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5x22 Drabble

Okay so I don’t normally do this, but this has been flooding my brain since I read the 5x22 synopsis. This is my take on what should happen in 5x22 during the party. I really hope you like it xxx

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After catching Chase Oliver seemed a bit more relaxed, in his own Oliver kind of way, but she figured that after all the terrible things they all had suffered this past year, having something cheerful and positive to celebrate was just what they needed as a team. Oliver’s birthday seemed to be the perfect excuse and if she was really honest with herself she also wanted to do something special for him.

Turns out that arranging a surprise party for someone whose second name could have been Sherlock proved to be trickier than she initially figured. Since she and Oliver were in a much better place with their relationship, him looking over her shoulder happened more frequently, which made planning everything with him in the room almost impossible. Luckily with the help of some very bad people, being on the loose thanks to Chase, and Curtis next to her to help out whenever they were in the field, the party was arranged in no time and all she could hope for was that until they yell “surprise” he wouldn’t figure out what was going on.

The plan was in motion. Thea was in charge of setting up the decorations, Curtis was on ‘cake-pick-up’ duty and everyone else was helping to get all the final touches in place. All that was needed was the birthday boy and she hoped that her cryptic text wasn’t going to blow up in her face.

The tracker on his phone notified her he was heading their way. They put off the lights and kept quiet, listening to his footsteps as he headed for the front door. He opened the door stepping inside and just when they were ready with their “surprise” he spotted Curtis in the corner of his eye and put him down on the floor ready to punch the hell out of him.

He looked up at everyone standing around him and that’s when he saw the banner ‘Happy Birthday Oliver. He let Curtis go and she could swear she saw a bit of a blush on his cheeks when Quentin not so subtly made known that he told them a surprise party was a bad idea.

Everyone laughed it off and in a moment everything was forgotten and all anyone could concentrate on was the food and champagne.

Laughter and smiles was something they didn’t often get to see with this specific group of people. The change in pace was welcome as she looked around the room inspecting the people that have become her family, some old and some new, but they were her real family none the less.

She missed the face she really wanted to see in the room, but then she spotted him. He was standing out on the balcony. She always thought of the balcony as ‘their spot’. Even when they were not together she went out there alone or to meet Oliver when he conveniently ‘forgot’ the loft had a front door.

Familiar butterflies formed in her stomach the closer she got to the balcony. He was leaning over the railing, looking over the twinkling lights of the city. The memories of a simpler time flooded her mind, but things were different now. So much had happened between them.

“I’ve been looking for you.” she said stepping outside, but he kept his eyes fixed on the view in front of him. The corner of his mouth twitched up, giving a small smile at the sound of her voice.

“Yeah, I’m sorry, I just…I needed some air.” he answered, his voice low.

She stopped next to him, placing her hands on the railing. She looked out in front of him admiring the view, but trying to get her breathing under control. Ever since they got trapped in the bunker something shifted between them. Things between them were lighter, easy again like it was before and even though it was hard to fight their attraction since their little ‘slip up’, it was even harder to fight the sexual tension now.

“Was it too much too soon? I’m sorry I didn’t even think that it might have been too overwhelm…”

“No…it’s perfect.” he cut her off, looking at her for the first time since they were alone. The heat of his hand linked with hers immediately filled her whole body and she had to fight the urge to kiss him right then. “Thank you for this. I…this was so thoughtful and I lo…I really appreciate it.” he added as he looked at her, swallowing thickly for what she can only assume was almost a slip of the tongue. He didn’t keep her gaze for long when he turned and looked back over the city, but his hand remained linked to hers.

“So what’s up then? Is there something wrong?” she asked cautiously. She didn’t want to risk pushing him into telling her something that might push them back to a place where they were distant again.

“For almost a decade I either didn’t know when my birthday was or it just didn’t feel like celebrating, with the exception of course when we were on the road trip and you went out of your way with the sparkles and ice cream….” he chuckled shaking his head.

“Yeah, that was an interesting experience.” she laughed too, blush forming on her cheeks as she thought back to their time away.

“But even then…let’s just say that to me celebrating my birthday was celebrating my life and looking back at my life there was just nothing worth celebrating…I wasn’t worth celebrating.”

“Oliver…” she started, placing her hand on his arm, looking at him, getting herself ready for another pep talk, but he didn’t give her a chance.

“For ten years Felicity I have looked at myself in the mirror. I have looked at the man I am and every time I look at myself every scar, everything that I’ve done is reflected back at me in that mirror and that was a reflection of someone who didn’t deserve a birthday cake or candles or a song, it was the reflection of a damaged, broken man.”

He looked sad, but there was something different in the way he looked at her right now.

“I was so convinced after all these years that I wasn’t worthy and you were right, I kept on hanging on to the past, I kept on reverting back to who I was because I thought that I had to live up to my father’s legacy, I had to right his wrongs, but after everything that happened with my father recently, I realised you were right again…”

“Shocker.” she teased lightly bumping him with her shoulder and the sadness in his eyes changed into something lighter.

“I know I made mistakes, but I know that I can’t continue to hold on to a legacy that’s not mine. I have to be my own man and create a life where I can leave a legacy for William….and hopefully more children to come.”

“I promised you that I would never lie to you again and I know that right now might not be the right time to say anything, but I can’t keep this from you any longer. I’ve made mistakes Felicity and I can’t promise you that I will never make mistakes again, but I’m trying every day to make a choice to be me, to discover who I am….and who I want to be. Felicity I love you and that’s never changed. I tried moving on, I tried seeing where other paths would lead me but every path I’ve taken has led me right back to you.”

She sucked in a breath hearing the words. Her heart swelled with so much love and emotion she had for this man standing in front of her.

“I told you before that the way you make me feel is the best part of my life, Felicity and I meant it then and I mean it now. I don’t know where you are right now where we are concerned and I need you to know that me saying this is in no way pressuring you to act on it, but if I’m going to be honest with myself and honest with you I can’t keep running circles around my feelings for you….”

She leaned up and pressed her lips against his, swallowing whatever words were supposed to come next. It was gentle at first, but after almost a year of ignoring what was between them, he responded immediately and he deepened the kiss. His tongue begging for entrance and she opened up for him in an instant. She draped her arms around his neck and in kind he pulled her closer to him wrapping his arms around her waist. Their closeness and tasting each other after so long just fuelled the fire that’s been simmering inside of them, but she knew they were not alone and even though she would love nothing more than to get lost in each other right now, they had to stop.

She slowed the kiss, and he understood exactly where she was going. He pecked her lips a few times and ended with their lips lingering, breathing the same air as they tried to find their footing back to reality.

“I love you too.” she whispered, looking up into his eyes opening slowly after hearing the words.

Curtis was right. Even after everything they’ve gone through one thing hasn’t changed and that was the way that he looked at her. His eyes were flooded with so much love and even though she knew there were going to be challenges in their future, she wanted him to look at her like that for the rest of her life.

“What do you say you get these people out of here then, so I can ravage you.” he said with a smirk on his face.

She immediately left their cocoon and stepped inside the loft.

