shio-dih  asked:

31 MadaTobi. (why they're all so madatobi)

[Because MadaTobi are unrepentantly ruthless and sneak into everywhere.]

For this prompt list > 31. “Where’s your God now?”   Have a drabble from the future of Following Dreams. You may thank @insanescriptist​‘s great review for the inspiration.

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“Sorry to intrude on your office hours, Professor Senju, but do you have some time for questions?”

Kawarama slams his thumb down on the pause button on his portable game system, grin already growing on his face as he looks up to see Sunshine’s dad standing in the entrance to Tobirama’s office. Mad'ra gives him a flat look from the other end of the couch, tapping a finger impatiently on his own game system, but Kawarama holds up a hand, eyes riveted on Tobes’ face as his brother stills at his desk, pen poised over a pile of papers as red eyes flicker towards the door.

The way Tobirama closes his eyes and breathes in slowly after noticing the runes marking Minato’s dress shirt as an OSIB uniform is priceless.

“Director Namikaze, can I help you?” Tobirama asks, voice a bit flat.

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im just waiting for the day hoseok releases his mixtape and single handedly slays my entire existence

Imagine helping Donatello with his inventions. Whether it was a large contribution or a smaller one, he would make sure that your efforts were recognized and known by the rest of the team, and that you were aware of how proud he was of you for your work.


veins on my maps and roads on my wrists 

i can see my smile in his eyes 

wind in my lungs and breath in the air 

do you want to run away into tomorrow, today? 

i’ll scatter dandelion fluff and wander the miles 

allotted to me with your name in my heart 

-rachel | @whatrachelwrote

                                                       Salvation Verse: Preview

Born in the quaint town of Deliverance, Texas, Jared and Jensen were raised to be good little Christian boys: attend church on Sunday, pray at the dinner table, and spread the scriptures and gospel whenever they could. But all of that changes when Jared moves away and returns years later only for there to be something quite different about him–something that Jensen cannot explain but finds himself pulled in by. Raised to believe that homosexuality was a sin and that they would not be delivered into the Kingdom of Heaven for it, both boys find themselves in a war between who they are meant to be and what their church tells them to be. Together, the boys will experience heartbreak, homophobia, and the pain of being shunned by their community–but in the end, will they find their ultimate salvation… with each other?

emilybuttrickards  asked:

how did Oliver and Felicity find out about Terry being the bat? :)

The first time Jon brought Terry home for dinner, and Oliver and Felicity heard the words, “Yeah, I’ve been working as Mr. Wayne’s assistant,” they both instantly leaped to the conclusion that this kid was a vigilante in training, the latest in Wayne’s collection. Jonny met him through martial arts tournaments, after all. They knew what had become of Wayne’s previous proteges, and for Terry’s sake they hoped they were wrong.

For a little while, it seemed they might be. Four years went by, and Terry kept going home to Gotham for the summers. No Bat ever appeared.

“Bruce is really super old,” Felicity pointed out hopefully. “Maybe he’s done with all that. Maybe he really does just need an assistant.”

“He’s not the kind of man who knows how to retire,” was all Oliver replied.

In May of 2039, approximately six seconds after Terry took off his cap and gown, the Batman was spotted in Gotham, crashing a motorcycle into the side of a pharmaceutical company’s headquarters.

So there was that question answered. 

in whispers and moonlight

At night she traces lines in his skin, fingertips moving gently across the dips and valleys of his battle scars. Her fingers make constellations from his freckles. Orion and his mighty club. Cassiopeia and her throne.

His skin erupts into goose bumps so she follows those too, with her nails and with her tongue, smoothing a trail from hip to neck. Shoulder to shoulder. Top lip to bottom.

Her hips align with his like they were…

“Made for each other”, he whispers into her skin and she whimpers in the moonlight.

How can one person fit her so perfectly?  

And more importantly, how is it possible that she went without this, without him, for so long?

Bodies collide in darkness, skin against skin, heated breaths mixed between open lips and closed eyes.

She feels him everywhere. In her bones, so deep in her marrow that the idea that someday she might not have him is unfathomable. In her head, her mind dreaming of the possibility that someday they might get a future together.

In her heart.

Her heart is so full of him that it feels like it might burst out of her chest at any moment. It races when he’s near but even more when he’s away.

Want. Longing. Fear.

These feelings swirl around inside of her like a hurricane, unable to calm until he’s pressed against her, inside of her, surrounding her.

The King to her Queen.

The Calm to her Storm.

Maybe even the Right to her Wrong.

Whatever it is, whatever she feels for him cannot be expressed in words. It can only be felt on the same level as religion or God. It’s just there. Under the surface, ebbing and flowing like ocean waves that threaten to drown her.

But god, does she wish to drown.

She draws her constellations, feels his skin prickle under her fingertips, feels the shaky breath he lets out as he presses a gentle kiss against her lips.

And she smiles.

Because this is what life is all about. Want and longing and fear.

And love.

Imagine that when you’re having a really bad day, Michelangelo is always there as the cheering up crew! Whatever it takes - movie marathons, non-stop gaming, pizza parties - Mikey will do everything within his power to cheer you and get you smiling again. Even, if it means pranking his brothers! Dr. Prankenstein is in the house!

take me away from the now

take me away from the now and the then and

kiss me into the stars

(so many extraterrestrial sparks in eternal careful dance). 

you must be a generator, you make me feel electric and

you turn on all the lights inside my head. 

it’s true i’ve scraped my knees on the roads we’ve traveled 

and broke some nails on the walls we’ve scaled 

but someday the lightless tunnel will be the aisle 

-rachel | @whatrachelwrote

Hey followers of mine:

I organized all my fics that are specifically about the magnificent and kickass ladies of TMNT on AO3, and just wanted to encourage you all to go check them out.

Only the first two are currently connected in terms of AU-verses, but they’re all really awesome in my opinion. Definitely worth the read.

Please go check them out! Show these ladies the love they don’t get in canon! We all know they deserve some, at least from the fandom!

Originally posted by lookhuman