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On voulait Molène en mer d'Iroise, les ancres rouillées,
Les baleines, la mer turquoise, les coffres oubliés,
Les sirènes, les bêtes sournoises, les grands voiliers
Mais la vie nous promène en Seine-et-Oise dans sa Simca rouillée
We wanted Molène in the Iroise sea*, rusty anchors,
Whales, the turquoise sea, forgotten chests,
Sirens, sly creatures, big sailing ships
But life leads us in Seine-et-Oise** in its rusty Simca***
*Molène is both an island and an archipelago in the Iroise sea which follows some borders of Brittany
** Seine-et-Oise is the name of an old french department which surrounded Paris
*** Simca is a french-italian brand of cars which doesn't exist anymore
Monsieur le président, je suis un déserteur
De ton armée de glands, de ton troupeau d'branleurs
Ils auront pas ma peau, toucheront pas à mes cheveux
J'saluerai pas l'drapeau, j'marcherai pas comme les bœufs
Mister the president, I am a deserter
From your army of nuts, from your herd of slackers
They won't have my skin, won't touch my hair
I won't salute the flag, I won't walk like oxen
for reference, this is a more vulgar and "actualised" rewriting of boris vian's own "le déserteur." the original song had to get the last verse edited bc apparently saying the president can send his men after him and he'll wait for them with a gun (and he knows how to shoot) would not pass well on the radio. wonder why. (it got turned into "if you pursue me / warn your policemen / that i won't have any firearms / and that they can shoot") the song was forbidden to play on the radio anyway for its antimilitarist message nearly each time that france got itself in a war. it was written in 1954 during the first indochina war. i would strongly encourage you to listen to the original song, even with the edited last verse
듣고 싶어 너의 멜로디
너의 은하수의 별들은
너의 하늘을 과연 어떻게 수놓을지
I want to listen to your melody,
How the stars of your galaxy
Will embroider your sky
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Arriba 8.2 Vocabulary
la farmacia = pharmacy
la perfumería = beauty supply shop
el acondicionador = conditioner
el cepillo de dientes = toothbrush
la colonia = cologne
la crema hidratante = facial cream
la crema de afeitar = shaving cream
el desodorante = deodorant
la pasta de dientes = toothpaste
el perfume = perfume
el talco = talcum power
la joyería = jewelry store
el anillo = ring
los aretes = earrings
la cadena = chain
el collar = necklace
los pendientes = earrings
la pulsera = bracelet
el reloj inteligente = smartwatch
el reloj de pulsera = wristwatch
descripciones = descriptions
de diamantes = diamond
de oro = gold
de perlos = pearl
de plata = silver
más tiendos = more shops
la carnicería = butcher shop
la florería = flower shop
la heladería = ice cream shop
la panadería = bakery
la papelería = stationary shop
la pastelería = pastry shop
la quesería = cheese shop
la zapatería = shoe shop
devolver = to return something
gastar = to spend
hacer juego = to match
la nevería = nieve shop
la paletería = paleta shop
la floristería = flower shop
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dad toji x reader grocery shopping with baby megumi
ෆ tags. dad!toji x female reader. fluff. you’re gumi’s mother.
“look at your mama, kid.” toji grins as he lazily pushes your shopping cart forwards. you were walking a few steps ahead to grab some necessities, leaving the father-son duo behind, “she’s so damn beautiful, ain’t she?”
megumi was seated in the baby-seat, babbling and cooing just by hearing the familiar word ‘mama’ spill from toji’s lips. the simple mention of you gets your little son feeling all giddy on the inside, even if his limited vocabulary doesn’t allow him to fully grasp what his dad was saying.
at one point, you seem to have wandered a bit too far ahead. toji and megumi were three aisles behind you, which you didn’t even notice because you were too busy going through your grocery list.
“oh, no, what’re we gonna do?” toji playfully puts on a worried expression as he pokes his son’s chubby cheek, “we lost mama.” and as if on cue, megumi’s smile turns upside down. he couldn’t understand what his father was saying, though seeing that (fake) worried expression on his parent’s face was enough to make him burst out crying.
“hey, hey,” toji immediately tries to calm megumi down by ruffling his hair gently, “i was just jokin’, but eh— guess you don’t even know what that means, do ya?”
you immediately rush back to see what occured once you heard the familiar cries of your child and see your husband trying to soothe megumi. toji was now holding onto the baby, one hand on the back of megumi’s tiny head while the other was slowly patting his lower back in a soothing manner.
“what happened, love?” you ask worriedly as you walk over to the two. megumi seemed to have calmed down in his father’s embrace after a few moments. in fact, your son had completely forgotten his sadness the second you were visible to him again.
toji shrugs and scratches his cheek, “i was just jokin’ with the kiddo, but i guess he doesn’t like his daddy’s humor.”
you sigh and hold yourself back from giving toji an earful in the midst of the store once you realised what probably happened.
if the man’s not teasing you, he’s teasing his child. you don’t know how many times you’ve scolded your husband for making megumi cry on accident due to his jokes. it’s quite literally impossible to get him to understand that megumi is too young to pick up on social cues. it’s either that or toji simply acts like he doesn’t understand.
it was most likely the latter since you know that toji always loves getting reactions out of the people he teases;
“toji—” “yeah, yeah, i know. i won’t do it again, babe.”
oh, he most definitely will.
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it's all me, just don't go (meet me in the afterglow)
summary: satoru is jealous but refuses to admit it.
wc: 1.2k
cw/tags: gojo x reader, arguing, miscommunication, angst/comfort, established relationship, lowercase because this was originally going to be a short answer to a request but ended up being 1k+ words (oops)
note: welcome back gojo nation, today i offer angst that started as a fluffy co-parenting megumi prompt and turned into...this. based on the jealousy prompts from @creativepromptsforwriting !! hope you enjoy :D
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"you think i'm jealous? jealousy is not in my vocabulary, babe."