“Okay everyone!” she announced, “thank you for coming, but this party is over.”

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firecoloredwater  asked:

Hey Aunt Scripty! So in the world I'm building, one of the cultures has for assorted historical reasons decided that healing/medicine is The Most Important Thing. As a result, all powerful people are involved in medicine in some way (that way may be "I was really good at it as a princess but am now somewhat busy with being a queen" but usually at least former involvement), and anyone with a career in medicine has relatively high status and cultural power. (1/2)

So my question is, what sort of impact would that have on the culture?  What priorities do healthcare workers have that just don’t have the cultural power to be made reality (but presumably would if healthcare and power was basically synonymous)?  I should admit that this world does have magic, but I think that would impact the details of procedures and not so much what’s a priority.  (Or: dear Aunt Scripty, if you ruled the world, what would you do?) (2/2)

Hey there! This is probably one of my favorite questions I’ve ever received on this blog, and it’s a goddamned travesty that I haven’t answered it already. Hop to, Scriptificus!

This, like almost everything, is a double-edged sword. I think there are a few good things about this society: for one, science would be emphasized (assuming they’ve discovered that evidence based treatments are the right path to follow). I think it would lend itself to a very analyticas lsocial structure, and the question “what’s your evidence base for that?” migt get asked a LOT.

However, there’s a real downside to letting doctors run things, which is: doctors can be elitist pricks, especially when given social standing beyond what they’ve earned. This was a huge element in the 1950s thru 1970s, and only really started to turn around relatively recently. Medicine in THIS verse has found its humility, at least a little bit, but in a society where the power of life and death is conflated with political power over society…? This has the potential to go off the rails.

I think what I really want to know about your culture is, who is praised, exactly? Are nurses as exalted as doctors? What about pharmacists? What about nursing aids, or occupational therapists, or X-ray techs? What about midwives–or have doctors abolished them altogether?  Are hospital janitors praised for their contributions, or are they forgotten as the wheels that make the machine turn?

(Just so we’re clear, I think hospitals and medicine in general would fall the fuck apart without allied health professionals and environmental services workers, and kitchen staff and nutritionists, and the ones who  fill the oxygen tanks. These are the heroes of medicine: the ones who make it possible for clinical staff to do their thing.)

I think a medicocracy would make a neat society to consider. Consider both sides, though. Here are some questions I would ask in building your world?

  • Which is more in their interest: the public good by positive measures (nudges, public health initiatives)? Or the public good by experimentation (Tuskegee type experiments)?

  • Has this society embraced the notion of informed consent, or have they adopted another approach (especially for the non-medical ones in society): “Oh, you won’t understand it, so I’ll just do it and you’ll get better”?

  • Who gets to decide when doctors give up on a patient? How have they approached the rationing problem? Do they try to give everyone everything (US model) or do they decide who gets what treatments because they’re Doctors™ ? How does that mindset apply to everyday life?

  • What has been outlawed in the name of public health? Can people still choose to smoke, or is tobacco regulated like cocaine? What about alcohol? Is exercise mandatory? Are body weights mandated “for your own good”? How far does the push  for public benefit get?

  • Are doctors considered fallible by others? What about by doctors themselves?

  • Is your character on the inside of the medicocracy, or the outside? Have they been trained to “keep the faith”, as it were, or to fight the power?

I think if you want more help considering other angles and other questions, @script-a-world​ is probably the blog you want.

Thanks for the absolutely great ask!

xoxo, Aunt Scripty

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The Truths of Life

by Venerable Yen Pei

What is life exactly? Religious teachers and philosophers of both the past and present have offered diverse explanations about life. What is the Buddhist perspective of life?

1. Life is suffering. From birth to death, isn’t all that we experience ultimately of the nature of suffering, in the final analysis? It is only with self-awareness that “life is suffering” that we can have right, penetrating understanding of life.

2. Life is impermanent. From birth to death, we undergo constant changes every instant along with the metabolic processes in the body, thus advancing steadily towards the end of death. It is only with self-awareness that “life is impermanent” that we will be constantly vigilant, treasure this precious human life and live earnestly.

3. Life is illusory. When we probe in-depth into life, we discover that life is causally arisen, without any substantiality of its own,. It is only with self-awareness that “life is illusory” that we could live fearlessly without misgivings, as we sacrifice self-interests for the benefit of others.

This human form is rare and hard to come by. One must not live this human life in vain or let it degenerate. Moreover, one must make life sublime, by following the flawless life-outlook of the Middle Path and purifying this imperfect life that is rooted in craving, so as to accomplish the perfect, enlightened life that is based upon right wisdom. Only then can one imbue this human life with great, noble value.

Being With What Is

‘At any moment, whatever we are experiencing, only one of two things is ever happening: either we are being with what is, or else we are resisting what is. Being with what is means letting ourselves have and feel our experience, just as it is right now. When we choose to be actively present with what is, we radiate a powerful energy that is most compelling. This is where genuine creativity, health, and communication, as well as spiritual power, arise from.

Yet oddly enough, we rarely let ourselves simply have our experience. We are usually resisting it instead - trying to manipulate it and make it something other than it is. As children, we first learned to resist our experience as a way of coping with what seemed like overwhelming influences in the world around us. Because we were so open and sensitive to begin with, we learned to shut down, and turn away from what we were feeling, as a way to avoid feeling pain. Yet we contract ourselves against the painful aspects of our experience, we actually stop being…

Whenever we resist what is, we become tense and contracted, we’re not much fun to be around. In fact, even we don’t enjoy being around ourselves. No wonder we check out and wander off into distractions - seeking entertainment, driving ourselves to achieve, resorting to drugs and alcohol, desperately striving to be some other way than we are, living fantasies of future happiness. All these forms of distraction are ways of trying to fill up the void that is left when we don’t let ourselves be.

So the first step on any path of personal or spiritual development is to become aware of how we contract and turn away from our experience. Spiritual practice involves both becoming aware of this resistance and discovering that it is all right to open ourselves to life, that we can handle it, and that we will grow and expand by doing so.’

- John Welwood, Ordinary Magic, Everyday Life as Spiritual Practice.

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Originally posted by garotaa-caos

Pairing: Tate Langdon x reader
Fandom: American Horror Story
Warnings: Death! Mentions of death, angst
Summary: Moving out of the murder house? It was the last thing you wanted to do. You had grown close to Tate, very close and you knew he couldn’t go with you. He couldn’t leave this house. You should have known he’d react badly to the news too bad you realized all this too late

Your entire room was almost all packed up. You wiped a tear from your eyes as you placed your remaining possessions into a box. It wasn’t fair. You didn’t want to leave. This is where Tate was. You’d never see him again after you moved. He had become a big part of your life. Could you really just move on after all this? You seriously doubted it.

You picked up a box and were about to bring it downstairs when to you discovered Tate standing in the doorway, blocking your path. He startled you so much you dropped the box on to the floor.

“Oh Tate hey” you said in a small voice. You couldn’t help but feel a little uneasy. He had a rather dark look on his face. You immediately knew something wasn’t right.

