edit: found another!

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DAY 3 (10/21): Favorite Quote ★ World of Ruin


           "The boy has become a man.“

~The types as my internet search history~

ENTP: are nuns just self insert shipping themselves with jesus

ENFP: wher buy kazzoo

ESFJ: breast milk calories

INFJ: self sacrificing puddinng recipe

ISTJ: what liight do i cross street on red or gren??

ISFP: fear of pool floaties name

INTP: SUN IS TO BIRGHT IT HURT EYEE

ENFJ: is obama a lesbian

ISTP: i hear goku

ESTP: how do i sneeze into my elbow without looking like im dabbing

ESFP: snazzy cool boy jumpin with hat

INTJ: quick and easy ways to kill your relatives

ESTJ: why does my grandma look like psy

ISFJ: how to censor swear words with while still looking cool and trendy

INFP: dream about finding child in sandwich meaning

ENTJ: do you need parental permision to join the illuminati??

anonymous asked:

Do you still make NH fanfics? I really miss your writing.

I have quite a number of wips in my drafts, but it’s been difficult finding inspiration and motivation to finish them. I am still working on them just- very, very…. very slowly. I’m sorry I haven’t written anything for them in a while! You’re always welcome to send me a prompt! Otherwise, I highly recommend checking out @utsus for your NH fic fix! In the meantime, here’s a piece from spy au I was writing so long ago! (Unedited, so sorry for any mistakes!) 

The hallway is quiet, almost unnaturally so. The plush carpet soaks up any sound her heels and his shoes would’ve made and the loudest presence on the floor are the ostentatious wall sconces that brilliantly light the simple, but expensively furnished hallway of the hotel. The silence and the stillness are both a blessing and a curse.

Naruto gently taps Hinata’s shoulder and when she looks back at him, he hand signals whether or not she can see anyone coming. She closes her eyes, refocuses, and when she opens them again, the lenses that Tenten designed specially for her activates. She scans the hallways and peers around the corner but the only heat source she can see is Naruto at her back, though she doesn’t need to see him to feel his presence. He’s close enough that his front almost touches her bare upper back, the crisp folds of his suit gently ghosting over her skin.

She signals back. Coast is clear. And then she leads on, her eyes guiding them to their target: Room 511. She hates being in the open like this, even if the carpet and the walls render them both noiseless. It amplifies the sound of the hammering of her heart and the beats of her breath- but she knows that is adrenaline heightening her senses and sending her blood rushing. She focuses herself, clearing her mind until cool and sharp rationale grounds her again.

Naruto lifts a hand, brushes his palm against her bare shoulder, and squeezes gently in support before letting go. The brief connection comforts them both, when they’re so close to their goal, when they cannot afford to make a mistake now.

She freezes and he knows she’s seen someone. 

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wlw literature: Under the lights

her fingers tangle in my hair as she pulls me back and it’s not just me, it’s her, and it’s us, and obviously, neither of us is ready to say goodbye just yet.

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Pines Twins + parallels pt.2

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Lydia drags Stiles out of bed in the morning to drive her to school.

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