#help am crying

[dark-elf-writes]

I’m rereading the timeloop au for inspiration and just,,,,

“No, crying comes later when they have reached the tower and the scrolls are opened to reveal Iruka-sensei looking down on them. Telling them they did it. They made it.”

What if Naruto and Neji opened a scroll earlier hoping something useful would be sealed inside like weapons for the next round, ration pills, etc. But instead, Iruka comes out looking more than a little confused. The confusion ends quickly when he realizes that they disobeyed the order not to open the scroll and is promptly replaced with anger.

His yelling gives them away, and Orochimaru finds them earlier than in any other loop. Iruka tries to protect them, of course he does, but what is an academy teacher to a sannin? In a heart beat, Iruka’s body is splayed on the forest floor and blood paints pale lips crimson red. His warm eyes turn glazed and empty even as they meet Naruto’s in a final plea to run. He does not.

It’s the first time Naruto manages to inflict major damage on Orochimaru. It’s the last time they open the scroll. It’s the last time they try to involve someone else.

These loops are their burden to bear, in life and beyond death.

They’re starting to lose hope when Naruto suggests it. It’s the seventh (eighth?) loop and they’re both close to shattering. What are the two of them supposed to do when faced with one of the Sannin and his chosen Shinobi? They’re just genin. Naruto is barely a few months out of the academy. Not to mention trying to get the rest of Team Seven to listen to anything is nearly as painful as losing to the sound Shinobi time after time.

They are, to say least, in way over their heads.

“It has to be something right?” Naruto breathes, huddled close in their impromptu camp that has become a sort of base of operations a meeting place so they don’t need to waste valuable time looking for each other when they should be trying to run.

This loop was not kind to them. Lee’s arm is broken. Sakura has lost enough blood that, short of a miracle, Neji didn’t think she would make it through the night. Tenten was staring blankly at one of her torn scrolls blood and mud matting her hair and her unfocused eyes looking a bit too dead for comfort. Sasuke was unconscious, holding his curse mark even in his sleep as he let out punched out little groans.

Naruto was nearly out of his near limitless chakra and, if not for his insane healing ability, would have bled out and more than likely lost a leg from the deep gash to his thigh. Neji’s hair was shorn half off and the bandages around his forehead, right over that damn seal, crinkled as he turned to look at Naruto.

They wouldn’t last much longer. Neither of them nor their teams. Something had to give if they wanted to make it out of this loop alive if nothing else.

The scrolls… weren’t a bad idea all things considered.

“It could be storage.” He mused. “Two parts of a key for the next section?”

Naruto snorted, one of the arms wrapped around his knees reaching out to tap at the place where his weapons pouch usually hung. Lost in the same attack that should have killed him. “I’d take a key. It would be better than trying to kill a Sannin with a stick. I’d even take one of Kakashi-sensei’s dogs if it meant getting help.”

Neji blinked. A summons.

“That’s how the enforce the confidentiality clause.” He breathed. “They’re summoning scrolls that bring leaf Shinobi.”

Hope sparked in those blue eyes for the first time since the third loop when Naruto watched Team Ten die one after another right in front of him. Fragile as the little glass sculptures Neji remembered his mother being fond of and twice as beautiful. They had, if not a plan, than an idea for the first time in several loops.

“We open the scrolls.” Naruto said, slipping his out of one of the many pockets in his orange jumpsuit, now muddy and caked with dried blood and dirt to tone down the eye searing color.

(They should steal some clothing on the next loop but Naruto was so small. Would the increase in stealth be worth it if he was tripping over the pant legs?

No. He couldn’t think that way. This was the loop. They would get out r of here this time. They would live and fulfill all those promises that had whispered to each other in those stolen moments when they weren’t running for their lives.

A home. A family. Freedom. Love.

They could do this.)

Neji shouldn’t have been surprised when the scroll summoned Iruka-sensei. He had been hoping for a jonin, ideally Kakashi or Guy who would make short work of the bastards on their tail, but he supposed it made sense. But…

“What the hell we’re you thinking Naruto?!”

“Iruka-sensei it’s-!”

“You were told not to open the scrolls!”

“Yes but-!”

“Now two teams are disqualified!”

“I don’t care! Will you just-!”

The attack was in a way less surprising than seeing Iruka-sensei. The scarred man drilled in the middle of his lecture and tilted his head to the side before grabbing a fist full of Naruto’s jumpsuit and hauling him out of the way of three kunai.