“Tate?” You said slowly. He didn’t reply instead he took a step forward. This caused you to back up a bit. Look you trusted Tate but you couldn’t help but feel trapped, like you had no where to go, no where to run.
“Tate?” You repeated, your voice shaking this time.

“I need to ask you a question” Tate finally said in a low voice “and you have to be honest with me. Okay?”.
You nodded.
Tate took a deep breath “[Y/N] would you do anything to stay here? Anything to stay here with me?”.

“Of course” you said placing your hands on his cheeks. You rubbed his soft cold skin with your thumbs.

Tears suddenly started to appear in Tate’s eyes.
“I’m sorry” the boy whispered.

“Sorry for what…” you began but before you could even manage to finish your sentence Tate had his hands wrapped around your throat, and he began to squeeze.

You gasped desperately for air but none filled your lungs. You tried pushing Tate away but you didn’t have the strength and he was just too strong. You felt your eyes pop out of your skull. Tate continued to cry as he squeezed the life out of you.

You wanted to ask him why, why was he doing this to you but you weren’t able to do so before darkness took over and… you were dead.
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You woke up laying on the couch. It seemed like you had just fallen asleep. Had that whole thing been a dream? A horrible scenario made up by your mind?

You turned to see Tate standing in the corner, just staring at you. You jumped a bit remembering hands around your neck.

“Oh Tate… I had the most… terrifying dream” you said running a hand through your messy hair.

A sad look crossed Tate’s face and he looked down at his feet as if unable to look at you. Something by the look on his face made you rethink your entire conclusion. No. He couldn’t of actually…

Tears formed in your eyes.
“Tate you didn’t. You didn’t!”.

Tate looked up, eyes red.
“I’m sorry”.

You jumped to your feet, charged toward him, and punched him in the chest. He didn’t even flinch but you were so angry that you just had to hit something.
“How could you!” You yelled “I trusted you Tate! I loved you!”.
You shook as tears rolled down off your cheeks and on to the floor.

“I love you” Tate said placing his hands on your shoulders trying to calm you down but you weren’t having it.
“I didn’t want you to leave”.

“You killed me! You don’t hurt the people you care about” you said shaking your head “because of you I can’t leave this place”.

“But that’s what you wanted remember? To stay” Tate reminded.

“What about my parents Tate? They’re not going to believe any of this”.

“I hid the body” Tate explained “they’ll think you ran away if you just hide from them until they move out. You’re almost eighteen anyway [Y/N] you would have moved out right? Now you can stay here forever. Stay with me forever”.

You looked away, not replying to any of this. It was hard to process. You were aware of the existence of ghosts sure but you just never thought you’d be one so soon, so young.

Tate frowned, tears pouring from his eyes yet again.
“You hate me?”.

“No” you muttered “I just… it’s going to take me a little while to forgive you but… I think I can”.

A faint smile formed on Tate’s face. He figured that was better then you not wanting to talk to him ever again.

“I’ll go get you a drink of water” Tate offered.

“But we’re dead. We don’t need water do we?” You said letting out a half hearted laugh.

“Yeah but maybe it’ll help you calm down” Tate shrugged walking out the room.

You slumped down on the couch. You still hadn’t completely registered all this. You thought death would hurt more, feel worse but if you were being honest you felt nothing. You had thought you were just waking up because that’s all it was. Waking up into the after life.

“He got you too?”.

You looked up to see a man with raven black hair and thick eyebrows standing before you.
“Erm who are you?” You asked.

“Chad” the man informed smirking “welcome to the family or whatever the hell this is”.

Dear April,

I honestly don’t have much to say aside from the fact that I have a lot of hope in my heart. There’s much uncertainty ahead of me and many doubts swirling in my head, but here’s me dreaming that hope will win in the end. That despite my fears and anxieties, I will find my way. I will discover where my path leads me. But I know that life comes with many paths, so I suppose, instead, I will learn how to choose wisely which path to travel on. I have hope and heart that I will be brave and wise. That you will lend a hand somehow. Life is too short to not take chances, right? Well, here’s me hoping that the chances I took were worth it. Here’s me hoping that certain doors will open and become new meaningful chapters of my life. Here’s me hoping that I continue finding the strength to trudge on, no matter what I encounter. No matter what life throws at me.

