#lol i don't what's this.

[eunoiaaaivy]

๑ INVISIBLE STRING...

tw: bad writing, idk how i made this, fem!reader, a bit of angst, blood, mentions of enemies to lovers trope, a bit of flashbacks, hyperventilation, a bit suggestive, a bit of fluff at the end

a/n: this was another self-indulgent fic but pls excuse my poor writing. 😭

the moon shimmers down on him, the spotlight as the wind flies along his cape. his insomnia chasing him as the cold breeze continued to glide along the cold night. the sound of sea, night crickets and the buzzing filled his ears as the memories accompany him.

the echos of laughter, the laugh of his innocent days, the warmth of the touch he never wants to forget- sasuke remembers it all.

the bright smile, the warm touch, the lingering gazes, the small fights and the pouting; he could remember it all, the days where everything wasn't tormenting him.

the guilt ran free in sasuke's blood, the realization of everything as he drowns these voices in his head "you don't deserve her."

yet he knew that wasn't true. "you've hurted her." the demon in his head whisper's as he holds a frame, gazing at it as if it was going to disappear anytime. the beauty and essence of your face was all he saw, making him smile small.

"you lost her." that voice whispered in his head again, this time hitting a bullet. sasuke's smile falters a bit, like a child who realizes life. "you gave her pain." continued the demon running around his head, feeding his turmoil and starting the killing of happiness.

sasuke slowly puts the frame down, a gloved hand clutching his head as he tried to drown this stupid voice in his head. breathing ragged, forehead dripping with cold sweat as he fights his inner demons, he felt like he was fighting for his dear life.

it felt like one of those wounds he could never close, bleeding and filled with pain as the voice whispers on. "stop this silliness. you can't be with someone you've scarred."

"stop! stop it!" he whispers to himself, no sigh of relief left his mouth as he tries to kill this demon of his. sasuke could still hear the way it taunted- tattering his heart as his memories went back to a series of reverie.

the demon stops, yet he feels like his gut is being re-arranged as the scene of him- in his younger days- driving a chidori near your neck, where your jugular could be. sasuke can still remember that small smile you had. blood splurged on his hand, eyes widened with the sharingan activated and the sensation all so familiar to him as you whispered three words he never heard of.

"i love you." you muttered out, pavement becoming red, the wild sounds of water reaching his ears as you took the blow for sakura. sasuke retracts his hand, catching you as you breathed heavily and pressing pressure to stop the wound from bleeding.

"hey! keep your eyes open [name]! don't play this game with me, you've won already! stop it!" sasuke frantically shouted as kakashi stood in front of sakura, shielding her as the scene unfolded all to greatly to them- when did your relationship progress like this?

for all they knew, you hated each other to the guts. they would expected him to laugh- one like of those madman's howling laughter.

not this scene, sasuke shedding a few tears as blood spilled from the side of your neck and him pressing on it to stop the wound.

sasuke's chest heaves up and down, mangekyou sharingan activated as he remembers everything. the sensation, the guilt, the warm trickle of blood, the tears he was shedding- the begging of you to not die out on him.

he remembers it all too well, like the first fall of snow that touched his skin with warmth radiating off from you as you hovered over his lips. the mutterings of promises, the howling of laughters sweet as honey, and the taste of your lips.

the intimacy of it all felt so amazing- the fleeting feeling of just knowing that both of you knew of this. the privacy only known to him, you and the world sent warmth through his cheeks like a warm, pristine, visit to the sand village with no hindrances.

the immaculate sensation of his head throbbing was insane, it was like the feeling of panicking over the wound he inflicted all over again was new. it felt like yesterday, as the moon shines it's beautiful light on his handsome face.

sasuke's been holding for so long, hissing as his head throbbed- the demon in his head cackling at his doom.

yet a warmth he's so familiar with, one that his sharingan can't top, pulled him out from the demon drowning him; defeating it with just a flick of warmth from the touch alone.

he can no longer hear the demon roaring with laughter, screams of agony was all he heard as his demon dies pitifully in his head. sasuke's sharingan died down, reverting back into his onyx gaze.

he could feel the warmth seeping from the hand that's cupping his face, breathing coming to slow down as the amity filled more of sasuke's senses to which successfully calmed him down.

