#Sorry for rambling I’m bored and lonely

[citricacidprince]

Could you draw that "I trust you" scene with Mabel and Stan but with the relativity AU? (The stan twins and pine twins swap ages au)

OF COURSE, I WILL GLADLY DRAW THEM!!! 💥💥💥

I’m gonna post a long winded thesis about my thoughts on this AU, my take on the AU, and two additional arts under the cut because ooooh boy it’s a tad bit long lol. Also, please please forgive the formatting, I’m writing this all on the fly and it’s extremely disjointed, sorry- 💥

I know there’s the ‘canon’ Relativity AU designs and character dynamics, however I don’t really like them that much ngl. I feel like it mostly just ends up with ‘Mabel and Dipper get switched with Stan and Ford with no nuances once so ever’ and that BLOWS!!! There’s so much potential there and no one is playing with it!! YOU GUYS DON’T EVEN HAVE MABEL PRETENDING TO BE DIPPER, WHATS THE POINT????

Not only that but I feel like making Dipper and Mabel’s dynamic just Ford and Stan’s when they’re adults is a HUGE simplification of their characters. Like, Mabel and Dipper fight, but they don’t fight like Stan and Ford, they’re not as hard headed and stubborn. Mabel would commit some crimes yes, but I don’t believe she would get into some of the heavy shit Stan had in his past. I refuse to believe Mr. Dipper ‘Undiagnosed Anxiety Disorder’ Pines would fall for Bill’s flattery as easily as Ford did.

The Pines Twins are very different from the Mystery Twins. Mabel and Dipper didn’t grow up with a father constantly comparing the two and pinning them against each other, outright telling one kid they’ll always be a failure while the other is going to have the burden of making their family rich. They never had that tension. They wouldn’t be walking on eggshells around eachother as adults.

I know that makes the concept sound boring to some, ‘Where’s the fun in the AU if you take away the sibling fighting’. You cowards, you can still have it, young Stan and Ford are RIGHT THERE. During the second half of the show when Dipper comes back through the portal, instead of having the older set of twins, something that doesn’t make sense with their characters, have a building tension that’s going to explode soon and keep it between Stan and Ford, don’t take it away from them. If anything, I think taking away the resentment and anger growing between the two and giving it to Mabel and Dipped is a butchering of all the characters.

Sure that means some of the episodes would have to change or be completely erased, but that’s fine!!! Make up some new ones!!! Get silly with it!!!

Mabel and Dipper talk about feelings, Stan and Ford don’t. Mabel and Dipper can’t stay mad at each other, Stan and Ford will try and stay mad for decades because being angry is easier than being upset.

In my idea of this AU that fight at the end of Weirdmageddon HAS to be between Stan and Ford, and Stan HAS to still be the one getting his memories erased.

💥 Post Not-What-He-Seems Relativity AU Rambling Below 💥

Dipper is a paranoid man, fool him once you’re never going to fool him again. He would never in a million years ever work with Bill again. Ford however is an extremely lonely child, both he and his brother are desperate for any type of positive attention. I think Bill would see him as a potential protege, especially since Ford is a ‘freak’ like he is and the kid is extremely smart for his age. He’s malleable, Bill probably thinks he could shape him uo to be the perfect lackey.

Ford, being the lonely kid he is, probably does fall for the praise initially. He craves attention and Bill pushes all the right buttons and says all the right words, tries and gains his trust even if time has proven again and again that he shouldn’t be trusting the demon.

The tension between the Stan Twins would grow after Grunkle Dipper comes back because Ford is upset that Stan didn’t listen to him (even if it was for the best that he did) and that Grunkle Dipper forgave Graunty Mabel so easily because if Ford was in those shoes he wouldn’t have. It grows more and more as Ford becomes distant and Stan tries to connect with his brother to no avail. Which, of course, comes to a boiling point when Ford says he’s going to stay in Gravity Falls and learn under Grunkle Dipper. Stan is rightfully upset. He can’t go back to New Jersey by himself. It’s always just been the two of them, he needed Ford, he couldn’t handle school or their father by himself. He can’t be alone.

Unlike Mabel who just wanted one more day of summer, Stan wishes that he wouldn’t be alone, which indirectly causes Weirdmaggendon.

Stan’s prison bubble would probably be a fake New Jersey-esc town full of a bunch of little Stans running around. Town O’ Stan. A place where no Stan is left behind.

Ford says some nice words to Stan there to get him outta there but there is still this intense tension between the two.

During the Cipher Wheel Ford is the one who tackles Stan. The two fight, whining out hurtful words neither of them mean and only stop when Bill shows up and captures them. Graunty Mabel and Grunkle Dipper run off and distract Cipher in hopes that they can keep the attention on themselves long enough that their great nephews could come up with a plan to escape.

The younger twins don’t find a way out and instead, finally, have an actual talk about their feelings, one that definitely ends up in tears as the two talk about the pressure that’s put on them or how worthless they feel. After that the boys get a rush of determination to escape when Stanley has a plan. Ford immediately hates the plan but Stan insists that they do it, in his own words, ‘Let me prove I can do something right for once.’

When Bill comes back and threatens to kill either Mabel or Dipper just for the hell of it, Ford calls out that he’d like to make a deal.

He wants to work with Bill, let Bill into his mind willingly. Bill immediately jumps on that offer. Ford is a promising young kid, perfect henchmaniac potential, not to mention it would absolutely devastate Dipper is his great nephew willingly turned to Bill’s side.

He goes into Ford’s head, revealing Stanley just in time to reveal that he was trapped, panicking as he was erased with a swift left-hook along with a kid who was happy to prove he was good for something after all.

Everyone was devastated after Weirdmaggedon of course, a child had his mind completely wiped. Stanford took it the worst, he just managed to finally break down those words that others built in his head, that he was too good for Stanley or that he didn’t need a knucklehead like him dumbing down his brain, and now his brother was gone. Just like that.

We all know what happens after this, Stan gets his memory back, everyone celebrates and the Stan twins are sent home, promising each other that they’ll never let anyone try and tear them apart ever again. Dipper and Mabel stay at the shack, after all, all they could ever want is there, where else could they possibly go?

Sorry this was… extremely rambly and long, I am extremely tired and can’t think straight I have a bunch more ideas and concepts so if anyone’s desperately wants to hear them just ask I guess, sorry you read this dumb of ass essay haha 💥

[steddieas-shegoes]

i don’t know why i can’t take my eyes off of you

for @steddielovemonth day one using You and Me by Lifehouse

rated t | 1186 words | no cw | tags: future fic, second chances, mutual pining, idiots in love, songwriter Eddie, teacher Steve

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Steve’s walking down the frozen section of Melvald’s when time stops.