Ashi and Jack: Yin and Yang

Ashi and Jack: Yin and Yang
Ever since the show came out in 2001, “Samurai Jack” captivated the minds of kids and adults for over fifteen year and has to be one of the greatest cartoons of all time. With the fifth and final season now at the halfway mark since its 2017 release, people are more hyped than ever about the show and how it will finally end properly after its premature and rather anticlimactic ending in 2004. The most talked about and most heated debate surrounding the show has to be over the relationship between Jack and a brand new character to the show, Ashi; the surviving member of The Daughters of Aku and his newest ally. Ever since she appeared in episode one, fans from all over have been asking questions like “what purpose she has to the show?” and “will she be important to Jack’s quest” But the biggest question is “what is her true relationship with Jack? Platonic, romantic or father/daughter?” From what I can see from the show and her interactions with Jack, she plays a major role in the show and to Jack himself. If anything, Ashi and Jack perfectly correspond to the ancient chinese philosophy of Yin and Yang. I notices this after watching the first episode and left brief comments for this perspective on YouTube and Tumblr with multiple fans agreeing with me. Now with six episodes out, more evidence has been given to support this claim and I will list them below.
Upbringing and Childhood
When we first see Jack in episode one of season one, he’s a happy child who has two loving parents and grew up peacefully as a prince. His life takes a turn when home was destroyed by the shapeshifting demon; Aku, and was separated from his family and travels the world in order to protect him and to make him strong enough to fight Aku when the time comes. As he travels the world and begins his training, he is still allowed to a child and experience many types of people, lands and philosophies while also developing close friendships. These experiences make Jack into a well rounded, responsibly mature young man of knowledge and wisdom. When we first see Ashi in episode 1 of season five, it’s the exact opposite. She and her six twin sisters were thrown into rigorous and painful training to kill Jack shortly after birth by a mentally and physically abusive mother; The High Priestess of the all female cult of Aku, who feels no love for Ashi or her sisters. She also never allows the sisters to show any love for each other and would even tell them to leave the other behind if they’re too weak stating “The weak have no place with Aku.” Ashi was never allowed to be the curious child she was and was punished if she strayed for a moment from her mission. She was raised all her life in a deep dark cave and was never allowed to go outside until her adulthood which made her ignorant to how the world really works and only knew what her mother allowed her to; which were mostly lies. This made Ashi and her sisters immature to everything but how to kill. Even though she and The Daughters of Aku were capable fighters and were able to overpower Jack in their first battle, their inexperience to the real world and their immaturity was their ultimate downfall because the more experienced Jack was able defeat them all and to kill six of the sisters leaving only Ashi alive. Jack’s maturity gave him an edge over them. . Ashi and Jack’s opposing and yet mirroring childhoods and experiences are aligned perfectly to Yin’s darkness and Yang’s brightness. Yin and Yang even translate to “Dark- Light.” Ashi was raised in darkness while Jack was raised in light.
Colors and Gender
As we can tell. Ashi and Jack look very different from each other in gender and body types. Yet they are still able to match one another in their same asian heritage and their monochromatic colorings. Ashi is female and mostly wears a black body suit throughout the show while Jack is male and mostly wear a white gi throughout most of the series. In the Yin and Yang philosophy, Yin is black and corresponds to female while Yang is white and corresponds to male. Though Yin and Yang look very different, they still look like they belong together in the same world. The same can be said for Ashi and Jack.
Personalities and Characteristics
By watching how Ashi and Jack interact with each other, it’s quite clear they have opposing and yet complementary personalities between the two. With Jack being the polite, humble and quiet man of peace that he is; Ashi tends to be the more outspoken, smart mouthed type who doesn’t think twice about throwing the first punch when provoked. Even though they have contradicting personalities that can push each other to their limits or even apart at times, they also have characteristics that are similar to each other and that pulls them close together such as their kind hearted wants to protect the innocent and their love and appreciation for life and the beauty it holds. They also have the same drive to do the right thing but just handle it in their own ways. No matter how opposing they are from each other, they still carry the same mutual respect for each other the way Yin and Yang have for the other. Even though Yin and Yang can at times be at odds, they’re still interconnected to each other. As the symbol of Yin and Yang shows, Yin is the dark piece that has a white circle inside of it while Yang is the white piece that has a black circle inside of it. The visual representation shows each side is equal and yet opposite of the other and how one side never tries to dominate the other but instead work together for balance. The same can be said for Ashi and Jack. Ashi has spent her entire life in darkness and was subjected to the cold nature of life. And yet she holds enough positive thinking to be drawn to life outside of her dark world just like Yin. Jack; on the other hand, was brought up in a more  and positive aspect of life. But over the fifty years of wandering without aging and seeing Aku’s devastating affect on the world, Jack has lost some of his hope and his heart is gripped by his dark thoughts, further implying his connection with Yang. Ashi is dark but has a little light inside while Jack is light but has a little darkness inside of him.
Teamwork and Friendship
As mentioned before, Ashi and Jack have opposing personalities, but this doesn’t stop them from getting along. If anything, their differences help each other in difficult situations and also push to where they need to be. In real life, the world has a way of keeping itself balanced and in order. The same goes with humans. We all have those people in our lives who keep us balanced and in check because they have certain aspects we ourselves don’t possess. Yin and Yang are all about balance and duality with the opposing elements.Both sides drive to create harmony with the other and to guide each other down the right path. Both even manage to discover some aspect of themselves they didn’t existed until they experience the other. When Jack told Ashi about how everything she knew was a lie, she wanted him to show her the truth. During this course of showing her the truth, Ashi discovered she is a caring person and has a good heart when she let her hate go and allowed Jack’s words to sink in. Jack guided Ashi away from her darkness. Jack, on the other hand, lost the last bit of hope he had left when he believed he failed to save a group of children who were being controlled by a sadistic villain. He believed they were dead and this forced him to go away without leaving Ashi a clue of where he was going. He plunged deeper into darkness and couldn’t get out on his own and was about to end his life. Luckily, Ashi went looking for him and learned about all the good Jack has done for others. Ashi now knows the whole truth about Jack and has become a fully matured and rational individual because of the hope he gave her. In return, she uses that same hope when she finds him to restore Jack’s hope and purpose to find his magic sword and end Aku once and for all. She reminds Jack of who he really is and this saved him from suicide. Because they never knew each other in the past, they were lost souls who were incomplete alone. Together now, they have overcome physical and spiritual obstacles due to their influences on one another. Ashi is mature and is full of hope because of Jack and Jack has restored his drive to continue his quest and has regained his hope because of Ashi. They bring out the best in each other and are now unified in the same purpose to bring order back into the world the way Yin and Yang work as one to bring unity.
For the first time in the whole series, Jack has found an ally, partner and friend in Ashi who will stay by his side until the the very end. These two have brought a new element into the series we haven’t seen yet; duality. For the past four seasons, Jack has done everything alone and had brief alliances. But now that Ashi has come into his life, he no longer has to be alone in his journey. He can now share his hard quest with a true equal who is willing to live and die by his side. No matter how you might see their relationship, these two will forever be linked together and can never be separated. Ashi and Jack are truly Yin and Yang.

otaxus  asked:

OHOhO,, HOW ABOUT MC BEING PREGNANT WITHHH TWINS. :"0 if you done something like this then how about mc having an identical twin,,, how would the rfa members+v+saeran react ayyy. TY And I love your hC

Omg, this is so great!Pregnant with twins, the ideas are popping in my head! Thank you for your support.
This is such a cute one!
They know MC is pregnant!
Thank you for your request! I HOPE YOU LIKE IT

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Yoosung

  • He was so happy about this pregnancy, a room for the baby, it’s already decorated with neutral colors, so like that they’ll be prepared for it!
  • But then you discovered that you’re pregnant with twins!
  • You’re so excited to tell to Yoosung when he comes back from work you call him
  • “Do you need something love?” He said already desperately, he take a good care of you right now, you are the most precious thing right now
  • A precious thing that is carrying another precious thing, one baby, his child
  • But he doesn’t know that is not one baby that you’re carrying, it’s two babies
  • When you tell him, he’s paralyzed, looks like a statue, you’re so worried about it that you put one hand on his shoulder “…Yoosung?”
  • He looks at you, and without even thinking he hugs you so tightly and starts to cry on your shoulder
  • “You surprise me every time..” He says crying on your shoulder, and then he gets on his knees and put his hand on your belly 
  • “ I’ll give you guys all my love…” He smiles and looks at you 
  • “But we will have to decorate the room again” You two laugh, he’s right, but it’s worth it

Zen

  • You discover it yesterday, but he was really tired because of the rehearsal that you decided to wait
  • In the next day, you two were on the couch, he was with his head on your lap, saying a lot of things, about his roles, about this house ( he was seeing some house for you two move in with your kid)
  • Then he looks at you and smiles ( that smile, that one that kills angels) 
  • “I’ll take really good care of this little one princess, just see!This child will be so handsome that I got to keep one eye on this kid!”
  • You laugh, “You don’t say “this little one” when it’s two”
  • He immediately gets up 
  • “What you mean…Two?”
  • “It’s twins.” He stays still, without not even an expression on his face.
  • “This means…That’ll be two beautiful creatures that will born?”
  • You nod, he pulls you from the couch and hugs you kiss your neck while you’re laughing and after that, he looks into your eye
  • “My queen it’s holding my princes or princess, or the two,I’M SO EXCITED!”

