Akatsuki becomes a mercenary group for hire, as they did in Road to Ninja. This is more appropriately named the “everybody comes back to life and somehow things work out AU”… but as promised, 10 Akatsuki members in the timeline of The Last! Designing is fun (esp the village flak jackets) (・∀・)
See more extensive character/AU details below the cut!:
For the Mother Day, Bud and Lou takes their mum on tour! (In France, it’s today)
I should totally work on my school diploma, but I just really needed to animate some cute Harley Quinn!
Btw, I just download a new tumblr functionality who helps me to see the tags that you guys put on my work, and I never realized how many cute messages were hidden there! So much love and funny jokes that I can see now! <3
I just came up with a dialog frisk could say to betty, because of lols XD
Frisk: You know, I propably shouldn’t say any of this…it’d make me a real hypocrit. I did kill my friends in another timeline just out of curiosity. No one other than sans and asriel knows about my dark past. And I even messed up my friendship with sans by bringing the reset up. I’m not proud of myself. I wish I had done better and just shut up about it. The irony here is though, that after my mistakes, a friend got a new chance for a new life and is no longer an empty shell. So in a way, making a mistake made us all happy again. pretty ironic, isn’t it? Even a little funny…
hehe…but you know what is even funnier? I’m not trying to find a way to reset anymore…‘cause if I did, that means killing you won’t do anything, if you came back.
I trusted you…no, WE trusted you! You made one of the kindest monsters go to prison, manipulated a traumatized mother to kill innocent people, you slaughtered children in a school and you murdered two of my friends…sans wanted the future…alphys a new start…I am NOT letting this continue any further…
A friend once told me, that on beautiful weather, while the birds are singing and flowers are blooming…
kids like me should be burning in hell…
YOUR HELL HAS JUST BEGUN!
edit: I just realized that the swords design is wrong…*dying inside*
the campus library has always had this old looking sofa chair on the second floor and usually,,,,,people would avoid it because it looks tattered and uncomfy
but,,,,,,,the ancient thing is right next to the only open power socket and tbh once you sit in it for a while,,,it’s actually not that bad
so during finals week - it’s like an all out WAR for that dumb chair because everyone wants to charge their laptop and sit in some contorted position while typing their essays last minute
and you’ve devised a system for snagging that chair - all you have to do is get there ten minutes before opening and BAM running up the stairs to the second floor - throwing your backpack onto the chair - and you’re good for the next,,,,,,,,,,6-8 hours
it’d worked for three semesters straight until,,,,,,at some point you got there and instead of it being empty,,,,,,,,there was this guy
and there he was,,,sitting blankly typing away,,,,hands moving quickly across the keys and earphones in
but,,,how could he be there???? Earlier than you??? the library TECHNICALLY just opened and he hadn’t been waiting outside like you were
so,,,,,,cautiously you go up and tap his shoulder
with an almost deadpan expression he pulls his earbud out and goes “what?”
you crinkle your nose and motion to the chair “,,,,,did you sleep here?”
sensing your disdain about the chair a small smirk tugs at his lips and shaking some blonde hair from his eyes he goes
“no. i work here so i have these-”
out of his pocket he pulls out a set of keys, the tag that hangs from the side reads ‘library’ and your eyes narrow
“that’s not fair - this chair is sacred during finals and it should be anyones-”
“aren’t you the person who waits outside the library a half hour early to get it, that isn’t fair either.”
speechless you look at him and blink. the boy just grins and puts his earbud back in and you turn away deciding that whatever you’ll go use another-
but then you realize spending fifteen minutes bickering with him has guaranteed no spots left,,,,
and this persists for the entire first week of finals - you do your usual ‘early bird gets the chair’ thing but EVERYTIME he’s there
with his expensive looking laptop and perfectly neat blonde hair and music textbooks and pretty cute eyes i mean no what pretty dumb ,,, eyes???
but finally,,,,,you crack
the monday of a big essay due for the only class you’re really worried about you march your way over to that old chair
and the boy is there,,,,this time no laptop just scrolling aimlessly through his phone and you stand in front of him and you’re like “this might be childish, but i will result to it if i have to. please let me use this chair or else,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,,i will just sit in your lap.”
