#Sorry for rambling I’m bored and lonely

[ssreeder]

Hi! I have read a lot of LIAB and I loved it but it was honestly getting a bit too much for me and I had to stop reading cuz I was way too lost in the depressive feels. Your writing is so brilliant though!

I was just wondering how you think Azula would feel if she saw Zuko’s scars? I’m not even sure if you’ve already written this as the story continued or if you plan to soon and so won’t be able to answer, but the thought intrigues me!

haha yeah I have had NUMEROUS people say they started LIAB & couldn’t finish because it got to be too much, which is totally fine!! That’s why I love fanfic because there’s so many options for what different people wanna read. When I started liab I wanted to write a really dramatic emotionally dark and tragic love story - which I know some people aren’t into haha especially with how it’s written. (It was my first time writing ive learned a lot haha)

Seriously though! Thank you so much for complimenting my writing!!<3

ok that’s so crazy you asked this because we’re just at the part in the story where azula will be in the same city as zuko. But in ANY liab situation, I do think her initial reaction would depend on if she was prepared to see zuko or not and how much she knows about where he’s been.

Azula doesn’t enjoy not having control over people and situations- and we all know that when azulas not having a good time no one else is either. So if zuko pops up alive and she’s not expecting it I’m sure she’s going to be annoyed

But no matter what, I do think seeing his scars would surprise her, whether she expected them or not the sheer destruction that was done to zukos body would shock anyone. That’s also her brother, like she knows him he’s not just some extra in the background. she grow up with him and watched him throw tantrums and whine about his mommy and they played in the garden sometimes - & yeah she was prepared to see the SCAR but not all the Scars.

Since she’s rarely caught off guard I think her initial response would be to say something mean and clever to try and overcompensate for the shake in her voice and tremble in her hands. I’m sure she’d have a physical reaction - elevated heartbeat wandering eyes increased breathing but she wouldn’t wanna give zuko the satisfaction of catching her off guard (especially not if she thinks he’s working with his uncle to overthrow her)

she’d play it off but I think it’d haunt her, even if she had zuko in her clutches as a prisoner or ally his scars would stick with her. she’d see them in her dreams and when she closed her eyes, they’d burrow into her consciousness and if she starts to mentally unravel in liab like she did in canon and I’m sure zukos scars would be a significant part of pushing her into that insanity. Especially if she doesn’t know what the fuck happened to her brother lol. sorry I started rambling! I hope I answered the question lol! Thanks for the ask!!

[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 male 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 💥

[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

[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.

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[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

[noxsoulmate]

💞⚾ Noxy’s Tarlos Baseball Fic ⚾💞

Ship: Tarlos | Fandom: 911 Lone Star | Author: noxsoulmate | Read on ao3

Chapter: 1/2 | Word Count: 5390 | Rating: Explicit | Warnings/Tags: baseball, valentine's day, different first meeting, meet-cute, running into each other, coffee shops, farmers market, night clubs, hook-up, baseball player TK, baseball player Carlos, rivals, Red vs Blue (but not the episode), banter, sexual innuendos, flirting, teasing, basically Tarlos uses the baseball game as foreplay, and they don't hide it, implied sexual content, but TK has a dirty mind so the rating is explicit, making out, strangers to lovers, love at first sight | Art made by me

Summary:

The moment he spots him, he freezes. For just a tiny second, he wonders if all his thoughts of Carlos have summoned him. And then he takes in the man as a whole, attire and all – and his mind goes blank. Because Carlos is wearing a jersey as well. And it’s blue. Carlos is wearing the blue jersey… of APD.

~*~

Meet cutes are only meant for rom coms, right? So why is it that TK has a total of four of them with the same stranger in just one day? Besides, Valentine’s weekend is certainly not the right time for him to have his head in cloud nine – not when the annual Baseball game between Fire and Police is on the line. Apparently, Police hasn't lost in years thanks to their pitcher. But now Fire has TK on their team – a paramedic who had a chance to play in the major leagues...

This fic is finished, chapter two will be posted tomorrow.

The biggest, biggest thanks goes out to the amazing @lightningboltreader and @bonheur-cafe. These two spent the past few weeks explaining an American game that seems to have no rules to a European who had zero knowledge about it - and they did it in a way that said European was able to write a fic about it. I bow to you two! They also helped plot out every step of the game - Char, Dalawa, this fic truly wouldn't exist without your help, and for once, that's not just a phrase 😂

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Sneak peek under the cut:

TK knows better than to check his phone while walking. He actually has been dispatched to scenarios in which walking while looking at the phone had ended in tragedy in one way or another. So clearly, he should know better.