Not literally. The watch on his wrist is still ticking. The clock on the wall at the front of the store is still moving. People around him are still grabbing their groceries.

But Eddie Munson is standing in front of the ice cream section like he belongs there.

Eddie left Hawkins five years ago.

He kissed Steve on the lips, then the forehead, and left.

Steve’s thought about it, about him, every day since.

Eddie hasn’t noticed him yet. Maybe Steve should leave before he does. Last he’d heard, Eddie was working at a recording studio as a songwriter, halfway making his dreams come true.

He’s happy, or at least that’s what all the kids have said when he’s brought up. They don’t know about the kiss, at least Steve doesn’t think they do. He’s never told them.

It’s busy enough in the store that Steve’s pretty sure he can sneak away before Eddie sees him. He starts to back away, but immediately bumps into an old woman.

“I’m so sorry, are you okay?” He’s asking, and she’s brushing him off and saying she’s fine. He feels terrible.

“Steve?” Eddie’s voice is like music, always has been a melody made specifically for Steve.

“Eddie,” Steve says as the old woman walks away. “Hey.”

Steve forgets he’s in public as the world around him fades and all he sees, smells, wants, is Eddie.

“I didn’t know you were still in Hawkins,” Eddie says quietly, leaning forward on his toes. He’s got a new battle vest, though it looks well-worn. Steve wonders if he knows that his old vest is hanging in his closet, if he knows that Steve pulls it out every once in a while so he can put it on and feel a little less alone.

“Yeah. Never left.” It sounds worse than it is. Steve always said he’d leave when all the kids left, but once they did, he didn’t know where to go. It’s not like he could follow them around, couch-surfing across the country a month or two at a time, burdening them with his self-imposed loneliness.

“You look good,” Eddie says, changing the subject.

Leaving Hawkins was a touchy subject for Steve the last time he’d seen Eddie. It still is. Eddie must sense that.

“So do you,” Steve breathes out. He does. He looks healthy and happy, something Hawkins had completely drained from him before. “What are you doing back?”

“Just visiting Wayne. Usually he comes to see me, but he insisted he didn’t wanna deal with the ‘big city’ this time. And I’m the best nephew, so I said ‘sure, old man, I’ll go back to the town that hates my guts!’ And here I am trying to find my favorite ice cream at the store. They don’t have it,” Eddie shrugs. He rambles when he’s nervous, still. “He hasn’t mentioned seeing you around or anything, though.”

“Yeah, I guess we don’t cross paths much,” Steve laughs awkwardly. He can’t remember the last time he saw Wayne. Must’ve been around Christmas, when Steve was helping Joyce with her decorations while Hopper worked overtime and Wayne stopped by to drop off some lights. “How’s he doing?”

“He’s good. Stubborn as hell. Won’t retire even though he could,” Eddie shakes his head. “Think he’s scared of being bored.”

“Or lonely.”

The words escape Steve before he can hold them back.

Eddie’s face softens, but it’s not full of pity. Everyone always gives Steve this look, like they know he’s putting on a brave face. Not Eddie.

“Wayne’s always been content alone. He’s got friends, and he calls me when he has something new to argue about,” Eddie leans in closer. “I don’t really worry about Wayne. Other people, sure.”

“Like who?” Steve swallows.

“You settle down yet?” Eddie asks in response.

Steve’s so shocked by the question, he doesn’t answer.

“I figured the kids were just being nice by not telling me if you did, but you’re not wearing a ring and you’re grocery shopping alone, so…” Eddie rambles again. Steve feels his heart flutter in his chest.

“No.”

“No?”

“No.”

“Are you dating someone?”

Steve shakes his head. “Haven’t really found anyone interesting.”

“Interesting? Since when does Steve Harrington want someone interesting?”

Since the most interesting person he knows kissed him and then left. Since everyone else is boring in comparison to you. Since he realized he was dumb to let you go.

“I guess what I thought I wanted is different now. Has been for a while,” Steve shrugs.

It’s strange how easily Steve becomes wrapped up in Eddie’s orbit, how quickly everything else didn’t matter the moment Eddie started talking to him. It’s just the two of them.

“Excuse me,” a man says to their left. Steve jumps back and apologizes for blocking where he needed to be. Eddie’s eyes never leave Steve.

When the man walks away, Steve clears his throat.

“How long are you in town?”

“How long will it take me to convince you to come back with me?”

Steve chokes on his next breath. “What? Come back with you? To…”

“New York or Chicago. I’m getting a promotion and they’ll let me pick where I wanna go. I’ve been leaning towards Chicago because more of the music I enjoy is making a mark there,” Eddie explains. “And there’s plenty of options for you there, too. Dustin said you just finished your teaching degree.”

“Dustin talks about me?”

“Only when unprovoked,” Eddie grins. “Have you been waiting for me?”

It’s blunt, but Eddie always has been. Steve can hide a lot of emotions from people; It’s been a survival tactic for most of his life.

He’s never been able to hide shit from Eddie.

“Not on purpose.”

Eddie looks at his basket of items. He was really only here for a few things, but he saw his favorite cookies were on sale and he couldn’t resist stocking up. He looks between the basket and Eddie’s eyes.

“You wanna come to mine for dinner?”

“Is dinner cookies?” Eddie laughs, poking at the package closest to the top.

“That’s dessert,” Steve laughs, too. He finds it easy. He never thought it could be this easy after the time that’s passed, the distance they had between them.

“First dessert.”

“What are we, hobbits?” Steve asks.

Eddie’s jaw drops open. “Steve, please. Not in public.”

“What?”

“I didn’t know you read it!” Eddie groans, but he’s smiling, so Steve’s not actually worried.

“I’ve read a lot of things! I’ve been waiting for you, remember?”

An announcement starts in the store— someone’s car is blocking a delivery truck entrance— and they both take a step away from each other. They were much closer than they should be in the grocery store.

This is still Hawkins, and people already don’t like Eddie. Looking cozier than two dudes normally would might be dangerous for both of them.

“So. Dinner?” Steve asks again. It’s easier to remember there are other people around with some distance between them.

“Sure. Dinner.”

Time starts again.

[xoxochb]

u may remember me….. but can i pretty please have a tooth rotting fluff with hypnos reader and percy ! sorry i’m obsessed with the idea . thanku!

“I am quite tired.”