you stared at him in worry, eyes gazing over his crouched state while rubbing a thumb over the apple of his cheeks. "what happened sasuke? why are you up so late?" you asked him in a soft tone hinted with agitation.

the moon coated your skin perfectly, the wind reading his thought of you looking so beautiful in your night gown yet the frown etched on your serene face broke him out of his thoughts. "i couldn't sleep so i went out for a walk." sasuke briefly answered, his hand coming out to touch yours on his face.

as if reading what was destroying his sleep, you sighed out lowly, hand reaching out the one that hovered yours and giving it a short kiss. "it's all in the past sasuke. im alive, you're alive. you don't have to go back, it wasn't your fault you chidoried my neck. i chose to sacrifice myself. don't blame yourself, okay?" you coaxed out, like a warm breeze and wind meeting his skin.

sasuke stood silent for awhile, trying to calm his raging thoughts. after awhile he finally spoke, "i know, but i can't help but feel guilty." he said in a murmur.

"oh dear, you don't have to. i understand you, but if you continue to think about it you won't be able to sleep." you whispered while caressing sasuke's face, placing a small peck on his forehead. retracting from the small peck, you kissed his wrist where his pulse is.

"you're alive. so am i. you don't have to worry alright? you could even kiss my wrist if you really need it." and so sasuke did, he kissed it to reassure himself. over and over, like how he did with your lips on the night he left. at that time it was to reassure you that he will be safe and that he'll come back. but right now...it was to reassure himself you were alive and not part of anything his demon whispers to him.

and you were alive.

alive like the day he kissed you so gently under that wisteria tree, banter on something stupid long forgotten already. he kissed you like there was no tomorrow, like the rays of the sun wouldn't reach you anymore.

alive like when he saved you from madara, from being stabbed as if his life depended on it.

you fought as kids, like one of cats and dogs, yet made an oath under a serene moonlight. the weight of the world and the burden of being apart- it felt weird.

alive like that one encounter you both made in the middle of the forest after a year he left konoha, shock-ridden with a gleam so bright. sasuke didn't know if it was adrenaline or out of impulse, he did. he kissed you- a kiss so passionate, so tender and filled with longing.

it felt natural, out of everything why did kissing you had to be it? it was like a string tied you to him. strings of fate and strings of gold. he felt pulled either way, the way his heart beat pulsed through his chest when he sees you, the giddy feeling in his vein.

the love that conquered his hatred.

who knew all along there was an invisible string tying you to him?

[inkskinned]

i got rickrolled today but it didn't work because i have adblocker installed, so youtube just told me i violated the terms of service. yesterday i was trying to edit a picture as a joke for my girlfriend, and google made me check a box to prove i'm human because i wasn't "searching normally".

it isn't just that capitalism is killing fun and whimsy, it is that any element of entertainment or joy is being fed upon by this mosquito body, one that will suck you dry at any vulnerability.

do you want to meet new friends in your city? download this app, visit our website, sign up for our email list. pay for this class on making a terrarium, on candlemaking, on cooking. it will be 90 dollars a session. you can go to group fitness, but only under our specific gym membership. solve the puzzle, sign up for our puzzle-of-the-month-club. what is a club if not just a paid opportunity - you are all paying for the same thing, which makes you a community.

but you're like me, i know it - you're careful, you try the library meetings and the stuff at the local school and all of that. the problem is that you kind of want really specific opportunities that used to exist. you are so grateful for libraries and the publicly-funded things: they are, however, an exception - and everything they have, they've fought tooth-and-nail to protect. you read a headline about how in many other states, libraries have virtually nothing left.

do you want to meet up with your friends afterwards? gift your friends the discord app. you can choose to go to a cafe (buy a coffee, at least), a bar (money, alcohol) or you can all stay in and catch a movie (streaming) or you can all stay in bed (rent. don't get me started) and scream (noise complaint. ticket at least).

you want to read a new book, but the book has to have 124 buzzwords from tiktok readers that are, like, weirdly horny. you can purchase this audiobook on audible! your podcast isn't on spotify, it's on its own server, pay for a different site. fuck, at least you're supporting artists you like. the art museum just raised their ticket price. once, they had a temporary exhibit that acknowledged that ~85% of their permanent art galleries were from cis white men, and that they had thousands of works by women (even famous women, like frida! georgia o'keefe!) just rotting in their basement. that exhibit lasted for 3 months and then they put everything away again.