But that doesn’t stop him from answering Nancy’s text while he’s in the middle of the supermarket, walking along the cereal aisle. The moment he hits send, he’s reminded just why it is so bad to not look where you’re going.

The only thing he really registers is that he smacks into something solid, losing the grip on the few groceries wedged into his arm – because who needs a shopping cart or basket, right? Apparently, he does because right away, everything tumbles to the floor; the oranges roll away and for a split second, his heart stops when he fears the jar of honey will break, but it lands on the jug of milk first so the fall is softened, thankfully. The only thing he can catch is his phone – thank God – and with his heart pounding, an apology on his lips, he looks up.

Only to lose his breath again.

He’s staring into the warmest, softest brown eyes he has ever seen and while that should be a completely boring color for eyes, it certainly isn’t on this man. Those eyes are eyes he could stare into for days and still not get tired. And that isn’t even acknowledging the rest of this perfect face.

“I’m really sorry, are you alright?”

It takes TK a second to realize that the man just spoke – holy hell, what a voice – and he has to shake himself to get his head back online.

“No no, that was all my fault, I’m the one who’s sorry,” TK hastens to apologize before quickly kneeling down to pick up his stuff. The handsome stranger follows, crouching down to help with the oranges while TK starts rambling. “I was checking my phone. I know that’s something you shouldn’t do but my partner just messaged me and she sometimes gets impatient when it takes me too long to reply and I don’t want her to worry. She’s worried about me enough already and–” He looks up to see the man holding out another orange to him, a soft grin on his face. “Aaand I should stop talking. I’m sorry,” he adds one last time as he takes the last orange and stands back up.

Once again, the handsome man follows and for a second they stand and look at each other, frozen in the moment. Until TK remembers his manners.

“Are you okay? I ran right into you.”

“I’m fine, don’t worry about me. Also, all of my groceries are safely in a cart,” he adds with a little grin, definitely teasing TK, who huffs out a laugh.

“I only have a few things, no need to bother with a cart.”

“If you say so.”

TK wants to reply – wants to stay and spend hours talking and teasing with this man – but right then, his phone pings with a new message. His eyes fall to the screen.

“Well, uhm, sorry again for crashing into you,” he says with a little smile. “I need to get going.”

“Careful though. No need to run into someone else.”

For a wild second, TK wonders if the man means this in a flirty way. For an even wilder second, he wonders if he should just take a leap of faith and ask for the man’s number – but then he remembers that he’s living in Texas now – has been for over a year, in fact – and that in this place, he can’t just hit on random strangers even when his gaydar tries to convince him it would be okay. The risk of hitting on someone who will take it the wrong way is just too high. So, accepting defeat and the fact that he can’t just ask a random stranger for his number because it would sound weird and crazy and be potentially risky, TK simply smiles and nods.

“I’ll try my best.”

The whole long way down the cereal aisle, TK forces himself not to look back, not even once, not even when his senses try to convince him that someone’s staring at his back the entire time.

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Written for the @tarlosweeklyprompts Valentine's Fic Exchange and my giftee @sugdenlovesdingle. The prompt was: TK and Carlos meeting via the police vs fire baseball game when they’re on opposing teams (bonus points for a grey’s anatomy-like thing where they hook up the night before without knowing who the other is and then seeing them at the game).

Dear SugdenLovesDingle, I'm really sorry you get your gift this late, Corona stole a whole month from me... I really hope the story will make up for the wait 💖 I loved your prompt so, so much! I've always wanted to write a coda for Red vs Blue - but this is even better. I'm a sucker for alternative first meetings, so this was just brilliant! I hope you like the little twist I put on your bonus points prompt - I just couldn't decide on the meet cute I wanted for them, so... I gave them all 😂

Bingo square used:

@mfbingo O3: Meet Cute

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[itrytobeoriginalbutimnot]

COPYCAT

Summary: Everyone in Minnesota knew about the menacing serial killer in a Ghostface mask. The state tried to keep the crimes a secret but news travels fast and unfortunately murder tends to inspire copycat killers.

Or

Billy Loomis and Stu Macher are inspired by the original Ghostface killer and set out to commit their own murders, unaware that the original Ghostface is more closer to home than they thought.

Warnings: murder, stalking, gore, violence. Anything related to horror movies. Each chapter will come with its own set of warnings as they may change.

Prologue

14 July 1995

The sound of the VHS rewinding a tape resonated throughout the living room as a lone sixteen-year-old blonde girl sat on the couch bored and playing with her long hair to pass the time. Her grey eyes glanced over to the clock ticking on the wall, her boyfriend Matt should be over soon to watch the movie with her.