“yeah? per usual?”

you scowl and turn just slightly so you can look behind yourself. percy smiles at you. you turn back around and cross your legs with one another to accommodate a comfier seating position.

your eyes grow heavy. unbearably. unable to remain in an opened state, yet you force them. despite your sleepy paternity, it was always a known fact that to fall asleep faster it was easier to fight it. this is why, you had made yourself sit upwards instead of laying down.

percy rubs your back with one hand. oh-so soothingly, gently. it doesn’t help your ponderous eyelids. you stifle a yawn with the back of your hand before dropping it onto your lap, opposite hand holding up the blanket keeping your modesty intact.

“talk about something.” your voice is a whisper. quiet, yet in the lone cabin, loud enough.

“about…?”

you sigh. “something stupid. something boring.”

percy is silent for a moment; pondering, thinking. “I’ve got nothing.”

you whine lightly. “then tell me what you’re thinking.”

the moment the words leave your mouth you regret recommending that.

percy snakes his arm around your waist and tugs you to lay back down against him. too dazed, you allow him to do so.

“I’m thinking that maybe you would benefit from caffeine.”

you frown. “I don’t need that stuff, I sleep enough as it is.”

“just trying to be helpful.” percy shrugs. his hand now rubs the skin of your waist. you nuzzle your face into his shoulder.

a silence falls upon the cabin as you don’t respond. the energy slowly drains from your body as sleep threatens to take you within its arms.

“how’re you doing, sleepy?”

“mhmmmm… trying.”

“count sheep maybe.”

“I hate sheep, percy.”

he laughs just lightly. “then chose another animal.”

“hm… fish. you’re a fish. I like them.”

your brain is infiltrated with images of blue and white and green and yellow and orange and all different shades of fish in their schools. they swim quickly and slowly alongside each other.

percy had explained how they swam once. how they went in schools and their fins and their gills.

you recall know why you couldn’t remember the last bits and pieces of his ramble.

[revelboo]

Last night I dreamed about you (not a strange dream)Basically, in my dream, you were famous to the point that all two stories here on Tumblr were physical books/available on Kindle. One day, on my birthday, I received a gift from my friend: The hardcover editions of "give up/give in" and "everything is alright". Man, what a good dream. The covers were SO BEAUTIFUL, glossy and probably the most beautiful things I've ever seen. Like, I woke up sad, because they were so perfect that I wanted them to be real. The last thing I remember doing in the dream was finishing reading both books on the same day because i was so excited!

Anyway, thanks for making me go crazy over Transformers again! I've been following you since the first 'chapters' of Everything is Alright (I think I found your account when you were releasing the 5th or 6th).

Hugs from a Brazilian fan 💗🇧🇷(And sorry for any words I may have misspelled. I'm not very confident about my English writing 🙂)

Haha nooo this stuff is just purely just my bored rambling nonsense. It’s not even beta read or edited really- it’s super rough. I’m glad you like it, though. I hadn’t been active in the fandom in ten years or so myself before I started writing these snippets.

Give Up/Give In Pt 14

Earthspark Megatron x Reader

• Landing, he waits for you to get clear before transforming so he can kneel and offer you his cupped hands. “Where are we?” You ask, settling yourself in his palm as he stands and walks up to the massive, hidden door recessed into the mountainside. And grimacing, he tries to think of a nice way to explain that he doesn’t trust Ghost. That he likes having his own place to recharge where he doesn’t have to constantly worry or look over his shoulder. Not even Optimus knows about this place and he can appreciate that his old friend also hasn’t pried, respecting his privacy. But letting himself in, he’s suddenly painfully aware of how empty the space is.

• “it’s just a place I can escape to for quiet,” he says, but there’s an edge to his tone that makes you think that’s not the whole answer. You don’t push, though, looking around. There’s a berth against a wall. A storage locker, and what might be a shower area in a corner, but it’s spartan and doesn’t really look like a place someone lives in. No photos, no mementos collected over the years. It’s not a home. “It’s not much, is it?” He asks as if reading your mind and you flinch, because what do you know about Cybertronians? Maybe uncluttered and empty is their design aesthetic.

• Wishes he can tell what you’re thinking as you look around. Do you find it lacking and lonely? It’s never mattered to him before, but now it does. Dorothy’s home is full of things. Odds and ends that humans tie memories to. What do you make of his hideaway without those human things? “It’s fine. You’re sure I’m not in the way here?” You ask, looking up at him and his spark warms that you’re worried about imposing on him. Just like you hadn’t wanted to impose on the Malto’s. Pulling the air mattress and blankets Dorothy had let him take from his subspace, he sets it up on a corner of his berth. The box of water and packaged MREs go beside it and he turns to find you watching him.

• “I like the company,” he says, nudging the box with a servo. Is he lonely recharging here alone instead of in the Ghost facility with the Autobots? He’s not given you a lot of details, but you get the impression he doesn’t trust Ghost and that Dorothy isn’t entirely sold on them either even though she works for them. Aware that you don’t have all the information, but okay with that for now since you don’t want to hound him. “You’re welcome to stay as long as you want,” he adds, letting you avoid the real world a bit longer. To take the time to get yourself together.

• If you’re here, he can keep an optic on you. Live up to his promise. Knows you’ll want to leave him eventually and go back to your life, but he’s not about to make you until you’re ready. And until then, it’ll be nice to have someone to talk to. Someone that doesn’t only see the monster he’s trying to leave behind. “Thank you,” you say and he reaches out a servo, one corner of his mouth twitching when you lay a hand on it. Because your trust? It means everything and he wants to be worthy of it.

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[paper-possum-party-pal]

Meet The Narrator!

And it appears that there are two other characters to unlock in this lineup!

I’ll give you all the lore for main tsp AU once I reveal the design for the final character, but for now you get to learn about my Narrator!

The Narrator is a being known as an Informis Voxumis that has spent years observing humanity. The Narrator and other beings like him do not have natural physical forms, they’re just a voice/consciousness stretched across planes of dimensions and reality. This existence intersecting these planes can allow them to build physical forms for themselves, but it’s incredibly difficult to do so considering the matter that needs to be pieced together in a functional manner. It’s a miracle that The Narrator would eventually manage to pull it off. Informis Voxumis, or ‘Voices’ for something simpler, existed across the galaxy since near the beginning of time, but their numbers have dwindled to the point that The Narrator and his two cohorts have only interacted with each other, and while there’s still probably more out there, it’s unli they’ll ever meet. There are two more Entities similar to the Informis Voxumis that are also watching over Earth and the three Voices, but that’s a story for another day.

