that post that describes sakura as self-loathing is really getting 2 me like fuCK FUCK I NEVER EVER THOUGHT ABOUT SAKURA, THIS STRONG AMAZING CHARACTER WHO SHOULD BE LOVED BY EVERYONE, AS SOMEONE WHO HATES HERSELF AND THINKS SHE DOESNT DESERVE SASUKE’S RESPECT OR NARUTO’S LOVE

SHE REALLY DOESNT BELIEVE IN HERSELF AND LETS HERSELF GET KICKED TO THE FLOOR, BUT IS QUICK TO DEFEND OTHERS AND THAT MAKES ME UNBELIEVABLY FUCKING S A D

"Right now, I’m wondering. Have I done or said anything amiss? You see, at this moment everything looks clear to me, but what happened just before? That’s what worries me. It’s like waking from a dream: I just don’t remember."

The other time lords must think the Doctor is so melodramatic with his regenerations, like when Romana regenerated she just walked around for a bit and tried on a few different faces before she settled on one she liked, but with the Doctor it’s all screaming and crying and a huge light show and explosions and then for a week after he’s a complete walking clusterfuck who can’t even remember his own name

whose fuckin bright idea was it to just leave their boots sitting perfect leg standing lengths away from each other and facing down the hall so that in low light, i think i’m about to be murdered omw to the bathroom god fuckingd amn it someone is bullying me

> Have your life flipped on its head

You gather up that heated blanket. Medicine for Damian for the fever, as well as some bags of tea that you hope he’ll be willing to drink. You bundle these things together, then activate your new wrist transportalizer, and you’re off!

When you arrive, certain things hit you:
Roxy was here. She isn’t now. She smells like she had been wounded. You make a mental note to check on her.
Ioh has a new packmate. You don’t think he’s here right now. That’s a shame. You wanted to meet him.

Damian is sick. You can smell fever and it makes you want to panic. You hate fever smell.

Ioh is here of course. Your heart flutters.

There is a foreign smell.

It’s new. That soft scent that newborns carry on them, and your tail ticks curiously. 

"Ioh?" you call, and set about looking for him.
This is a scent you must know the source of.

TAVROS: yEEES, lET’S GET THIS SHIT KICKED DOWN THE STAIRS, mETAPHORICALLY

RUFIOH: or started up… l1terally speaking, s1nce we’re start1ng up and up a tree too… #also we fly

TAVROS: aLSO, wE ARE REALLY FLY, iN THE SENSE THAT WE ARE UNABASHEDLY COOL, aND INTERESTING TO ASK THINGS TO }:)

RUFIOH: we got so many stor1es! about f1ght1ng, and fa1r1es… and fall1ng… haha…

TAVROS: i WOULD VENTURE TO SAY, tHAT OUR STORIES ARE EVEN COOLER THAN YOUR TROLL ANIMES!

RUFIOH: d*amn…! you really th1nk so, my boy?

TAVROS: i KNOW SO, mY UHH„,mAN }:D

RUFIOH: bangarang!