakfast. 

Finally, to top it all off, he had to take his younger sister to school with him.

“Please, Kusuo, honey?” his mother pleaded, eyes sparkling. “I promised Hana I would see her band today, and Kuriko doesn’t have anyone to watch her…

‘Fine,’ he said tiredly, looking over at his 5-year-old sister, devouring pancakes at a concerning rate. He met his mother’s eyes again, quickly averting his gaze when he saw her glistening eyes. 

“Oh, Ku, thank you so much! I’ll get you some coffee jelly on my way home.” Good grief. He turned away, going through a mental checklist before school. He had all his bags, his homework was done, and Nendou’s favorite ramen shop was closed for the morning, so he should be fine

A slight tug on his pant leg made him look down to see Kuriko staring up at him, mouth wiped clean of syrup and her light pink hair in a ponytail. Her hair was longer than his in girl form - it reached all the way down to her shoulders.

“Kusu-kun, when are we going?” she whined, staring up at him with large, lamp-like eyes. Saiki let out a huff.

‘Right now,’ he said, opening the door and gesturing for her to go before him. She skittered outside, setting off in a random direction that was definitely not the way to get to PK Academy. 

Good grief.

‘Kuriko!’ 

—

After teleporting them both back to his house (no, Kuriko, they couldn’t teleport straight into the school; people would see them), they set off along the stone-ladden path to the academy, Kuriko leaping from stone to stone, determined not to touch the cracks.

“Kusu-kun, are we theeere yet?” she whined back at him, the fourth time in the last fifteen minutes. Could psychics get aneurysms?

‘Five more minutes,’ he said blandly. It wasn’t the truth – without teleportation, they had about ten more minutes until they arrived at PK, but Kuriko didn’t need to know that. 

Of course, he was so focused on making sure Kuriko didn’t kill herself by accident that he forgot to watch out for other life-threatening dangers. 

“Buddy!” Nendou called, slinging an arm around his shoulders. Saiki nearly punched him in the face, but restrained himself at the last second. 

“Nendou!” Kaidou called out, panicked. “You’ll kill him!” Good luck with that.

“What? Buddy never gets hurt!” Nendou boasted, finally looking down at the small child that was staring at him in abject fascination. “Huh? Who’s this?”

Matsuzaki - Birthday Celebration

"I hope you understand why I invited you to my office," Matsuzaki said calmly. Kongou just stared at him defiantly. 

"No, teach. I don't," he all but spat, his face twisted in annoyance.

"Kongou, I wanted to talk to you about your grades in Japanese. You're seriously lagging behind." Kongou rolled his eyes.

"I'll try harder. Is that all?"  Matsuzaki quieted and peered at the student before him. Finally, he nodded, and Kongou stood abruptly and stalked out.

Matsuzaki glanced down at the poem in front of him, Kongou Tsuyoshi written at the bottom. Maybe next time, he'd confront him.

Akechi's birthday drabble may be a day late, I am about to collapse.

poem from before the election was decided

Your Bloodied Flag

“Red, white, and blue,”

you holler,

“Stand for America!”

But you must understand,

while you shout and scream

your patriotic lies,

I will not.

I will stand 

for the idea of liberty.

I will stand

for the idea of freedom.

I will stand

for the men and women who brought us here.

I will not stand

for America.

I will not stand

for the Rohingya genocide America aided,

for the genocide happening in Palestine that America is funding,

for the Japanese internment camps that America built.

America is not the “superior country.”

It is not the dream that our ancestors worked for,

Nor is it the dream that we are told to follow.

It is a flawed country,

in need of revision,

reconstruction,

and learning.

We need to learn from our past,

our mistakes,

and we need to rectify them.

We need to work as a community,

to erase laws that suppress,

and to build new laws that lift people up

to be the best version of themselves they can be.

This is not an impossible fever dream. 

It is the dream our ancestors held.

They dreamt of growth,

of learning,

of kindness,

of liberty,

of understanding.

It is the American dream that I hold in my heart.

No, I will not stand for America.

Not yet.

It's a poem for English class. I'm wondering if I should rewrite it considering recent events bc I'm pretty hopeless rn lol. Hopefully i feel better in the morning and finally get around to writing.

The Completely Fantastic Love Life of Saiki K!

Ships: supposedly saiki kusuo/reader

Characters: Saiki Kusuo, Reader, Teruhashi Kokomi, Nendou Riki, Kaidou Shun

Additional Tags: Horror-ish, Implied Murder, Breaking the Fourth Wall, Implied/Referenced Character Death ish

Word count: 936

( @billiuspendragon this was inspired by that post you made. Admittedly, I did get a little sidetracked, so you don't have to read it if you don't want to (: lol)

Worse. They were French.

"Congratulations, Madame. It's a boy!"

"How should we name him, Mon Cherie?"

"Well I was thinking we should name him Marie-Joseph Paul Roch Gilbert du Motier De La Fayette Marquis De Lafayette."

"Babe, You're a genius!"

"I KNOW RIGHT! I didn't knew which name to pick so decided to put them all in one because I'm so quirky in SUCH aristocratic way😝"

"Je t'aime, chienne."

"Je t'aime aussi, connard."

And then they both kiss.

No but seriously, Were his parents fucking high when they were naming him? 💀

I GOT HIM!!!! I GOT THE BOY!!!!!!

I've finished my quiz!

Well, not really finished it. I'm definitely gonna add more questions and maybe more characters, but I was impatient to get it out so I've published it anyway.

Anyway, here's the link to my multifandom quiz!

I don’t have a wig holder

Hi! I found this:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/40183677/chapters/100642917#workskin

The Lines of Life -- Crowley and Aziraphale are home, recovering from their trauma, and finding ways to accommodate Crowley’s disabilities. But rebuilding their life together brings up past memories, and not all of them are good. Can they use their new coping skills to support each other as they heal?

They bake shortbread and stargaze in this one.

I'll give it another shot tomorrow, but I combed through a couple filters and didn't find anything that quite matched your description. They bake lavender shortbread in this one:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/51634441/chapters/13052106

It is explicit, though, so be forewarned.

If you're looking for more fics to read, I stumbled across this filter and literally all the fics are so sweet and nice and awesome.

linkity link bc the link was too long

Have a nice day and I'll try again tmrw.

PLEASE GUYS HELP ME FIND THIS FANFIC ITS ON AO3 AND ITS ABOUT AZIRAPHALE AND CROWLEY MOVING INTO A COTTAGE TOGETHER AND BAKING BREAD AND GOING ON A STARGAZING DATE I CANT FIND IT AND ITS THE MOST BEAUTIFULLY WRITTEN THING IVE EVER HAD THE HONOR TO READ

FLAT COLOR DONE RAHHH