ant is so old


Loyalty and love are strange things. Everyone has varying degrees of both, but none show the same way. For example, if you asked Kakashi if he would kill his entire clan for the sake of peace, he would refuse. Slaughter his friends, his family? Never. His loyalty towards his loved ones is resolute. He will not lower himself below trash.

On the other hand, ask his teacher, Minato. He would agree in a heartbeat, “For the sake of the village.” What people often forgot about the Yellow Flash was that beneath his gentle, affable exterior, he was cold and vicious. Flee on sight. He would not hesitate, until he reached his wife.

Kushina is fiery, with hair to match. Loud and rambunctious, she is fury and joy all wrapped up in one. She is also kind and nurturing, and loves her husband very much. She would step fearlessly into his waiting blade, her hand wiping away his tears. “It’s okay, remember that I love you.” She would continue to smile even as the light fades from her eyes, her last words spilling from her mouth. “Spare the baby.” He would listen.

Uchiha Itachi made his choice at only 13, a young prodigy hailed for his genius. He never asked for it, he wished he was normal. But he had already seen things far more terrible than most adults would ever see in their lifetime. It was too late for him to go back. And so in the dark of night, lit only by the moon, he slaughtered his family. As painlessly as he could, he took them out one by one. Mother, father, he’d already killed his beloved cousin, these others were nothing. He repeated this over and over, his soul fluttering like a dying bird each time he was splashed with a fresh wave of blood. Yet he could not bring himself to harm his brother.

“Hate me, curse me, hunt me to my death, little brother. I am a traitor, a murderous, cold-blooded killer, the worst of my kind. Forever I shall be chased, name written down on every bingo book. I hurt you, terribly, and I will continue to do so, but I can never kill you.” Not Sasuke. “I never loved you, little brother, how foolish.”

At the falls where he will plummet to his death, Shisui is calm, happy, even. He can’t see his cousin anymore; it’s probably for the better. Itachi is shaking, horror in his gaze. Scarlet tears run down Shisui’s cheeks, and he leans forward to kiss his cousin’s forehead. “Itachi, I’m sorry, but please, this is for your sake. I love you.” Goodbye.

Itachi still hears his own screams sometimes. It rings in his ears, haunting him. The image of a body disappearing into roaring waters is permanently burned into his mind. Sometimes the Sharingan hurts more than it’s worth. (And sometimes when he wakes up in cold sweat, convulsing with night terrors, Kisame is there to comfort him. Itachi is frozen, immovable, and still the shark stays, words unsure but gentle.)

When Kakashi learned the truth of what had happened that night, he threw up. He managed to keep himself together until he was able to shunshin away to a quiet spot in the forest. There, his collected façade dropped and the contents of his stomach out with it. (“Captain, hypothetically if you were given a choice between your family and your village, which would you choose?” “Hypothetically? The village, I suppose.” That was a lie. “I see.”) He should have known, he should have told the truth. He knew– heknewheknewheknewheknew– Itachi was a pacifist by nature, how much it had hurt him. He choked on putrid yellow bile and gagged.

“God, what have we done,” Kakashi gasped out. He wiped his mouth and shakily straightened his posture.

~40 something yr old killua travelling back in time to beginning of hxh would be soooooooooooooooo good lol

some guy that looks like silva but just slightly different showing up and wanting to help young gon and killua but killua totally doesnt trust him, and gon has little interest in anyone really helping him find his dad because what he really wants is the work/adventure in finding ging on his own

also this is a lot of random word barf

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People seem to forget that Gon and Killua were 13-14 of age at the time and can be considered the worst age to be at in your life and while saving the world from worst case scenario fast mutating furries you’d think people would give these kids a break about being “problematic”.


Summary: You’re petrified of spiders and your attractive RA becomes your knight in shining armor when it comes to defeating the threatening spider.

Characters: Tom Holland x Reader

Warnings: Cursing, spiders

Word Count: 855

A/N: Prompt #11 | Short one because as I’ve said I’m pretty busy this week. It was really short at first so that’s why I added the other part. I hope you guys enjoy it.

You decided to live on campus your first year because you thought it would be best to get to know the campus. However, you wished you had got an apartment off campus. You didn’t expect the dorm room to be so old. You also had ants everywhere which you weren’t so fond of because insects freaked you out. You wished you could send the ants packing and move them out, but they’re bugs, you can’t. 

The only plus of living on campus was getting to see the cute RA, Tom, who was a second year, living below you. He was in charge of the entire, but small, building. You looked forward to building meetings because you could stare at him while he spoke. It was also a plus that he was British. You loved his fluffy hair and brown eyes that radiated warm when he talked to his residents. 

