#brushwood

[the-tales-of-brushwood]

Happy Mother’s Day mom wherever you might be either this world on the next I love you

#brushwood #shiba inu #dogs #chow chow

[popular-baby-names]

Risley

The name Risley is a baby boy name. The name Risley comes from the English origin. The meaning of the name Risley is: From the brushwood meadow. Information: Name: RisleyName meaning: From the brushwood meadowGender: Male / Masculine / Boy / BoysOrigin of name: English

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#Boys and boy names #brushwood #Male names #Masculine names #meadow

[carsfacelift]

Pantry - Contemporary Kitchen An illustration of a sizable, modern kitchen pantry with a dark wood floor and a brown floor, a drop-in sink, flat-panel cabinets, gray cabinets, granite countertops, a beige backsplash, ceramic backsplash, stainless steel appliances, and an island.

#brushwood #granite #kitchen #4x8 verona gris subway install #buck's creek from the ashlar collection

[gameraboy2]

Under the Yoke (Burning the Brushwood) by Eero Järnefelt, 1893

#Eero Järnefelt #under the yoke #burning the brushwood #painting #art #illustration #1893 #1890s

[beaniebeby]

i had a dream my house which was in japan for some reason was invaded by a boar and i had to call a special number to get a shiba squad on the case sort of like calling a plumber

#brushwood dog going to brushwood #and i said to whoever well i have an akita but they were like this is a boar not a bear #😐😐

[tteckytexasstan]

Your favourite disgraced car salesman and local eccentric (War Criminal)

#modern rogue #brian brushwood #t.tecky texas #jason murphy

[milabrushwood]

Winter Night in the City

A lively urban scene on a winter night. Snow-covered streets are illuminated by city lights, with people walking and enjoying the snowy ambiance. Tall buildings and a festive atmosphere suggest a bustling city life in winter.

#winter #city #snow #night #urban #festive #lively #artists on tumblr #mila brushwood

[kirbyskisses]

regret || reuniting with gojo

wc: 1,060

written for @gatoru. gn!reader, the reader and gojo are married with kids, otherwise canon!compliant, light mentions of blood, angst with a happy ending, manga spoilers, probably going to become a full series, my man is home😭

minors/ageless blogs dni

“no sorcerer dies without regrets.” it was a phrase principal masamichi liked to repeat to prospective sorcerers; you remember when he said it to itadori as you and your husband stood behind the eager, pink-haired teen that very first day he arrived into the jujutsu world - just a vessel for sukuna.

and now that same king of curses - having taken the form of your beloved adopted son megumi instead - knocks you straight down from miles high.

so here you are - falling, dying, regretting. regretting that you couldn’t see megumi’s often hidden smile again, or share banana bread with nanami one last time, or laugh as nobara gets excited at the smallest urban details of tokyo.

but then, life flashing before your eyes each second feeling like an eon - you start remembering the good too.

your kids are safe; the little pair of toddlers with their father’s white hair and blue eyes, happily tumbling around the beaches of kenya with miguel, unaware of the chaos and death surrounding you.

your students are strong. so strong. you got to live and love so many people - too many to name; yuuta, ieri, ichiji…

and satoru.

maybe it’s the rush of chemicals as your bleeding body plummets that’s causing you to hallucinate but it’s like you can see it all. like you can feel it all.

you can taste the sugar and dough of all the dessert shops he’d force you to raid with him at ungodly hours of the night. you can feel the tight grip of his larger hand around yours and how much you treasured the very act of him releasing his limitless barrier just to squeeze your warmer palm. he always ran cold and so there was a chill to the way he’d touch you and to his his lips would gently and teasingly come down to yours. then to your jaw, then to your neck.

you can feel how tight he’d hug you - sometimes joyously like when he swung you around the second you told him he’d be a father - and to twins no less - and sometimes in a fit of anger and sadness. the cold christmas morning where he killed suguru and clung to you so tightly as if you too would shatter and leave him the second he let go.

you hear the sound of his laugh, of his moans and whines when he was inside you, of his sighs of boredom on the train or when meeting with the higher ups he so loathed, his snores, or his words when he was an arrogant teenager who would use a new pick up line on you every day - they’re all ringing in your ears.

no sorcerer dies without regrets. that’s true but you still had a good life. a life with him in it. you close your eyes completely ready to smash against the ground and feel it end.

and then you stop. not on wood or pavement, no. you’re completely paused and held against cool skin and cloth. you didn’t just slow, you stopped dead. you’re paused in the air and as the adrenaline courses through your veins you think surely you’ve already hit the ground and died instantaneously. surely, this stillness is whatever comes after.

but you’re not dead because you can feel yourself breathing. and hear your own heartbeat pounding in you head. eyes scrunched shut, all the memories stop and you confirm your own survival with a heavy inhale.

everything should smell blood and cold air and cement. but instead the scent filling your nose is that distinct mix of brushwood, cologne and mochi. the ringing in your ears lessens as your breathing steadies, replaced by a single, calming apology.