The Narrator’s Bio!

(The Narrators fear and disdain for humanity is completely warranted. Not only are living things, to him, gross meat things that do awful gross stuff, but intelligent mortal beings are fully capable of killing or controlling the Informis Voxumis. How? Oh I definitely totally remember how and am certainly not stalling to tell you when I figure it out)

After spending years watching humanity The Narrator begins to grow bored, and while he’s weary about interacting with any aspect of Earth, he’s become insatiably curious. The Narrator gets the clever idea (in his opinion) to create a human and place it in a little sandbox he’s created to study the idiosyncrasies of humanity.

This is the start of The Parable.

Unfortunately for The Narrator, he doesn’t really know what he’s doing and while he thinks he’s making a completely original human, he’s actually plucked the recently deceased soul of one Stanley and has begun fiddling around with it. The original Stanley is mostly lost in this process, and beyond the few remanents left of Stanley, he is nothing more than a shell of what he once was, so at first he doesn’t really do much. The Narrator then has to tweak Stanley until he can move around, understand orders, etc. This creates a new Stanley with no memories of the past beyond what the Narrator has shoved into him for his character. This new Stanley starts out curious and optimistic, but you know how the story goes by now. He loses that optimism, starts doing everything he can to go against and irritate The Narrator, and they start butting heads. This begins their on again off again friendship and rivalry.

I’m still deciding when in the timeline it happens exactly, but The Narrator eventually makes his human form, partly to prove that he’s better than humanity and that he’d make a great human. Another repressed part of him did it because he was curious and lonely, and the most repressed part of him did it because he noticed how lonely, depressed, and touch starved Stanley was becoming. He doesn’t use it for a long time after making it, he hides it and doesn’t tell Stanley, but eventually he’s given the push he needed to try it out and finally greet Stanley in person.

He is immediately punched in the face.

Stanley doesn’t apologize, which is warranted, but that’s the moment they really start over and try to get along better.

That’s one(ish?) part done. Sorry if I’ve rambled on too much or if it’s disjointed. I’m honestly not used to writing things down like this and I needed to put what I had in my head out into the world. I’ll probably write a more comprehensive document or something, maybe answer questions, idk. It probably doesn’t help that there are certain aspects of this AU that I’m still trying to develop. I’ll need to make a separate things so I can make it clear exactly what’s going on with Stanley.

One final note, my Narrator does share a human name with one of @shinakazami1 Narrator’s from her lovely Ao3 fic “Destiny Surely Likes to Play Tricks” that she made with Taking_L’s. I wanted to make sure they got proper credit, and if you haven’t read it already, you really should! I’ll be posting a link to the fic separately since this post is already long enough.

Congrats if you managed to wade through my idea speghetti, good job! And thanks for all your lovely words in my last posts, it really makes my day!

The first image but without the character shadows

[justagirlswrld]

Winter’s bite

a/n: a drabble(?) for my ephemeral universe. here’s the fic if you missed it.

summary: you were a thousand miles away from home but he still seemed to haunt you (takes place during new moon).

warning: typical ex stuff. angst? no smut, just Edward being Edward.

The knock at your front door pulls you from the trance your text book had you in, It’s well past your bed time but it was imperative that you cram for the test you had that afternoon. You look to the clock ticking on your apricot living room wall to make sure you weren’t lucid from lack of sleep but the time still read 4:00 AM.

You decide to ignore whoever was rapping at the door, with Nina at work you figured it wasn’t wise for a lone, young woman to open the door for a stranger in the wee hours of the morning. You’re ready to stuff your nose back in the pages of your book when the knocking begins again. You groan from your place on the couch, cell phone in hand just incase you needed to call 911.

You grab a knife from the kitchen, holding it tight in your hand as you creep towards the front door, blanket still hanging from your shoulders. When you finally look through the peep hole the knife falls from your hand and hits the floor with a clatter, you almost find yourself dialing Nina as you look upon the boy who ripped apart your heart with his fangs.

You have to step deeper into the living room for a moment, pinching yourself to make sure you weren’t having a nightmare before finding your place at the peep hole again.

Edward Cullen was standing in front of your apartment.

He looked the same under the muted porch light, save for the dark circles under his topaz eyes, not that you expected a undead 17 year old to change in the months you’d been gone.

This was the last thing you were expecting (or wanted) on a boring Saturday night. Your hair was a mess and your pajamas were stained with the ice cream you’d just devoured but that was the last thing on your mind with the leech (as Embry would call them) in front of you. Your hand trembled slightly as you reached up to unlock the door.

The dry December air hit you as soon as you pulled the door open but you weren’t sure if that was why a shiver ran down your body. Nobody said anything for a moment, you still weren’t sure if this was a hallucination coming from a twisted part of your brain, so your words were uncharacteristically soft when you decided to speak.

“How did you find me?”, You’d never told Edward that you’d accepted the offer in California after your future plans of running away with the Cullen’s were destroyed. He has the decency to look sheepish when he answers, “You were on your mother’s mind.” He doesn’t have to explain that he meant he went poking around in her thoughts.

“..And what are you doing here?” He looks down at his dark boots then back to you, your expression hard and unwelcoming. “I can’t stop thinking about how I treated you. I can’t…live with the idea of you hurt because of my misdoings. I was wrong and I’m so sorry, Y/N.” You’re not sure what you were expecting but it wasn’t that, even though it was the most Edward thing to do. But you weren’t sure you even really knew him after the incident in the garage.

“I fight my.…vampiric nature as much as i can but it slipped out of me in that moment. I was cold and uncaring and you didn’t deserve the real me- the monster.” You listen to Edward stoically from your place in the threshold. “I was horrible to you, using you for my own selfish gain after lying to you for months.” Your hand grips the door so hard you fear it might turn into dust, you’re blinking ferociously to keep the tears that threatened to spill at bay while he rambles on and on.

You hadn’t entirely gotten over Edward’s betrayal despite the months that passed, you’d decided to ignore the pain rather than confront it so Edward standing in front of you felt like ripping out fresh stitches.

It felt useless leaving Forks, you were so far from home that you’d assumed you’d be far from Edward or anything or anyone that would remind you of the brooding vampire….yet here he was.

Your lips form a line after Edward’s finishes his long winded apology then looks at you expectantly. “Well, i’m glad you were able to clear your conscience-“ You cut yourself off as you begin pulling the door closed, groaning when it’s stopped by a pale hand, your frustration growing when his words from the garage incident begin to swirl around in your head.