Jumin

  • You’re home, nobody is there,
  • except Elizabeth
  • You called Jumin telling him that you wanted to have a nice dinner with him, he said that he’ll cancel all the meetings for this dinner.
  • Sorry Jaehee, but this time is important
  • You have requested a cake to the chef and in the cake, you want to write “To a new household, with me, my husband, Elizabeth, and our twins!”
  • When he are home, you hugged him and he kisses you passionately “Hello love.”
  • You greet him again, and then you pick his hand and drag him to the table “You want a wine?”
  • You laugh and sit “Wine don’t go well with sweet things, especially a cake.”
  • He froze, he’s scared, did he forget your birthday? It can’t be “…You know I don’t like sweets” He says sitting down, slowly
  • “You’ll like this cake” you smile and then they bring the cake and reveal it to him
  • He looks at it, making some time to read, and then he looks at you and the cake, you, cake, you cake
  • Looks like he doesn’t believe it and then he gives you a big smile, you don’t even think that Jumin could smile like this!
  • He gets up and walks to you and kiss you “There goes my idea of doing a brother or sister to our child” You two laugh and he kisses you again
  • “Thank you, for everything.”

707

  • He’s excited about that baby
  • He has already bought those cringe the shirts AND HE CAN’T WAIT TO MAKE DAD JOKES
  • It’s going to be so funny!
  • But then you ruined his plans when you discovered that were twins, you walked to him while he was typing something “Hey…Saeyoung”
  • He looks at you after he discovered you’re pregnant, he always gives his attention to you, don’t matter what he’s doing
  • “I’m pregnant..”
  • He laughs “I know MC”
  • “With twins”
  • He gasps, almost choking on his chips and then he looks at you again
  • “Are you serious?” You nod, he looks serious 
  • “I will have to replace those shirts now!”
  •  He says angrily, you just laugh and then he laughs too, getting up and hugging you
  • “You know what they say…Prepare for trouble..” He looks at you waiting for you to finish
  • “And make it double”
  • He smiles at you, a large smile reaches his ears
  • “Oh god…You bless me with  3 angels…I don’t even deserve that!” He kisses you “I love you…And i already love them!”

V

  • He’s feeling so blessed by this, something in his life was going on the right path for the first time!
  • When you discovered, you’re already smiling thinking about the face he’ll make
  • When you’re there, you stand still in his front while he was sitting on the couch “V..I have something about the pregnancy”
  • He stood up, looking worried “What…? What happened?”
  • He was already thinking of the worst, he never has luck in his life…This is usual
  • “It’s twins!”
  • “What?“ 
  • It’s the only thing he can say before start to cry so much that you got worried
  • "V…Are you alright—”
  • He hugs you really tightly, but after that, he got on his knees and looks up
  • “Thank you for this blessing!Thank you for bringing this woman in my life!”
  • He stood up and kisses you, and then he looks at you, with a large smile on his face, still crying
  • “I don’t have any words right now…Thank you for letting me enter your heart”

Saeran

  • Here we go
  • He was worried about “not being a good father” but now he passes that phase
  • Now he’s the super protective Saeran, he think everything could make you lose his reason to smile
  • So he’s very careful about everything, he doesn’t even let you cut something for food, he doesn’t even let you make food
  • You’re scared, about how much protective he’ll become
  • But you’ll tell him anyway when you told him he kept his eyes on you without any expression
  • “Are you serious?Twins?Like me and Saeyoung?”
  • You nod and he falls on his knee
  • “Saeran?” You run to him, and he looks at you with tears in his eyes
  • “Mc..I don’t deserve this…I’ve done so bad things…I…” He looks down and after that, he gets up 
  • “No…Stop this Saeran…You’ll be a good father, for our twins…” You smiled and he kisses your cheek smiling
  • He looks really happy “I love you so much Mc…”
  • “What?”
  • “I say that we will need more room…”
  • You laugh, “I love you too Saeran”
  • He gives you a genuine smile and kisses you again, this time on the lips.
MBTI as "I want"
  • Ni: "I want to wonder and reflect"
  • Ne: "I want to explore and live a life unlike anyone else"
  • Si: "I want to stay on the right path and be stable"
  • Se: "I want to experience and create"
  • Fi: "I want to be myself and be my own guide"
  • Fe: "I want to help others and live in peace"
  • Ti: "I want to understand and discover"
  • Te: "I want to win and overcome everything"

Dear followers,

It has been five years since I started this blog. What started as an interesting experiment has grown to a big project.

Over the years I discovered my own creativity through this blog, the response from you has been amazing; even overwhelming at times. It opened doors I didn’t even knew existed before. 

It gave me so much confidence and set me on the right path in my life. A couple of years ago I started shooting my own material which presented me with a whole new set of challenges, and enabled me to develop even more.

But right now I have to be honest with myself, the creation of cinemagraphs for this blog have become more of a task than a challenge, there’s no more to learn and it’s starting to hold me back. 

So I made a hard decision: no more regular updates for Tech Noir. (This doesn’t mean no more posts ever, I will create one whenever I feel like it, but the frequency of posts will be much lower.) I want to thank you so much for all your positive feedback and attention in the last five years. I am forever grateful.

Thank you!

Floris Kloet

sterek bakery fics

For the anon looking for coffeeshop/bakery fics. Here are my faves involving sterek and baked goods. 

Bad Dog Bakery and Cafe by  Boom | 27.7K

Stiles saves an Omega from wolfsbane poisoning. Said Omega now won’t leave Stiles alone. Stiles doesn’t really have a problem with this.

Fold In Gently by  thepsychicclam | 4.1K

Derek is going to kill Cora. He’s going to kill her numerous times. One death is not enough punishment for what she’s making him do.

Cora’s making Derek take baking classes.

French Silk Pie, Baby by  KuriKuri | 2.6K

“See, your angel of a sister - ” Derek scoffs. Cora hasn’t been an angel since she was five months old. “ - agreed to date me, because my visa is about to expire and - ”

“I’d have to marry you for that, dumbass,” Cora butts in, rolling her eyes.

Hale’s Orgasms by  ericaismeg | 3.3K

Stiles helps Derek name his bakery.

Letters by  ericaismeg | 8.9K

The one where Lydia sets up an email account for Stiles to “confess his love” for Derek. And as fate would have it, they also end up becoming friends in person at the same time.

Living with Lycanthropy by  WhoNatural | 44.1K

Wherein they both own bakeries, Stiles tries not to run his grandmother’s legacy into the ground, Laura wants to be a better alpha, and Derek can’t seem to get Stiles’ attention the regular way - so naturally, he accidentally initiates a prank war.

Love Don’t Die by  Finduilas | 33.5K

Derek is nine years old when he discovers the gift that he’s been given. A gift that he didn’t necessarily ask for. Derek can touch dead things and bring them back to life. But not without consequences and conditions, many of which are heartbreaking.

Many years later, his path crosses that of his childhood sweetheart, Stiles, in very unfortunate circumstances. But now, Derek’s gift gives him the power to save Stiles. And damned be the consequences.

Muffins As A Declaration Of Intent by  JenNova | 3.7K

“Top or bottom?” Stiles asks, off to Derek’s right.

“Bottom,” Derek says automatically, not really looking at him. “Wait, what?”

Putting the F-U-N in Funeral by  apocryphal | 10.8K

In which Derek is a bored secretary, Stiles is a baker who may or may not have ulterior motives, and there are entirely too many macaroons.

 reason to stay by  bleep0bleep  | 12.5K

It’s the last week of October, and a small town baker has run into his first crush again. Fate might have other ideas. Stiles tries for romance with a little help from what Beacon Hills does best— Halloween.