walmart proudly supports this strip of land by the street! here are some flowers with wilting leaves. its employees have to pay out-of-pocket for their uniforms. my friend once got fined by the city because she organized a community pick-up of the riverfront, which was technically private property.

no, you cannot afford to take that dance class, neither can i. by the way - i'm a teacher. i'm absolutely not saying "educators shouldn't be paid fairly." i'm saying that when i taught classes, renting a studio went from 20 bucks an hour to 180 in the span of 6 months. no significant changes to the studio were made, except they now list the place as updated and friendly. the heat still doesn't work in the building. i have literally never seen the landlord who ignores my emails. recently they've been renting it out at night as an "unusual nightclub; a once-in-a-lifetime close-knit party." they spent some of those 180 dollars on LEDs and called it renovating. the high heels they invite in have been ruining the marley.

do you want to experience the old internet? do you want to play flash games or get back the temporary joy of club penguin? you can, you just need to pay for it. i have a weird, neurodivergent obsession with occasionally checking in to watch the downfall and NFT-ification of neopets. if i'm honest with you all - i never got into webkins, my family didn't have the money to buy me a pointless elephant. people forget that "being poor" can mean literally "if i buy you that toy, i can't afford rent."

you and i don't have time to make good food, and we don't have the budget for it. we are not gonna be able to host dinner parties, we're not made of money, kid. do you want some kind of 3rd space? a space that isn't home or work or school? you could try being online, but - what places actually exist for you? tiktok counts as social media because you see other people on it, not because they actually talk to you.

there was a local winter tradition of sledding down the hill at my school. kids would use pizza boxes and jackets and whatever worked, howling and laughing. back in september, they made a big announcement that this time, rules were changing, and everyone must pay 10 dollars to participate. when im not scared shitless, i kind of appreciate the environmental irony - it hasn't gone below 40. so much for snow & joyriding.

i saw a bulletin for a local dogwalking group and, nervous about making a good first impression, showed up early. the first guy there grimaced at me. "sorry," he said. "there's a 30-dollar buy-in fee." i thought he was joking. wait. for what? the group doesn't offer anything except friendship and people with whom to walk around the city.

he didn't know the answer. just shrugged at me. "you know," he said. "these days, everything costs money."

[captainbee66]

I miss the era of the internet where everyone had an evil alter ego/character that would show up on their channel, just to be silly, that eventually got a lot of lore from the fandom for no reason. It was a simpler time.

[heph]

The tech guy in movies

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[artist-rat]

some epilogue vibes (an excuse to draw some hugs. and my durge so many times)

[itsmeglycine]

[coddda]

I wish we could have met in some other way.

Lawlight Week Day 2: Soulmates

If you saw me repost and re-edit this several times uh No you didn't </3

Still frames/Individual gifs:

If you know what every frame is from you get a free cookie. by the way

[benevolenterrancy]

poor Liu Qingge is really going through it in the succubus extra, he just had to go and get a crush on the most oblivious man alive

"Younger than me... we had a rocky start... completely devoted.... often together.... saved each other..... peerless beauty..... outstanding talent.... noble blood.... totally in love with me...... Wow what a weird love fortune! Definitely doesn't match anyone in my life!" says Shen Qingqiu while actively sitting next to one of the two men it perfectly describes

[acorviart]

made myself a little porcelain latios

the clear glaze sadly crazed but it adds a little ✨ pizzazz ✨

[honeyhobbs]

idk how Soap can focus on the mission....

[whack-patty]

A clump

[forgettable-au]

CHAPTER TWO | The Scientific Method

FORGETTABLE-AU (page 73-77)

* His brother is annoying.

[BEGINNING] [PREVIOUS] [CONTINUE]

[paintpanic]

Long-term warning message.

[swampybogg]

[theabigailthorn]

"Good" Acting

i have a theory that a lot of people say acting is "good" when they're emotionally moved by it, and a lot of cishet white people have a lifelong habit of not listening or empathising when minoritised people speak, so minority actors get called "bad" even when they display some pretty fucking amazing technical skill