“No..it’s so much more. I…love her, i’ve never felt this way about anyone before.”

If you weren’t so prideful you might’ve started crying, instead you explode into anger. “Edward get the fuck away from my door-“ You push at his chest and he gets the hint to back up, “What the fuck are you doing here anyway?!”, he looks at you incredulously now.

“I wanted to make amends-“ You throw your hands up and he stops mid sentence, “No, why are you in California, bothering me at four in the morning instead of in Forks with the girl you left me for?”

The wound was definitely still raw.

Edward looks away from you now, the light wind pushing his already mussed, bronze hair. You knew you could go in the house, you knew he wouldn’t stop you from closing the door this time but for some unexplainable reason you wait for him to answer.

“….I- we had to leave. It’s too dangerous for Bella with us there. She can’t protect herself like you can.” You snort. Partly because the last time you ran into vampires that weren’t the Cullen’s you almost became dinner, secondly because it was so ironic that they ended up leaving anyway after you practically begged Edward to join you out of state.

You shake your head, deciding not to voice either of those thoughts. Instead because some stupid, soft part of you still cared about Edward your next words slip from your lips, “And where’s your family? Why aren’t you with them?” Not that you actually cared.

“They’re in Ithaca…i’m tracking Victoria.” You laugh lightly, earning a confused look from Edward. “You’re a horrible a tracker.” You’d learned this from the time you’d spent in the woods together.

“I know” Edward laughs but it sounds void of any happiness. There’s a long stretch of silence, Edward just stands there instead of leaving and you’re holding the door instead of going inside.

Your mind races with questions, the main one: did he ever really love you or he did he just keep you around? like a pet. But you won’t ask, refuse to actually and when his tawny eyes meet yours you remember that he can read minds and you never put your wall up.

He goes to speak but you point an accusatory finger at him, “Stay out of my head and away from me.” When you slam the door this time there’s no restrictions.

“Y/N-“ Edward’s voice is barely muffled by the wooden door, “I did love you- I’ll always love you….you were one of my best friends.” Edward continues even though you don’t respond, “I still think about your grandfathers song. I hope you can find it in your heart to forgive me and we can be friends one day.”

You wipe at the tears threatening to spill out your eyes and walk back to your place on the couch. You don’t bother looking out the peephole because knowing Edward he was already gone.

[beebeetheclown]

Hey! I have an imagine request for domonic from banshees

Hi thank you for this request💕

I was obsessed with Barry’s character in this film and am happy to write about him for you though I don’t write many imagines but I hope I did this right and you enjoy it🥰

Dominic Kearney Imagine

Dominic Kearney x reader

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Living alone had its pros and cons. You liked the quiet and it was just easier in general to live alone, but if you ever planned to go out for a long period of time, you always had to find someone to look over the house and take care of the three cows you had. You didn’t trust a lot of the people around you, you worried that they’d steal something when you were away or that they would do a poor job of looking after the cows. Dominic was the only one you really seemed to trust.

He didn’t live far from you, so you thought it wouldn’t be that much of a bother to make him be the one to guard the house and cows while you were away. He was always happy to do it as it always gave him something to do; he grew bored quite often.

As the two of you got to know each other more, he would sometimes stop by your house without telling you that he was coming over. He’d knock on the door and he would have a smile on his face every time you would open it for him.

“I hope I’m not being a bother to you.” He would say. You’d let him come into the house as he would keep you company wherever you felt lonely. Sometimes, you would let him stay for dinner or while you did house work. He talked a lot, sometimes he talked so much that he would just ramble on and on and you wouldn’t even really pay attention, you’d just nod your head and act like you were listening to him.

One time, he came out to help you with the cows. He pet them and helped you feed them. He helped you name the three cows, calling them Ferguson, Penelope, and Leonard. As he was petting Ferguson a thought came up and he shared it without thinking, it was a thing he always did, he would share his thoughts out loud without thinking first,

“Have you ever thought about having one of these guys for dinner? Ferguson looks like he'd make a good burger.”

“Dominic! Bloody hell, not ever have I thought like that.”

“Right, sorry, sorry. It was just a thought I had I guess. What’s for dinner anyways?”

“I don’t know, ask your father.”

“Can’t I just stay here? I’m sure you’re cooking up something better than my daddy.”

“Dominic, you have been staying for dinner for the past three days, I think it’s time you go back to your own place for dinner.”

He scratched the back of his head, “Yeah, okay, I guess you’re right. My daddy will probably like me to eat with him anyways. He always gets bored easily that one.” He took his hand off Ferguson and began to walk towards the gate, “Well, if you’re not having me for dinner, I guess I should be heading off then.”

“Okay, good bye Dominic.”

“Goodbye, do you think I could come by tomorrow?”

“Oh, I don’t know, I have quite a lot to do.”

“I could always help you out.”

“We’ll see okay? Now you get back home.”

He nodded his head a little, “Alright, I’ll get back home, Goodbye again.”

“Goodbye.”

He began to walk back home now and you watched him leave. The truth was that you didn’t think you could bear to have another meal with him, he talked so much even when he had taken bites of his food. Dominic always had so much to say. You needed to eat dinner in silence for once. You did like Dominic, but he was just a bit much at times.

On that same day, he came back to see you just as you were cleaning up the dishes. He knocked on the door four times before he began to call your name then he knocked on the door again. He kept hollering and knocking until you had opened the door. It was a little dark out now as the sun had set, but you could still see the scars on his face. The scars were not there earlier that day.

“Dominic, what’s happened to your face?”

“My daddy didn’t really like me sayin’ that I didn’t like his cooking. I guess it made him a little angry.” He said with an awkward little giggle. “I know I wasn’t supposed to come here but I didn’t want to stay with him.”

“Come in, come in. Let me fix you up.” You put a hand on his shoulder and allowed him to step inside your small home, “Sit right at the table, I’ll clean you up.”

With your hand still on his shoulder, you guided him over to the table and pulled a chair out for him and he sat. You went to the sink and got a clean washcloth and ran it under the water before walking over to him. You sat right next to him at the table and faced him. You brought the cloth to his face and lightly dabbed where his scars were, wiping away the blood. His blue eyes watched yours the whole time you cleaned up his scars.

“I hope I’m not being a bother to you.” He said quietly, “I guess I just didn’t really know where else to go.”

“No, not at all, don’t worry about it. I am always here to help you Dominic.”

“But why?”

You lower the cloth down into your lap and smile at him, “You help me with things like taking care of my cows and looking after the house when I’m gone.”