Red Velvet by  arrowofcarnations | 7.6K

Stiles is pretty used to people coming to visit him at Sweet Stuff when he’s baking. It’s only when Isaac starts bringing along one Derek Hale that things start to get really interesting.

The Beacon Bean by  SPCMRose | 6.1K

He’s blind. His mate is blind. Looks like Derek will be relying on his stunning personality to win him over. Derek is so screwed…

AKA: Derek’s back in Beacon Hills, and decides to head out for a coffee. Stiles is blind, and Derek’s found his mate.

Stiles is a baker~

The Pantry Trespasser by  mikkimouse | 5.3K

Stiles gaped. He thought he could be forgiven; nobody should be forced to confront such hotness before their first cup of coffee.

Pantry God finally seemed to realize he wasn’t alone, and looked over to Stiles, pale eyes widening behind his glasses. “Can I help you?”

The words jerked Stiles out of his stupor, reminding him that Pantry God was actually Pantry Trespasser. “Who are you and what the hell are you doing in my pantry?”

The Sweet Little Things That You Do by  Jellyfax | 7.9K

“If Stiles was being honest, it was possibly the most perfect place he had ever been to. If he died, this would be his heaven.”

Someone keeps leaving Stiles free muffins, which he wouldn’t mind if it weren’t for the notes…

thetiptoeingtulip  asked:

In what way do you think each type would react if they were put in a situation similar to Lord of the Flies? I know it really does depend on how developed they are, but in general, how would their functions respond and what sort of role might they take?

In the general sense, let us play this. 

ESFP: Takes the lead of the situation right away. Their Se is in their element of improvisation and observation. They start the civilization and their Fi makes them care about the people around them. 

ESTP: Lets the ESFP lead and is a charismatic sub-leader that goes against the harsh tertiary Te rules the ESFP enforces and makes sure everyone is fed. They are the Robin Hood of the group. They go against the ground rules, but they aren’t doing evil things. 

ISTP: Is watching out for themselves. If you are meant to survive you will with your own two-hands and smarts. 

ISFP: Won’t lead, but doesn’t like being told what to do. Won’t speak up unless the ESFP leader does something unethical.

ISTJ: Making sure that the group has all the supplies needed to survive. Taking inventory and letting the ESFP leader know how to properly disperse food, clothing, shelter, etc.

ISFJ: Is looking out for themselves and their closest friends. Everyone else can fend for themselves, but the ISFJ will make sure themselves and those they care about make it.

ESTJ: Will try to be the leader, but will just generally slow down the process of getting the civilization together. Will probably be the one to incite mutiny because the ESFP seems to be winging it and not dropping the law as the ESTJ sees fit.

ESFJ: Making sure the group is put first. The ESFJ doesn’t care about everyone being individually happy, but wants to make sure that the group as a whole is together and thriving. Will do any action to make sure this happens.

INFJ: Observes what everyone is doing and questions the ethics happening before them. They don’t speak up until it is too late and something terrible has happened, but they had a feeling it was gunna go in this tragic direction and regret their lack of action.

INTJ: Observing from afar what is happening and has the same feelings as the INFJ as to what will happen, but instead of being concerned with the ethics of the situation, they have been slowly moving their pieces to make sure the next leader is good and the civilization will still be intact. Some sacrifices may have to be made and no one will realize the INTJ has been the one “in charge” the whole time.

ENFJ: Wants to make sure everyone is happy with the role they have to play in this new civilization. Will be charismatic and be the one that everyone really follows and listens to.Without this person the civilization really would fall apart.

ENTJ: The ENTJ takes advantage of the ESTJ uprising, but is in fact the one that actually takes over lead from the ESFP.

INFP: Leaves the group because they were too violent and conflicting too much. Goes on their own spiritual journey on the island and comes back with knowledge of the island that no one else has. Is trying to figure out how to best live their life in this new world.

INTP: Doesn’t know what the group should do, but is very vocal on what everyone is doing wrong. 

ENFP: This is the person who keeps optimism among the people. There has to be a better way. They will survive and not only that find happiness. You just have to find the right path to go on.

ENTP: Tries to figure out the truth of what is really going on, but seems like they don’t care what happens at all. Discovers the truth of the INTJ and has to decide what to do before it is too late.

How to Witch

Many people have stumbled across witchcraft in their life, and some just find it too right to pass up. Once your mentally prepared to begin, how do you physically do it? The first step is patience. You can’t just jump into something you know nothing about.

Why do I want to// On a piece of paper, or in your book of shadows, write down why you want to be a witch. What type of witch you aspire to be, what magick you want to look into. You can add onto this later as you grow, but this is an important step into discovering your path.

Research// Many witches have their favorite books, and as a beginner in the craft, I went through and picked some of my favorites, here they are for you! They are also easily found on the Internet (and free!)

Cunningham’s Book of Shadows by: Scott C. Crystal Bible by: Judy H. A Witches Bible by: Janet and Stewart F. Witch in the Kitchen by: Cait J.

Meditation// The core of any magick you do is you. If you are not clear headed, calm, and collected, much of the magick you do will spiral out of control. Much of the magick you will do involves meditation before, to clear your head and make sure that all of your energy is channeled into one place. Even if you aren’t doing any spells, or rituals, or whatever you do, meditation is a good way to avoid stress, talk to deities, prepare for astral travel, reach out to mythical creatures, and tons of other things. Try and meditate for at least 5-10 minutes a day. Do it in the shower if you have to.

Supplies// This step is completely optional, but most witches work with candles, wands, strings, poppets, and tons of things on their altar. I would (once again), consider research on what you should get for what you decide to do. Here’s a little master list I threw together if you’re completely confused.

Herbs: Sage, rosemary, thyme, chamomile, sandalwood, lavender, roses Crystals:Quartz, amethyst, tourmaline, Jade, citrine Candles:White, black, blue, purple, red Others: JARS!!!, moon/rain water, sand, sea salt/salt, figurines of deities, cauldron, mortar and pestle, candle holders, offering dish, plates, wand

What’s a deity// Many witches often worship gods and goddesses, ranging from Greek and Roman to Ancient China and Egypt. This is not required, and there are many witches that have a religion with a God (Christianity, Buddhism, Islamic). This does NOT prevent you from being a witch. You can be any religion and still practice the craft (at least to me).

Now where do I go// Spells, enchantments, protection, curses, and talking to mythical beings my friend. I suggest, especially as a beginner, to find some protection spells (which I have some under my tag #thecraft), and try those out. They’re often simple, and a good start for any witch who wants to begin small. Try small spells, talk to your deities, try scrying, anything really!

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Sorry this was so poorly made! Hope it helps someone!

We met when we were 16.

You were out spoken, bold and intimidating.

I was shy, quiet and invisible.

We fit perfectly.

Because at a second glance,

You bled insensitivity, spoke rudely and behaved inconsiderately.

I was covered in peace, breathed wisdom and shed kindness.