Heather removed her hand from her hair and giggled to herself. Despite the two watching multiple movies together they somehow never manage to finish watching the whole movie. The blonde stretched her limbs and got up from the couch, walking over to the TV to stop the tape rewinding since it was at the start of the movie. Her eyes went over to the slip-case.

Poltergeist was tonight’s choice, a recommendation by a blockbuster employee.

Heather froze turning her attention away from the VHS and going towards the landline that had begun to ring on a nearby table. With a huff Heather walked over to the device and answered it, expecting the other caller to be her boyfriend.

"About time you called Matt. I've got the movie ready and I'm just about to put on the popcorn. And please don't say that you're going to be late," told Heather with irritation clear in her voice. The last time Matthew had come over to her house he had been over an hour late.

“I’m not Matt,” said the other person on the phone, clearly amused at the mistake.

"Oh." Heather was taken aback by that replied. "Then who is this? Unless you have the wrong number." She was so sure that this was Matts phone number.

"Do I?"

"I think you do creepy stranger." Heather ended the call and walked into the kitchen to prepare some snacks. The phone rang again as Heather put some popcorn on the stove. "Hello" She hesitantly answered into the phone.

"Hello, again." It was the same caller.

"Why did you call me again?"

"To apologise for the mix up."

"Now that you've apologised now, I'm hanging up."

"Wait, don't hang up!"

"Why? Do you want to ask me out on a date Mr stranger?“ Asked Heather with a flirty expression on her face as she watched the popcorn pop on the stove.

"Maybe later. What are you doing right now?" They changed the subject.

"I'm about to watch a movie. Poltergeist. Do you know that one?

"I know that one. Do you like scary movies Heather?" Asked the sinister voice that sent shivers down the blonde’s spine. Panic began to rise as Heather’s grip on the phone loosened causing it to nearly fall to the ground.

"How do you know my name?" Heather was freaked out at the new information; she shakily took the popcorn of the stove as to not burn it. "Listen you asshole I'm going to end this call and you’re not going to phone me again!”

As if on autopilot Heather ended the call, running to the front door to make sure that it was lock, staying for a moment more than she should as she tripled check that the bolts were secure and that nothing could get in. Once the front door was locked, she went to lock the back door, declining an incoming call before pressing the numbers for her boyfriend’s phone.

"Matt you won't believe what just happened. You better hurry up because I'm really scared,” she rambled on giving the details of everything that just happened.

“Sorry Heather.” The blonde froze, more frightened than before. “Matt can’t come to the phone right now.”

“How do you have his phone!? What have you done to him?!”

"I think you should be more worried about yourself.”

“What?”

“Let's play a game Heather."

"Why are you doing this?"

"Why Heather? It’s because I wasn't to see what your insides look like." Heather eyes widened as she realised that she hadn't locked the backdoor. She rushed to the door to lock the thing before he could get in. "Why don't you turn on the lights"

"What?"

"Or are you too afraid to find out." They taunted.

Heather was scared and now angry at the taunt. Part of her mind still believed that this was a prank. She would wish that she hadn't risen to the bait.

Flicking the lights on, Heather brought a hand to her mouth as she miffed her shocked cries. She felt sick to her stomach at the sight of her boyfriend Matt who was tied to a chair, gagged and gutted with his organs trailing all around the chair. She heard a noise outside and backed away from the glass door.

"Who's there?"

"Are you stupid? Saying that is a death sentence. Do you want to die Heather cause Matt sure didn't."

The house lights turned off and Heather screamed as she rushed to the front door on the other side of the house. A black robed figure with a Ghostface masked sprang out from a closet closest to the front door grabbing her and forcing her to the ground.

The Ghostface stabbed her in the stomach as she kicked and screamed, trying to get them of her. The knife went through her left leg as she attempted to kick them off her.

"Please, don't kill me! You don't have to do this." Heather bargained as she realised that she was close to her end.

The Ghostface skillfully slid the body behind Heather, positioning themselves on top of her back and pining her to the ground.

"You're right. I don't have to do this... but I can." The Ghostface slit Heather's neck, watching in fascination as the blood spilled onto the ground. After a minute, the Ghostface reached for a camera inside their black robes.

"Say cheese."

Click, click, click.

[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.