“Yeah, I guess so.” You could tell he had something else t say but for once, he was hesitant.

“What is it?”

“What is what?”

“What is on your mind?”

“A lot of things.” He replied with a little grin, “Which would you like to know first.”

“You were hesitant about something, I could tell, what were you being so hesitant about.”

He inhaled, then let a sigh leave him, “I don’t know, you probably won’t like the idea very much.”

“Just tell me anyway.” You brought your thumb to brush over the scar that was on his cheek just below his eye.

It got quiet for a moment, “Do you think maybe I could, I don’t know, stay here for the night? My daddy is probably still angry with me for runnin’ out of the house, or he’s probably wanging himself to sleep.”

You couldn’t help but giggle a little at the last part, Dominic wasn’t very good at keeping private information to himself.

“Oh, I don’t know-”

“I can sleep right on that couch there, I won’t be a bother to you. I promise I don’t snore, at least I don’t think I do.”

You weren’t sure if you liked the idea of him spending the night, but you also didn’t want to force him to go back home, “Alright, but just for this one night and then you go back home.”

He got excited, “Really? No one’s ever let me have a sleepover before you know? Thank you!” He leaned over and gave you a hug. You were taken back by the hug at first but them hugged him back,

“Yes, you’re welcome, but just for this one night.”

“Just for this one night.” He repeated.

He got up when the hug ended and walked over to the small couch. He immediately lied down as soon as he got on it, “It is not as comfortable as I thought.”

“Well, would you rather sleep with the smelly old cows?”

“No, no. Don’t make me sleep with the cows. Here is just fine.” He sat up again, “It would be nice to have a blanket though.”

“This is no motel you know? I am not your servant.” You teased, “But I’ll get you some blankets, I won’t make you sleep cold.” You went to get him some extra blankets you had in your bedroom and when you brought them out to him, you sat down next to him, “I don’t have many extras, I hope this is enough.”

“I think it will be enough for me, thank you. I didn’t make you take blankets off of your bed did I?”

“No, I’ve got my own, you’re alright.” He fidgeted with his sleeves then looked at you deeply without saying anything, “What is it now?” You asked softly.

The next thing he did took you by surprise as you weren’t expecting it at all. He leaned in and kissed your lips. It was a very quick kiss; it was the type of kiss little elementary school children would give each other. You looked at him blankly, not knowing what to do or say.

“I’m sorry,” He said, “I’m sorry, that was silly of me wasn’t it?” He looked down at his lap then laughed a little, “I guess I’ve made a mistake haven’t I?”

You felt a little bad for him as you could tell he was embarrassed by his actions, “No, it’s okay. Don’t, uh, don’t worry about it.” The room got quiet for a moment, “I think I’ll be off to bed now.” You said.

“But it isn’t even late yet.”

You couldn’t help by lie to him, you felt a little awkward, “Yes, but I guess I’m just feeling very tired.”

“Oh, okay.” He replied, sounding a little disappointed, “Goodnight then I guess.”

“Goodnight Dominic.” You stood from the couch and when you made it a couple feet away from him he spoke again, “I didn’t make you dislike me did I?”

You turned to face him, “No, of course not Dominc. I’m fine, really. Just try and sleep now, okay?”

He nodded his head, “Okay, I will sleep now.”

When you made it back to your room, you stayed lying wide awake in your bed. You didn’t know how you felt about Dominic kissing you. You never thought of him that way, then again, you didn’t dislike feeling his lips on your lips.

Maybe you liked the kiss because you felt sorry for poor little Dominic, maybe you liked it out of sorrowness. Or maybe, you liked the kiss because you actually enjoyed it.

…

[am-i-the-asshole-official]

AITA for cutting off a friend over an inappropriately timed confession?

tl;dr at end. it’s been a while since this went down, but i’m still feeling uncertain about it all. 

i (18m) hosted a birthday party a few months ago. the guest list was small since the activity i chose was pricey. among the guests was a guy we’ll call carson(17m, same grade). i honestly was already drifting away from him before this incident, and sort of regretted inviting him, but i’d already told him about it and had just known him for so long, it felt mean not to. the day’s plan was to grab lunch at my favorite restaurant, drive everyone to the activity, do that, drive everyone back to my house for cake, and then send everyone home. at lunch, people handed me gifts. carson hands me the actual gift and a card with a printed sheet of paper tucked inside. the card’s paragraph text was normal enough, but then i open the paper inside, and it’s a goddamn love poem. like, “i’m scared of how you’ll react if i give you a valentine” levels here. i am not into poetry even a little. i’m obviously uncomfortable because i barely like him as a friend, but i thank him and move on. 

for some background, carson and i dated in name only for about five or six days during the pandemic. we didn’t actually do anything, i think i was just bored and lonely. i am attracted to men, just not him. i am also autistic, and he’s suspected to be. he also has a pretty shit home life(he’s recently pivoted to “actually my home life is great!” but none of us really buy that. i won’t go into it though, it’s not really relevant nor my business), and that might affect how he views relationships, since his parents had a pretty nasty divorce when he was young.

after cake, everyone left except carson. he then says something like “do you remember when we dated sophmore year?” he gives this stuttering, rambling buildup that ends in him asking if i’d like to go out with him. i tell him no, and he apologizes for if he made me uncomfortable. i lie and tell him he didn’t. i was actually extremely uncomfortable because as the host i couldn’t leave! i really felt cornered. after more awkwardness i ask when his ride will get here, and he says his mom is already here, he just “needed to get it off his chest.” 

a little more context, i had some pretty shit birthday parties in the past, and only started having them again last year after being tired of them going badly.  they’re still an incredibly sensitive time for me. i’ve told him this, although he claimed to not remember(i’m not sure whether him lying or forgetting would piss me off more.)

two months or so go by, and he still hasn’t apologized. i realize that i’m not going to get over this like i hoped i would, so i confront him, asking him why he would do that. he basically tells me that he didn’t think about it, and is sorry i got upset. 

here’s where i might be the asshole. i was giving him the cold shoulder before, but after his apology, i completely cut him off. i refuse to even acknowledge his presence when he’s around with my other friends. i know he apologized, but i’m just still so mad at him, and it felt like such a non-apology that he only gave because i asked him to. my friends who have other personal grievances against him think i’m in the right to cut him off, but my family says i’m being too hard on him, and that he was just trying to shoot his shot and mistimed it. i’m definitely not going to make up with him because even thinking about him pisses me off. but i feel like such a dick for doing this, and i’m still thinking about it months later. am i the asshole here?

tl;dr, friend asks me out at my birthday party when birthdays are a sensitive subject for me, i cut him off after thinking his apology isn’t good enough

What are these acronyms?