“sorry, my love.”

you hesitantly open your eyes, soft white hair and blue sky-filled ones meeting your gaze with a soft, ever-confident smile.

“i didn’t mean to keep you waiting.”

“satoru…” you can barely breathe it out, taking in that he’s really here, really free, really holding you like a bride. he leans down so his forehead is against yours, hair mingling together as your breathing slows.

“don’t speak.” he murmurs softly, watching your cursed energy start the technique reversal process to heal yourself - as much as he missed your voice, your focus should be on your wounds. his eyes turn to sukuna’s direction, an unhinged anger hiding underneath his otherwise happy eyes at how the vile curse so deeply injured the love of his life.

“megumi bound himself in there, yeah? so i can kill him and not hurt our kid.”

you nod; overwhelmed as you are, your heart softens at how it’s still the same satoru who would take silly videos at megumi’s middle school graduation - a proud father-figure ready to kill the parasite that’s using his student as a host.

“and the twins? you got them out of japan?”

he warps you away from all the carnage and exhales in relief when you nod in soft confirmation. you take in your surroundings. this is your bedroom. the darkness of a simple domain covers the outside - no curses will get in. it���s home - for the first time since this disastrous chain of events started you’re home. you’re somewhere safe, your family is safe, and gojo’s here.

“that’s all i need. you did more than enough and gave him one hell of a fight, so heal up until i come back - no one will find you here.”

you open your mouth to speak but you don’t even know what to say; that you’re glad he’s home? that you’re sorry for not managing to kill sukuna or kenjaku in time? that you counted every hour he was gone afraid you’d never see his handsome face and confident demeanor again - that you love him more than life? should you thank him for saving you from certain death?

instead before you can make a solid thought, he pats your head, strokes down your face with a familiar touch and - after what felt like an eternity apart - presses his lips to yours over and over and over until he’s sure you’ve memorized both his taste and the fact that he’s here to stay. then he turns to go back with one confident proclamation.

“i’ll take it from here, okay?”

#gojo daddy #satoru gojo #gojo x reader #satoru gojo x reader #x reader #jujutsu kaisen spoilers #jujutsu kaisen  #jjk x reader #jjk spoilers #jjk 221 #jjk manga spoilers #jjk manga #jujutsu kaisen x reader #jjk imagines #megumi fushiguro #jjk miguel #ryoumen sukuna #ryomen sukuna

[the-tales-of-brushwood]

WORKING ON IT…

This is just a little taste of what's happening right now I'm sorry it's so short but I didn't want to show too much that's going to spoil the surprise that's going to happen in the story. Thank you for your patience I am the only one working on this project I know no pressure :-)

#shiba inu #dogs #brushwood

[popular-baby-names]

Risley

The name Risley is a baby boy name. The name Risley comes from the English origin. The meaning of the name Risley is: from the brushwood meadow . Information: Name: RisleyName meaning: from the brushwood meadow Gender: Male / Masculine / Boy / BoysOrigin of name: English

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#Boys and boy names #brushwood #Male names #Masculine names #meadow

[life-imitates-art-far-more]

Adolf Kaufmann (1848-1916) "Die Reisigsammlerin" ("The brushwood collector")

#paintings #art #artwork #landscape painting #forest #adolf kaufmann #austrian artist #woods #autumn #october #trees

[secretmellowart]

Jean Valjean, inspired by this line from his introduction chapter:

It was, moreover, a firm, energetic, and melancholy profile. This physiognomy was strangely composed; it began by seeming humble, and ended by seeming severe. The eye shone beneath its lashes like a fire beneath brushwood.

(I'm working on a series of stained glass paintings for Jean Valjean's different names/titles/identities; here's a link to the previous painting in the series)

#les mis #lm 1.2.1 #jean valjean #les mis letters #stained glass #les mis art #my les mis art #stained glass valjean series #ideologically i dont agree with catholicism but they kinda went off with the aesthetic

[tteckytexasstan]

Felt like this was a very important and needed thing to post...

#brian brushwood #t.teckytexas #jason murphy #modern rogue #brian brushwood my beloved

[milabrushwood]

In a surreal, cosmic setting, a woman paints the night sky, her canvas vast and limitless. As her brush moves, stars and galaxies come to life, blurring the line between artist and creation. This scene is a metaphor for creativity and the power of imagination, where the artist is not just depicting the universe but actively shaping it.

#cosmic #stars #galaxies #imagination #universe #creativity #surreal #artists on tumblr #mila brushwood #mila art