[onlyswan]

this is soo jungkook stans’ core. describes us all 😀 he’s the solution. sad? jungkook. feeling down? jungkook. lonely? jungkook. depressed? we got jungkook. happy? because of jungkook. truly this applies to all 7 of them (our happy pills ♡) i’m so happy that they exist in this world and got united as a team and reach their dreams together. istg i wouldn’t know where and who i’d run to if i feel all on those negative emotions if i don’t have them… yes, i have friends and family, but idk i just don’t want to pour all of those negativity towards them and make them see me all sad and depressed 🙃 ofc if they got too bad, i talk to my mom about it, but as for like sad and lonely (the ones that can come frequently from day to day), just watch some tannies contents and ✨boom✨*cured* :]

honestly i don’t know if it’s okay to feel this way about them, sometimes i’m scared of loving them too much that most of the times, being happy is something that depends on them. but at the same time, i know it’s because that they’re genuinely want to make us happy. like ‘happy’ is what they want to make us feel when we listen to their songs or think about them. so again, most of the times i just say “fuck it. happy is happy, no matter the source it comes from. who wants to be sad all the time? use bts to be happy”

oh artemis i’m sorry for rambling. have a lovely day!

-🌷

oh tulip anonie come get your hug voucher from me 🫂🎟️

i used to kind of feel this way before, especially at the height of the pandemic, but as i was getting to know the tannies in a much deeper level, i started seeing it in a brighter light. i think of the reasons the tannies has formed a strong bond with us because they are fans themselves, and they understand fan culture. they always talk highly of their favorite artists and how they inspired their dreams, motivated them to keep going when life was a storm. in the suchwita episode with tablo, yoongi talked about how he listens to epik high’s entire discography when he’s feeling drained with a lot of worries. it also makes me think of joon, who went to a museum one day because he was feeling bored in his hotel, and now his house is a museum in itself. and that one time when he talked about how he cried looking at a black and red and white painting because he thought the artist must’ve been feeling the same emotions he was having at that time. and he hopes his music can do the same for us.

of course there is always a line not to be crossed! but a part of life is discovering joy in the world around us (food nature sports arts media and all that jazz) and it just so happens that we find that very often in humans <3 after all, we are a mosaic of everyone and everything we’ve ever loved 🥹

[sweetmusingss]

Oscar smiled softly to himself, so completely endeared and charmed by you. He loved these conversations the two of you would have and it was hitting him now just how badly he had missed it. He hadn't even realized how lonely he had been without you. He never was himself with Sophie and he felt like he had probably become a shell of a man, just trying to be what she wanted him to be. But with you, the two of you could act silly and goofy and there was never a dull moment. He knew this was what he wanted for the rest of his life. "I am sorry to say that you cannot keep a koala as a pet, my love. It's sadly against the law. But I promise that I will be your koala forever," he said, blushing as he said the words to you. He was grateful that you seemed to be loving Australia so much already, not knowing what he would do if you hated it here.

“But I have a koala as a boyfriend who I’m smuggling back to the states! I don’t wanna go to jail!” I giggle, continuing to talk to him about Australian animals. I could see myself living here. I had nothing tying me to America, I had no family or roots there besides my friends. I’d miss Lando, but knowing Oscar’s co-dependent relationship with him, he’d probably make the move with us if we chose to come back. I felt Oscar was more himself here. He was just a “boring” finance guy back home, but here he had go-karting medals and a family who doted on him and loved him. Most people would never imagine moving across the world for their partner, but I would in a heartbeat if it meant Oscar was happier. “Are we almost to the restaurant? I’m hungry.” Oscar had urged me to eat more of my lunch hours ago, getting all dominant on me when I said I was full due to the ice cream he bought me at the mall. Now I was regretting not eating more since my stomach was growling.

__

I laugh softly when hearing what you said, able to tell that you weren't entirely soothed and relaxed yet. I watch you with a concerned gaze, sitting down with you and sitting right in your lap, wrapping an arm around your shoulders. I fell into easy conversation with Lando and Oscar, telling Lando that I had my eyes on him because you were mine. I continued to drink, getting a little more drunk and just starting to ramble about how ridiculously intelligent that you were, it being obvious how in love with you I was. I accepted that my words weren't reassuring you so I was just determined to stay close to you and prove to you that I loved you for everything that you were.

The more Max drank, and the more ridiculous conversations you and Lando got into, he slowly started to forget about what Pierre said. He would never properly forget, Max had a way of filing things away for later to deal with on track, but he felt his body relaxing and he pulled you even closer, kissing your shoulder. “I’ve never met a girl who is as obsessed with me as this one and I’ve met my biggest fans. Katie puts them all to shame.” He smiles up at you, rubbing your waist reassuringly, wanting you to know that he was feeling better now. He kept spotting Pierre in the crowd looking over at the pair of you, and he threw the Frenchman a glare every single time.

[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. "