[kirkwahmmett]

I saw your post about confessing anonymously, and I decided to come. I love your blog and don’t want to bring any harm, seriously it’s not my intention. I just need to put this out and I don’t have anyone to trust

During a trip a while ago someone from that place named me as “the knowledge girl”, and it made me realize how lonely I am (this person was really sweet, and the comment wasn’t mean at all)

That person just kept saying how she loved the fact that I was good at continuing conversations no matter how random the topics where, and the only reason that came to my mind to why was “I need to know them, so people will take longer to get bored of me. I’m not interesting enough by myself”

Every group/person that I tried to get close, always ends up going away somehow. It's not like it has a huge fight and they hate me, I’m just never relevant. It’s always the “oh you’re still here, I’m sorry we forgot abou it”. And I already came to the fact that, I am the problem, but I just can’t find where I’m wronging

I like to think I’m not a disgusting person, in the end of all these colleagues will always feel comfortable to ask for help or share secrets, but will never consider me a friend. Maybe I’m being too selfish, egoistic and self centered, but god I wish someone would call me just to talk or invite me to a place because they want and not only by formality at least once, I’m tired of being always the one trying

I also do have interests that I love outside of the topics to fill the silence, but all the times I tried to talk/introduce them they say I’m too invested and they just don’t want to know or they will just fake a smile. Maybe I’m too basic, too boring, too annoying or too nerd, I have no idea

And with my last close group of close friends, when I felt they were going away, I asked if I was being a bad friend and if I was, where was the mistake and what I could do to redeem myself and stop the pain. Those girls looked into my face smiling and saying everything was fine, the next day they pretended I never existed, said to everyone I was a horrible person, that I got too focused/attached on their group and was making them sick. I truly thought we were friends (for years!!!) and I could trust them, but no

I still feel guilty all the time, and I’m also terrified of being alone forever. I don’t want to be lonely, and I don’t want to keep hurting people. I’m struggling to bring this topic into therapy because it shameful, or I’m totally broke or I’m a monster, rambling about it anonymously is a coward move, but less painful

Anyways I’m sorry

Anon, I’m deeply sorry for what happened to you. I’m sorry that those horrible people pretended to be your friends and then spread nasty rumours about you. I’m sorry people like this even exist. But please, know that you are not a monster or an egotistical individual, and that those girls being so fake and hateful towards you was not your fault in the slightest. And no, you’re not “too nerd” or “too boring” or annoying you matter and you’re imperfectly perfect, you’re a great human being who is deserving of love.

And please, please don’t apologise for pouring your feelings out anonymously, it’s not cowardly it’s not wrong or “weak”. I know that life might seem overwhelming and tough now, but please know that all of it will pass and your existence is not defined by times like these. You are worthy of your life and you are defined by your courage to live through times like these. And always remember, when it seems like everyone forgot about you and they greatly despises you now, someone out there loves you and cares for you and they always will.

Kisses,

- Shaina A.K.A kirkwahmmett

[abubblingcandle]

ankle or pain or stiff or bored

Thank you! This is helping with the football induced hysteria as I lay in bed screaming at the tv. Putting it under the cut as it is long!

Ankle - from Have You Noticed You Are Breathing

“I’m not sticking around here until after lunch with you wallowing and trying to play video games with a messed up brain,” Keeley tossed Jamie his lone slide and laid his crutches next to him. “I’m doing a good job of playing video games with a messed up brain actually,” Jamie protested, hand clutched against his chest in mock outrage but he did slide on his shoe to his good foot and hop up to his feet. “You don’t really need to babysit. I am able to exist on my own with a fucked up ankle. I’m getting good at hopping. God I’m going to be so unsymmetrical after this. My good leg is going to be so mint,” Jamie rambled but despite his protests he now had a coat on and was ready to leave. “Come on Mr I Can’t Shower Alone,” Keeley teased, helping him hop out down the stairs from Ted’s apartment. “I said you don’t need to. Didn’t say I wouldn’t like it babe,” Jamie smirked.

Pain - from Make Me Fret or Make Me Frown

“Nothing to be sorry for Jamie. Just don’t want you to be in any more discomfort than you need to be,” Ted whispered and smiled. Jamie huffed and Roy nearly reflexively did the same. Jamie was visibly in a fuckton of discomfort, what was a little bit more pain when you were currently the talk of the nation? Ted, Rebecca, Keeley, Georgie were all focusing on the slating of Cartrick and Rupert but Roy had been looking deeper. He had seen all the people calling Jamie a wimp and a weak little bitch for going down and hiding in hospital while the real footballers were being punished. He had seen all the people calling for the suspension to be over ruled because Williams was just playing the proper game not the babyish sport that Tartt wanted to play. They didn’t care that Jamie was in pain. They didn’t care that he had nearly died. Rupert was playing the orchestra of online assholes, like the pied piper of keyboard wankers.

Stiff - from Like a Black Hole

Jamie woke up with a throbbing head and a stiff neck. He couldn’t remember the much of the day before after resurrection of Dani Rojas’ knee. He was already plastered then. It would be easy to believe that his chat with Miss Welton was just a really bad dream. But then Jamie opened his eyes to find himself sat on his floor, empty bottles of assorted cheap alcohol around him and still wrapped in the Richmond sideline cape that he had stolen in a fit of anger. It had happened. It wasn’t a nightmare.

Bored - from Snap

“I won’t mind if you take the call,” Jamie muttered. Beard turned it over and it was just a text. His eyes flicked side to side and then the phone was returned to the table. “He’s fine. He just wants company but you need this. Assuming you didn’t just call because you are bored?” Beard raised an eyebrow. “No, no. I,” Jamie stammered, drumming his fingers on the table. Beard, despite his best friend’s requests for companionship, seemed to content to sip his drink and wait for Jamie to find the words. There were only three words that could sum up all of his raging thoughts. “I fucked up,” Jamie sighed, eventually breaking the silence.

[existentialmagazine]

Review: Jazzygold’s new soulful pop single ‘lonely afterparties’ encompasses easy-going hazy sounds and a night filled with regrets, loneliness and more

After the success of her first two singles ‘boring like me’ and ‘dyed my hair red’, and a series of live shows across Europe, the up-coming soulful artist behind a unique blend of R&B and pop Jazzygold is back on the scene with yet another track just as gracefully ethereal. In the form of a soul-pop dream, ‘lonely afterparties’ dives into the post-night out experience for a nearing three minute experience you won’t forget.