But that was long ago, wasn’t it?

Growing up changes your thoughts and that changes everything.

Now you’re wiser, happier and kinder.

And me?

Well, I’m lost, sad and broken down.

But it’s exciting because I get to discover new paths, find happiness again and build myself up in a way that my mind thinks is ideal and my heart knows is right.

Eric Heisserer On Subtext in Screenplays

From his twitter:

- All right, diving in: The demon in the room I want to talk about today is subtext. Subtext makes me suffer so. Oh, the suffering

- Because its delicious presence in a script is the mark of good writing, and its inverse is the sign of bad writing. But there’s a catch.

- Playwrights tend to rock subtext, because they have to. The dialogue has to convey more than face value because that’s all there is.

- Consequently, people in the theater world pay close attention to the writing. They look at the words carefully. You can dine on Shakespeare.

- But in film and TV subtext can also exist in imagery. You want every shot to be suggestive of something more than what’s merely right there.

- And you need to, to attract talented directors and actors. They know quality, they’ve done theater, they CRAVE subtext.

- And of course, writing it is incredibly hard! Let’s not overlook that, shall we? It’s alchemy. It’s like crafting a really great joke.

- In subtext, everyone builds the punchline in their heads without you telling it. Without subtext, you’re explaining the joke to them.

- There are plenty of avenues to subtext, of course. And as script writers we have dialogue, narrative description, wrylies, etc. to play in.

- One Oscar-nominated writer likes to use dialogue in her narrative for it–
DAVID gestures at them, “I’m fine, whatever.”

- And just on this tangent, what I like about that option is that we get the meaning of the gesture without telling the actor what to do

- But okay, here’s where it gets even WORSE for us as writers. Because guess what, we’re making a transitory document. Which means…

- People need to grasp the subtext in a scene or else it will turn out crap.

- And by “people” I mean everyone between you and the finished film/episode/whatever. And here’s how that gets tricky:

- Your DIRECTOR and your ACTORS will want as much subtext as possible, because it gives them room to do THEIR jobs well (if they’re good).

- The people who get the script BEFORE them tend to fear subtext because they can’t be sure how it will land on the screen. So… notes.

- Holy buckets, the notes you will get about limiting, destroying, removing, reducing, and nuking subtext. Oh man.

- 1. “You know, I think you need to put a finer point on what she’s saying in this scene…”

- 2. “What is she really saying here? I get that, yeah, but can you make that idea louder?”

- 3. “Just put the words in his mouth; just so the audience knows what he’s feeling.”

- From strange to awkwardly porny, there are a hundred different ways execs will tell you to kill subtext.

- They are sometimes right to do that! Not often, in my experience, but sometimes. Because finding the right balance in the writing is HARD.

- So, what do we do? Seriously, I’m asking. Why do you think I’m drinking on a Sunday? Well, yes, because it’s Sunday but yeah.

- Here’s what I’ve discovered on this terrible path of writing layered content with subtext, and you can use what works for you…

- There is the option of simply “kicking the ball downfield” – writing essentially “this is how we feel when we see this scene play out.”

- That spawns description like: “This is the most heartbreaking moment of her life, and we’re all in tears at the end of it.”

- BAH TO THAT, I SAY. That is my mouth writing checks. That’s me saying, “Fuck it, this isn’t my job, it’s someone else’s, I’m outtie.”

- We have a responsibility as writers to know what the characters are feeling AND how they both hide and express it in the same moment.

- Not down to the tiniest gesture (because again we’re invading the domain of the actor usually) but it has to have more going on than “Here!”

- So the demon I wrestle with is: How much do I need to say on the page that lets the fearful types know the director/actor will rock it?

- This is where the iterative process can actually help a writer.

- There’s an episode of The Simpsons where Homer starts to take a bite of Maggie’s BD cake, but Marge has made a spare for him to mess up.

- We sometimes have to do that as writers: Build a draft where all the emotions are signposts, and people talk like NOBODY TALKS IN REAL LIFE.

- And then later, before going out to talent, we offer the artful draft full of subtext, the one that will land capable voices.

- Of course to pull this off you need conspirators in the machine. You need a clever producer or junior somewhere.

- Outside of that option, the only one I’ve made work part of the time is by building a script with subtextual shorthand, for lack of better.

- In that, I preserve the dialogue best I can where all the subtext lives, but I “explain the punchline” in the narrative immediately after.

- This helps a lot since actors are primarily focused on dialogue. Especially those trained from theater. (And those are the ones you want.)

- TANGENT: You do not want an actor whom you often hear “cuts well together.” That’s not a marathon runner, there.

- By that I mean someone whose performance must be assembled by your Dr Frankenstein editor from a large volume of takes/shots.

- Subtext works really damn well when it’s this sandbox you build for the people taking the script from you to produce the thing.

- And! Oh! Sometimes you can paint subtext in negative space. By that I mean, write to what the scene isn’t.

- Or you can make bold the juxtaposition of what’s being said and what is being felt or meant on the page.

- Like:

JOE
(please stay)
Just get out. Go.

- This kind of dynamic isn’t easily swatted by rushed execs trying to understand the purpose of a scene. Usually.

- Point is: We have a lofty goal here of trying to deliver something that works on at least two levels. You know?

- In our writing, what our characters say is not the truth, but it’s a map to the truth.

- When people actually say what they feel, it makes them terribly vulnerable. And vulnerability is nearly extinct thanks to the Internet

- So, my gorgeous monsters, let’s keep finding and sharing clever ways to deliver subtext in our stories. That shit is tough, man.

anonymous asked:

I just calculated my life path number and its 5 ❤ Do you know some people with this number and could you maybe describe it? I am in love with your blog ugh its crazy and I only discovered it 2 days ago😂

YESSSS LIFE PATH 5’S ARE MY FAVORITE! 😩 I love you and I love them so much too! Thank you for the compliment! 😚

Life Path 5’s are insanely curious people and they are also extremely knowledgeable. What don’t they know or want to know? I’ve also found them to be really adventurous, often social, people who are always looking for a good time. They value their friends, they have the right morals, value family and the ones who are near and dear to their heart. I love them so much!

We Belong To You & Me

Title: We Belong To You & Me

Pairing: Reader x Dean

Theme Song: How Deep Is Your Love (Cover) by Glee Cast

Requests: Can you do a dean x reader where they go to the road house and Jo gets jealous and try’s to break them up and it ends in a bunch of fluff?? - alexstarnes1701

Author’s Note: Done!! I’m so sorry it took me so long, I suffered a small writer’s block half-way but I managed to get through and finally finish, so thank you guys for your patience (this is the longest fic I’ve written so far, with 3026 words!!). I was torn between two covers of that song, but the Glee one won me over. Your comments are always welcome, hope you like it ;)

Your name: submit What is this?

“Harvelle’s Roadhouse,” you commented, reading the neon lights of the establishment as Dean parked and killed the engine of the car. “Seems kind of unreal to be here.”