"mhmm, sure. you're not jealous and the sky isn't blue," you fire back without hesitation. what started as a petty argument was beginning to boil your blood a little too hot for comfort, and you couldn't pinpoint why. thoughts poked around in your mind of your boyfriend's arrogance, the need to be the best, and simultaneous fear that you were going to leave him. but, in true satoru fashion, he chose to be an enigma instead of communicating.
"i'm literally the strongest being in existence," he argues and you catch your eye twitch in the rearview mirror. "what would i have to be jealous about?" a part of you wanted to just slam on the brakes to see if he'd go flying forward but decided against it because of the other occupants in the car. as much as they tried to act like they weren't listening, the two kids in the back weren't very good at hiding their snickers of amusement. "like, really. i'm super hot, i'm super strong, i've got the voice of an angel-"
"i'm just saying, satoru. your behavior back there was...weird. i didn't like it," you mutter.
"and i didn't like how that guy was looking at you like you were some kind of dessert in a pastry shop," he counters. "i just...it's fine. you don't get it." your stomach churns unexpectedly at his tone and there's a sharp pain in your heart that you don't anticipate. you know he didn't mean it, but the sternness of his voice was sounding more hostile the longer you talked with him. it made your face hot, not in that butterflies and daydreams kind of way that he normally made you feel. this feeling was foreign and intense, a sensation that made you want to curl up and hide. it was the same feeling as when you were about to exorcise a curse.
when you were about to fight.
"what's that supposed to mean?" the atmosphere of the car changes in an instant and you can feel the effect your five words have on every occupant of the vehicle. megumi and tsumiki's gazes dart upward, eyeing you nervously while a robotic stiffness shoots through satoru's body. "what do i not get?"
"it's nothing," he grits through his teeth, but you're too angry to back down.
"it's not nothing, so spill it," you say and his jaw clenches. "why are you so jealous of some dude at the grocery store?"
"i said i wasn't jealous."
"your actions are saying otherwise." you start relying more on your instinct to drive you back towards jujutsu tech because your brain was starting to shut down.
"what, you don't believe me? why don't you just trust me?" he's on the verge of shouting at you. he never shouts at you. it terrifies you and it makes the two kids in the second row shift uneasily in their car seats. you don't know what else to say; your mind was preoccupied with not crashing the car and trying not to cry from the stifling pressure in the car.
"i-i don't like you right now," you force out. it's the wrong thing to say and you can sense satoru snap before he does.
"please, be my guest. go with your little cashier if you like him so much better," he spits and your body moves before you can register what it's doing. one minute, you're driving down the street toward the school; the next, you're turning into the nearest mini-mall parking lot, putting the car in park, and slamming the driver's side door behind you. you don't know where else to go, but all you know is that you can't stay in that car with satoru when he's like that. he'd never do anything to hurt megs or tsumiki, but being on the road in such a compromised mental state wasn't safe for any of you. so, you start walking.
the sun was nearly down and you knew it would be faster if you just sucked it up and drove the rest of the way, but something about this petty little fight was bringing up memories you didn't want to rehash. after you make it past the first stoplight, the telltale hum of your car's engine pulls up next to you, coming to a stop while you continue in the direction of the school. punching the hazards button, he jumps from the driver's seat onto the sidewalk to call after you, but you shake your head.
"babe. babe, please get back in the car," he pleads and you keep walking. "i'm sorry. please, come back in the car. i'll drive us the rest of the way and we can talk."
"it's fine," you state firmly without looking at him, "i'll walk back."
"i made a mistake. please, please come back in the car." he gently grabs your wrist to stop you and you shoot him a brutal glare from the corner of your eye, seeing him deflate in real-time. "please." smaller footsteps approach from behind him, and your senses snap back into place when you see that megumi and tsumiki followed satoru out of the car.
"he was stupid," tsumiki says and her brother nods in agreement, "really stupid."
"and if you're walking back to school, we're walking with you," megumi declares and the sentiment is enough to finally get you back in the passenger seat, staring out the window for the few agonizing minutes remaining of the drive. once you've turned on the tv and stuck a frozen dinner in the oven for the two children, you make your way to the bathroom to wash your face of its still-burning sensation. you've just finished drying your face in front of the mirror when he trudges in like a kicked puppy. you feel him before you see him, his arms wrapping around your torso and his face disappearing into your neck.
"i'm so sorry," he whispers and you swallow a thick lump in your throat. "i'm so sorry for what i said and what i did and how i made you feel. you were right; i was jealous. just...seeing you live out such a mundane scene as buying groceries reminded me that you could have anyone you wanted." you turn to face him with a puzzled look.
"what do you mean, anyone i wanted?"
"you could be with anyone you wanted," he says quietly. "anyone but me."
"oh," is all you can choke out before you pull him as close as humanly possible, holding him so tightly that he'd be a fool to think you would ever want anyone else.
"you could have any life you wanted," his voice breaks against your skin. "not one where our best friends die before they reach 20 or disappear off the face of the planet. you don't need to have this one. you don't need to stay with me."
"has it ever occurred to you, satoru," you murmur, "that maybe i want to stay with you? forever and after that?"
"why would you do that to yourself?"
"loving you is not a burden, gojo satoru. i would find you in any lifetime and i would love you in every single one," you vow and your chest aches when he sniffles softly.
"i don't deserve you. i really don't."
"maybe you do, maybe you don't, but that's not up to me to decide. so, it doesn't matter because i'm staying."
"you'll stay?"
"forever and after that."
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