Drawn-out synth and snippets of layered voices laugh, talk and shout over one another, immediately setting the scene for the unravelling narrative of ‘lonely afterparties’ that flows just as much through its sound than it does its words. Fading into drawn-out, pulsating synth and steady tapping beats alike the ticking of a clock, Jazzygold manages to set-up a sound that’s easy-going while still capturing the overwhelming booming electronics of a late-night event, almost feeling the reverberations through the floor. Confidently singing atop her R&B ladened sound, Jazzygold powerfully soars through a lower-toned range, spilling out like the familiar ramblings of a friend with a more impassioned, floating delivery. The chorus shifts into more striking beats and rising synth, surprisingly more slow and paired-back than the verses and yet all the more atmospheric and impactful for it, all the while Jazzygold glides into a haunting higher range. Continuing to build as things progress, ‘lonely afterparties’ reaches into piano keys, built-up synth, layered backing vocals and intermittent vocal effects, a dominant progression you’re completely mesmerised by every ebb and flow of. Closing out with an instrumentally heightened final chorus, ‘lonely afterparties’ makes sure to leave you wanting just that bit more, turning it on for just one more play that perfectly loops back into its crowds of chatting voices.

Reaching into her own vulnerable past experiences, ‘lonely afterparties’ soaks up all of the realities that come with those late nights spent partying, providing a glimpse into the not-so-high moments that come with drinking, swarms of strangers, loneliness, pounding music and more. As she sings ‘Should’ve gone home with my friends before… how’d I end up here?, Jazzygold questions what she’s even searching for in these unknown places and new faces, desperate to continue her night but always feeling a little jaded by the end of it all. Admitting that she ‘don’t wanna seem uninterested, so I’m still here’ , it’s almost like ‘lonely afterparties’ spills out as a need to be perceived and liked, finding confidence in those yet to know her as any more than a stranger at a party. Falling into more of an empty shell, the hook reveals that ‘every lonely afterparty… ends up with me feeling sorry for myself’, an intimate admission of how isolating it can feel to be amidst hundreds of people and yet feel completely alone. Dissociating from herself, lyrics like ‘I catch a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I never ever see myself any clearer’ almost allude to the blur that things soon become, detached from her identity and looking at a person she doesn’t recognise on the other side of the mirror. Torn up with regrets and piling bad decisions, Jazzygold asks ‘where are my friends? I need to make amends, admit to my mistakes so I don’t get replaced’, bringing out all of her self-doubts and fears in the haze of a messy night. Sure to be relatable to most, ‘lonely afterparties’ really is that anthem for those still finding themselves, looking for highs in places they can’t be found.

Check out ‘lonely afterparties’ here to appreciate Jazzygold’s easy-going sound mixed with a more poignant message.

Written by: Tatiana Whybrow

Photo Credits: analogram

// This coverage was created via Musosoup, #SustainableCurator.

[backhurtyy]

my top three posts all being about stede…. as they should be!

[chaoswrites]

my period is late, maybe i’m pregnant ??😦🤧🤠

jk my virgin ass could never🤭💀

[domesticateddog]

his dad’s leaving town for almost a week meaning we’ll have the entire house to ourselves the whole time >:)

[hana-akari]

“I suppose that’s true. I wouldn’t be where I am today without my brain, and let’s face it, I was always the brains behind Team Seven.” Sakura grinned playfully, “Still can’t believe they trusted the village to Naruto… The guy can barely do basic math.” It took a lot more than being strong to be Hokage. Sakura got a taste of what it took when she helped Tsunade all the time. It felt like the most boring job in the world. She was so glad she wasn’t picked for the job. But she knew she was a possible back up plan if something went wrong with Naruto.

“Yes! Exactly! And I never really got the chance to experience the world when I was younger.” Too busy trying to stop Sasuke from doing what he did. Mostly because Naruto kept dragging her along. In her heart, she knew Sasuke would come back. Just… She didn’t exactly predict things to get as bad as it did. But that didn’t matter now. Sasuke was here. Safe. He could rebuild his life now without worries and that made her happy.

“I agree! I think a lot of places could benefit from someone like me. I could help heal the sick and the injured, and train new medics so their villages could flourish without me.” Sakura’s gaze moved from Sasuke, to out the window. Watching people pass by, “Konoha was lucky. It was able to bounce back after the war. I know there are a lot of places that didn’t have the resources to bounce back. I– Feel like a waste where I’m at. I’m more of a hospital mascot than really needed. It's driving me crazy just sitting at a desk doing paperwork day after day knowing there is something more out there…” There was a small frown on her face,

“Ever since Naruto got married, it’s left me wondering what I want with my life.” They both seemed so happy while Sakura felt so… Lost.

“Ah- I’m doing that rambling thing again. Sorry. My point is, I want to travel and I want you to come along! You already go out traveling on your own, wouldn’t it be nice to have someone with you this time?” She looked back at him, gauging his response. Hoping he wouldn’t outright reject the idea. She wanted to be with him. Spend time with him. Explore the world together. Maybe– It would spawn something more between them. If Sakura was honest with herself, seeing him leave all the time, left her feeling so lonely. Like he took a part of her with him when he left. It wouldn’t be an issue if they left together. 

“You can say no, it’s okay. I know I’m not anyone’s first pick to travel with.” Even now she worries about coming off as annoying to him. Not that he ever made her feel that way or even alluded to the fact he found her annoying. Even when he playfully called her that, she knew it wasn’t serious.

Sakura mentions children briefly and Sasuke's mind wanders— mostly wondering if there would ever be such prodigies anymore. It felt as if their generation was thick with potential between all the lands, but anymore, it seems such a concept was rare, if nonexistent. He supposes in their current generation did continue their bloodlines, the inert ability will carry, but without the environment and stressors, they may never attain such heights.

He kept his ruminations to himself and off his face, turning his focus on her statement. " Intelligence and knowledge are half of the whole." Astute observations of history. The sannin neither the Founders wouldn't be without their best strategists.

The chair strains under his weight with a metallic squeal as he postures back to the rest. " That so? " The Uchiha didn't see what was particularly exciting about that, but he has long since been jaded to the activity. " The world is ripe with secrets to explore... " he then remembers," and people to help. I'd argue the medical system is in shambles in most unfortunate areas due to losing a majority of their men. "

[noodlegoose420]

I wish I could afford a dog. They make me so happy. I understand they’re a lot of responsibility and a lot of work but they’re so worth it. I love them.