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Where is the horse? Where the young warrior? Where now the gift-giver?
Where are the feast-seats? Where all the hall-joys?
Alas for the bright cup! Alas byrnied warrior!
Alas the lord’s glory! How this time hastens,
grows dark under night-helm, as it were not!

Stands now behind the dear warband
a wondrous high wall, varied with snake-shapes,
warriors forsaken by might of the ash-spears,
corpse-hungry weapons–famous that fate–
and this stone-cliff storms dash on;
snowstorm, attacking, binds all the ground,
tumult of winter, when the dark one comes,
night-shadow blackens, sends from the north
rough hailstorm in anger toward men.

All is the earth-realm laden with hardship,
fate of creation turns world under heaven.
Here goldhoard passes, here friendship passes,
here mankind passes, here kinsman passes:
all does this earth-frame turn worthless!

So said the one wise in mind, at secret conclaves sat him apart.
Good, he who keeps faith, nor too quickly his grief
from his breast makes known, except he, noble, knows how beforehand to do cure with courage.

—  The Wanderer (translated from the Old English)

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The Ant King

by reddit user wdalphin


“It’s just an ant.” I remarked calmly as I felt it crunch beneath my shoe.

“Buggy! Buggy!”

I picked my foot up and watched as the maimed and dying ant twitched and tried to run away. My son screamed at the sight of it and fled to his bedroom. I couldn’t understand why he was so afraid of insects. Especially ants. He was eight years old for Christ’s sake.

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A- age: like 19 maybe you don’t need to know
B- birthplace: st.louis Missouri when it wasn’t ghetto
C- current time: 3:45 am
D- drink you last drank: water because I’m healthy
E- easiest person to talk to: my friend @morganic127
F- favorite song: L'Chaim from fiddler on the roof
G- grossest memory: eating matzah that I bought from the store and finding out it had ants in it because it was so old
H- horror yes or no?: yes
I- in love?: yes
J- jealous of people?: fuck yea
K- killed someone?: maybe
L- love at first sight or should I walk past again?: it depends on how you’re feeling at the moment idk 
M- middle name: grace
N- number of siblings: 3 all younger than me
O- one wish?: to be at an acceptable age to fuck Daniel Avidan 
P- person you last called?: myself so I could find my phone
Q- question you’re always asked: wow are you Chinese (no bitch I’m fucking not I’m Jewish Italian leave me the fuck alone)
R- reason to smile: being Jewish and being Jewish
S- song you last sang: L'Chaim 
T- time you woke up: 2 pm 2 days ago
U- underwear color: black and baby blue don’t ask
V- vacation: London forever
W- worst habit: breathing (tbh it’s actually writers block)
X- x-rays: nah but I broke a rib once and I didn’t go to the doctor so I think it mended idk I feel normal
Y- your favourite food: not pig or shellfish probably matzah or spaghetti idk
Z- zodiac sign: Aries

I tag @batbishopblackinc , @morganic127 , and @spontaneous-lizard so fuck you guys

Why yes, Marvel Studios, I do have a question I’d like to ask about Ant-Man...

Will Hank Pym’s abusive behavior be addressed in the movie, and does that have anything to do with the absence of Janet van Dyne? If so, was it intimidating to tackle such a mature topic in a genre that most people still think is “just for kids” or were you excited by the challenge and the opportunity to address something so important?

i. The wallpaper comes alive at night, comforts the cold brickwork, crawls across my vision like a thousand ants.
And so in silent slumber we spoil, like old food, and waste away.
The piano cannot speak for us.
All our chords are cut, veins and sinews torn and useless, those slack vines inside me.
Carry me through the cold.

ii. There is an army lost in the trenches.
We are all collateral damage, living a life of shell-shock, remnants of a forgotten war.
Weighed down with worry, and the wasteful wonder of desire.

And so, these dark and desperate dreams.
I am crawling. I crave your voice, your vision, your calm, your courage.

iii. Think a life of whisky whispers.
Think the soundtrack of your breath.

iv. The mould grows around the window. The wild life is calling, only to be ignored.
Don’t cut your skin like dirty pages, hold me carefully, don’t fall.
The taste of need sickens me.
And I’m sorry.

v. The sky is clear, the clouds have passed into memory. Don’t get impaled on my bad dreams.
The silver light is lost in your eyes, and fades to black.
The moon is for you, little wolf, take the night sky back.

—  giraffevader - Scissors, with running