Dean got out, opened the Impala’s passenger door and helped you out. “Only place in all Nebraska where your drink’s in danger of being replaced with holy water if you seem suspicious enough, sweetheart.” You took his hand and smiled at the smug little chuckle that escaped Dean’s mouth.

“Hilarious, Dean,” Sam groaned, walking past you and his brother towards the entrance of the saloon. Dean’s hand was still holding yours, you noticed, as he gave it a light squeeze. “Let’s go, then. Before grandma over there gets crankier,” he said, gesturing at Sam. You laughed and stood on your tip toes to give him a peck on the lips. “I’m right behind you.”

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anonymous asked:

i feel evil but may i ask for a angsty scenario with kakashi and itachi with their fem s/o dying in front of them (つД`)ノ

;-; yes yes of course

Kakashi:

There you were, life draining out of you with every second that passed by. Turns out, this war had overpowered you to the extent where you had to be taken away from the world. From Kakashi.

He saw how it happened, the way the blade pierced through your body, and how you fell onto your knees with the desperate need for air. Blood dripped from the corners of your mouth and it was such a terrible thing to see, Kakashi was horrified, he immediately ran to your side with his sharingan visible just after defeating the enemy.

His eyes were wide, so full of shock. Kakashi couldn’t believe it, he was going to lose you. This world, so cruel, it had the audacity to take you away from him with greedy hands and Kakashi couldn’t do anything about it, no matter how much he wanted to, he couldn’t.

The light was draining out of your eyes and your face was pale, there wasn’t much time for you left. Kakashi took you in his arms, shunning his comrades who watched him silently weep. Despite the pain you were feeling, you still managed to smile, because he was there.

He was inwardly blaming himself, scolding himself since he hadn’t fought well enough to protect you. All he could do now was hold you close to his body, try to keep you warm, try to savour your presence as much as he could. If it were possible, he’d take you back to Konoha and spend the rest of your minutes lying in his bed with his arms wrapped around your fragile body. Just the two of you, together in your last moments. Oh how he wished.

“[Na-Name],” Kakashi croaked. “We have to contact a medical ninja and-and—DAMN IT.”

“Watch over them for me, love.” You whisper, referring to his team that were fighting elsewhere. Surely, they’d be sad once they hear about your death, and so, Kakashi wouldn’t let that happen.

Kakashi shook his head, “No, you’re gonna be okay.” Though he knew you were far from okay.

“Just this once, let me be selfish, let me keep you here. I can’t lose you. Please don’t leave me, please…don’t..”

“Kakashi…” You place a gentle hand on his cheek, using the last of your remaining strength to keep it there, “I will always love you.” And those were your last words before the life inside of you was taken away, what remained was your corpse in Kakashi’s arms.

“I love you…[Name].” He cursed the rain for staining your cheeks with its drops of water, but ignored the simple fact that there really was no rain. Instead, The Copy Ninja shed tears.

Itachi:

He was being selfish, so goddamn selfish, and Itachi despised himself for it. How could he? How could he kill his own clan, leave his little brother, and then kill you afterwards. You were a strong kunoichi who would bring up a hell of a good fight if you wanted to, but you didn’t, you didn’t lay a finger on him. Your words only touched him. The shakiness of your voice when you begged him to stay, to try to remember what you both had in the beginning.

But in contrast to listening to you, he killed you. Your blood was on his hands, he’d have to live with the fact that he was the one who took your life, a life that probably had such a nice path to the future. He took that happiness that planned out for you to discover on that path, because he was selfish.

Here he was, touching you. How dare he hold you right after putting a sword through your body? How dare he..

“I’m sorry,” Itachi muttered with wide eyes.

You watched as his sharingan dissolved into the usual colour of his eyes, like magic. His lips were quivering, as though as it was difficult to speak, so he just listened.

“Take care of yourself,” you whispered, “I’m sorry that I couldn’t live to see the day to would return to the village. I’m so sorr—”

This was what he got for putting himself first. In exchange for fulfilling his own goals in his own life, fate had to take you.

Late thinking.

Do you ever get the feeling that you’re doing something wrong? Like we spend 18+ years of our lives going to school for 7 hours a day, 5 days a week, for 9 months so we can be prepared for our “future”. I know I am one of many, but what if I’m totally clueless about what I want to direct my career towards? The present ties in with the future so easily. And it sucks that I’m forced to think that my future is 15-30 years from now, when my future IS right now. And I have to use my “right now” to prepare for those years. But more importantly, why are we all so programmed to believe that having a career and doing what THEY think is best for us is what life is really about? We have limited time to live, and what if I want to go and experience the raw adventures out there, and teach myself about this world and discover who I AM and how I WANT to deal with my OWM existence? So do you ever feel like you’re wasting your time on a path you shouldn’t be on, like you’re doing something wrong? I learn nothing useful about this world sitting at a desk and getting lectured on how to find the quadratic function of a parabola.

STEP ONE.
Be happy. Do not look for love, trust that it will find you eventually. Dream of knights in shining armor, and heroes who always win. Hold onto your innocence like a brand new pink dress; prim, proper, and ready for Easter morning. Do not hear those cruel words whispered among others.
  Be happy.

STEP TWO.
Hear the words. Feel their scalpels and blades picking at your personality, dissecting your flaws like they are professors and you are a sixth grade science experiment. Hear their words describing everything wrong with you. Let them crawl under your skin like maggots and worms, termites making their home within your heart. Do not be happy. Hate the thing you once loved.
  Hate yourself.

STEP THREE.
Meet him. Not the one. Not happily ever after. Just him. Meet him and let his words soothe your aching bones. Let his promises ease your suffering, his smile lighten your soul. Do not love yourself; love the picture of you that he spins. Love your innocence lost that he still sees. Watch as he swears fidelity to a shadow, as he pledges love to a ghost.
  Watch as he builds you a cardboard construct of the human you used to be.

STEP FOUR.
  Watch as he leaves.

STEP FIVE.
Build for yourself a castle of granite, a garden of bones, a nation of sharpened teeth. Learn to run with the wind, howl with wolves, hunt with falcons. Learn to grab your life with a beast’s claws and never let go. Learn to conquer kingdoms, to rule lands, to kill kings. Learn to drink poison and swallow knives; to laugh in the face of death, to laugh in the face or those who call you weak. Learn to love yourself again.
  Latch on to these lessons with bloody fangs and never let go.

STEP SIX.
Never let them take what you have earned. Love yourself and nothing else. This path of yours was not made for the weak-hearted, not made for those who crave happiness. Embrace your lust for life.   When others come to you with offers of love, laugh and deny them the right to the body that you once hated.

STEP SEVEN.
You are a deity. Divine. Immortal. Eternal. You are the sand upon the seashore. You are the waves against the ocean. You are the stars in the galaxies they have not yet discovered. You are the entire world in a human being. Your scars are artwork; your dark nights, beauty. You are everything they could wish for and more. You will do amazing things, you know that. And for the first time since wearing your innocence on your sleeve, you feel as if you finally know your worth:
  you are priceless.

STEP EIGHT.
  Find someone
  worth more
  than you.

—  WORTH: an eight step guide for broken humans on learning to love again // d.s.