They had been found.

And for all of his skill and determination to protect them, Iruka was only a Chunin against one of the legendary Sannin and his two remaining lackeys.

He was just as in over his head as they were.

He lasted longer than they ever had, but died all the same. Gut split open in a haunting mockery of the scar across his face and Naruto’s name on his lips.

As Neji listened to Naruto’s scream (layered, deeper than it should have been, burning with chakra as his teeth sharpened into fangs) he promised himself that there would be no other loop that involved asking for outside help. Not when that outside help would be the only person Naruto saw as a family. Not when his death shattered him like this.

His only consolation when he felt the kunai slam into his blind spot was that he got to watch Naruto’s clawed hand bury itself into Orochimaru’s gut before he died.

[inkskinned]

the thing is that they're so fascinated by sex, they love sex, they can't imagine a world without sex - they need sex to sell things, they need sex to be part of their personality, they need sex to prove their power - but they hate sex. they are disgusted by it.

sex is the only thing that holds their attention, and it is also the thing that can never be discussed directly.

you can't tell a child the normal names for parts of their body, that's sexual in nature, because the body isn't a body, it's a vessel of sex. it doesn't matter that it's been proven in studies (over and over) that kids need to know the names of their genitals; that they internalize sexual shame at a very young age and know it's 'dirty' to have a body; that it overwhelmingly protects children for them to have the correct words to communicate with. what matters is that they're sexual organs. what matters is that it freaks them out to think about kids having body parts - which only exist in the context of sex.

it's gross to talk about a period or how to check for cancer in a testicle or breast. that is nasty, illicit. there will be no pain meds for harsh medical procedures, just because they feature a cervix.

but they will put out an ad of you scantily-clad. you will sell their cars for them, because you have abs, a body. you will drip sex. you will ooze it, like a goo. like you were put on this planet to secrete wealth into their open palms.

they will hit you with that same palm. it will be disgusting that you like leather or leashes, but they will put their movie characters in leather and latex. it will be wrong of you to want sexual freedom, but they will mark their success in the number of people they bed.

they will crow that it's inappropriate for children so there will be no lessons on how to properly apply a condom, even to teens. it's teaching them the wrong things. no lessons on the diversity of sexual organ growth, none on how to obtain consent properly, none on how to recognize when you feel unsafe in your body. if you are a teenager, you have probably already been sexualized at some point in your life. you will have seen someone also-your-age who is splashed across a tv screen or a magazine or married to someone three times your age. you will watch people pull their hair into pigtails so they look like you. so that they can be sexy because of youth. one of the most common pornography searches involves newly-18 young women. girls. the words "barely legal," a hiss of glass sand over your skin.

barely legal. there are bills in place that will not allow people to feel safe in their own bodies. there are people working so hard to punish any person for having sex in a way that isn't god-fearing and submissive. heteronormative. the sex has to be at their feet, on your knees, your eyes wet. when was the first time you saw another person crying in pornography and thought - okay but for real. she looks super unhappy. later, when you are unhappy, you will close your eyes and ignore the feeling and act the role you have been taught to keep playing. they will punish the sex workers, remove the places they can practice their trade safely. they will then make casual jokes about how they sexually harass their nanny.

and they love sex but they hate that you're having sex. you need to have their ornamental, perfunctory, dispassionate sex. so you can't kiss your girlfriend in the bible belt because it is gross to have sex with someone of the same gender. so you can't get your tubes tied in new england because you might change your mind. so you can't admit you were sexually assaulted because real men don't get hurt, you should be grateful. you cannot handle your own body, you cannot handle the risks involved, let other people decide that for you. you aren't ready yet.

but they need you to have sex because you need to have kids. at 15, you are old enough to parent. you are not old enough to hear the word fuck too many times on television.

they are horrified by sex and they never stop talking about it, thinking about it, making everything unnecessarily preverted. the saying - a thief thinks everyone steals. they stand up at their podiums and they look out at the crowd and they sign a bill into place that makes sexwork even more unsafe and they stand up and smile and sign a bill that makes gender-affirming care illegal and they get up and they shrug their shoulders and write don't say gay and they get up, and they make the world about sex, but this horrible, plastic vision of it that they have. this wretched, emotionless thing that holds so much weight it's staggering. they put their whole spine behind it and they push and they say it's normal!

this horrible world they live in. disgusted and also obsessed.

[somerandomcockroach]

[foxstens]

kevin getting angry at neil for not taking his health seriously and telling neil to run then promising to teach him every night and keeping neil's binder safe without looking what's in it and calling wymack to make sure neil is okay after winter break and offering to talk about riko if neil wanted to

[dont-look-up]

Renji and Uryu: "20 Seconds" Then and Now

[isjasz]

[Day 363]

Can you hear my screams from over there. This au is taking over my brain and Maple of the @gingermaple variety is actively making it WORSE💥💥💥💥💥💥

Ref to this piece <3

[gatoburr0]

[stealingsocieties]

Dante the man that u are….

[ecstarry]

Always / a precious moment of comfort / @star4daisy

“I hate when we fight.” Regulus’ tears had finally stopped. He was used to arguments, confrontations, yet whenever he picked up the slightest change of tone in James, Regulus panicked. He felt a knot in his throat, and as if he had no control, tears streamed down his face.

“I know, love. Me too.” James pulled him closer, he lifted him just enough to place Regulus on his lap, he held him tightly. “I’m sorry for making you cry, I really am.”

Regulus rested his head on James’ chest and didn’t speak until his breathing returned to normal. “It wasn’t you.” 

"What do you mean?"

"It's not anything you say, it's just—James, I'm terrified of losing you. And that fear overwhelms me every single time." Regulus hesitated, afraid of revealing just how much he cared. He had grown accustomed to the warmth that James brought into his life, and the thought of the perpetual cold that his absence would bring was unbearable.

“You won’t lose me, Regulus.” James spoke softly to his ear, holding him as closely as their bodies allowed. 

"One day you might leave, and you might grow tired of fighting, or of me. James, what if you never come back?" Regulus' voice cracked, soft sobs escaping his lips. "I can't see my life without you in it anymore."

"Baby, will you look at me?" James gently lifted Regulus' chin, meeting his teary eyes with a gaze of absolute devotion.

"I will always come back to you."

Regulus' heart skipped a beat. For all of James' sweet offerings of assurance, this felt like the most precious one. "Really?"

"I promise, love." James intertwined their pinkies and, without breaking eye contact, kissed Regulus' finger.

Regulus finally breathed. He would always have James. He would always come back to Regulus.

[800-dick-pics]

Help Me Get a Service Dog to Live a Better Life!!!

I have been waiting for years for and an opportunity like what I have just been given. I have been researching service dogs extensively for years, and now I have an opportunity to get a prospect for one…… but in 2 WEEKS! I need help funding the cost of the puppy as well as the flight ($2500 approx) to get across the country. While this has been on short notice please know that this has not been a rash impulse choice, this all has been in the making for sometime now, and there is already a dog picked out that is perfect for my needs. My community is ready and willing to support me through this process of training a service dog and think it could be one of the best things for my health.

Having a service dog would allow me to work a traditional job again, would allow me to have more freedom and autonomy, this is going to change my life in a very impactful way. I want to be able to leave my home without fear of passing out and falling, I want to be able to work again, I want to be able to get out and be a human being again, to finally have the ability to do things by and for myself!\ For the first time in a while I have hope for my future, hope that my quality of life can improve, hope to feel like me again.

Please if you can share and donate! This is vital to my health, my quality of life and future.

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Dm for Paypl

[waltricia]

1x08 || 3x08

Welcome back Peneloise 💞

[dxmianwaynesstuff]

jayce and viktor.

on love and betrayal.

[ a history of my brief body — billy-ray belcourt | last days of judas iscariot — stephen adly guirgis | @/orpheuslament | last days of judas iscariot — stephen adly guirgis | the looking glass war — john le carré | matthew 26:50 ]

[inkskinned]

actually sometimes being neurodivergent is great bc you have a particular kind of Silly Mode that just . manifests glory. harmless fun is my precious side quest & i have a high score in whimsy. like okay if i gotta be the first dork in the dance pit it's gonna be me and this random toddler and we're gonna avril-style rock ouuuuttt

[arts-of-berdengguhit]

"Come home..."

[akans-dead-at-sea]

It's alright

30 second timelapse:

[chio-chan2artbox]

:'c

Inspired by the fic Forever and a Day by @inators Part 2