the boy looks up at this,,,running his lips over his tongue and tilting his head because “you wouldn’t dare.”
and you’re like honestly. hOnestly im tired. im tired of sitting on the floor of the library next to 594073 other kids waiting to fight like a pack of wolves over the first free outlet and if i have to sit on some guys lap to get this hellish essay done then,,,,,,,,,,fuck it i dont care
instead of getting up like you expect,,,he just chuckles and shakes his head leaning back in the chair and going “i don’t believ-”
but just like that you sit right down, looping one arm around his neck and the other balancing your laptop on your knees and you’re like “this essay is a twenty pager so get ready.”
twitching the guy nudges you a bit but you’re like “not moving” and he’s like “listen,,,,,,if you just wanted an excuse to sit in my l-”
and you’re like nO you jerk i wanted this chair fair and square ok so seriously you can get up and let me have it and this will be over
but instead you suddenly feel his arms wrap around your waist and you’re like huh,,,,,,
and he’s like “well it’s not that bad.”
and you’re like no WAY HOW INFURIATING CAN HE-
but then you feel him rest his chin on your shoulder and he’s like
“my finals are done so you don’t mind if i nap right?”
and you’re like at a loss for words because what- just get up what is he doing????
“im woozi by the way.”
“why the heck are you introducing yourself to me and why don’t you just get-”
“im not letting this opportunity go to waste, you’re cute and you’re the one who sat in my lap first soooo,,,,,”
you open your mouth to think of a comeback but,,,,,,wait - did he just call you cute????
and you’re like “,,,,,by any chance were you just sitting here the whole week because you knew id come here everytime?
with no reply woozi rubs his cheek against your shoulder and yawns
“sure, but seriously - im gonna nap ok?”
you shake your head looking at him,,,,,,,,and you know when he’s not smirking at you like he knows everything in the world,,,,he is kinda cute??
but you try to chase away the thought and focus on your essay but just as you start typing you hear him go
“,,,,,,,,,don’t know what the library rules on pda are so we both might get kicked out of this chair,,,,,,,,,”
“not long time ago there was a boy that was alone just like the sun, with no moons, with no hope. but he saw a planet on his own and went there to see what he had to offer, and he wasn’t dissapointed.”
When a classmate showed me a photo of some shirtless, male celebrity in a desert, saying “That’s pretty hot, isn’t it?” and I just looked at her in confusion and said: “Well, of course it’s hot in the desert.”
I trust nobody who says queer is a slur or says not to use it. They sound like a Terf and i dont fuck with terfs. And at the very least are adopting terf rhetoric and being willfully ignorant. Its always cis gay people saying this stuff too
A lot of people on tumblr are probably too young to remember this but every time I see arguments against the word queer I’m always reminded to back in the early 2000s when the most common slur used against us was not queer but gay.
This was SUCH a major problem and the use of gay as a slur was so widespread that there was an entire campaign made to get people to stop using it as a slur—celebrities who used gay as a slur got major backlash and had to go on Late Night shows to apologize, there were commercials on tv, posters in schools, a whole thing made specifically to get people to stop using gay as a slur.
Through alllll of that though? Literally I never heard a single person suggest that gay people should stop calling themselves gay. Never was it suggested that people should censor the word gay. Never was it suggested that people should stop using the word gay except to stop using it in a negative manner or as an insult. The onus on gay no longer being used as a slur was completely on the people who were using it as a slur, gay people were never painted as the ones who needed to change because it was clear that they were not the ones doing something wrong, and that campaigning? It worked. There are still people out there who use gay as a negative word, don’t get me wrong, but it’s certainly not as widespread now as it was then and the awareness campaign probably had a lot to do with that.
And it just continues to strike me as totally odd that the debate over the term queer is happening on a total opposite level—the answer people have to queer being used as a slur is not to get people to stop using it as a slur but to apparently censor and punish queer people for being queer. The onus on change happening is not being put on the people who are doing something wrong (i.e. people who use queer as a slur) but on people who aren’t.
(Meanwhile, however, these people totally forget that not that long ago gay was being thrown around as the slur of choice, that many people have the same negative connotations with the word gay that they do with the word queer, and yet you KNOW that if anyone ever asked people to tag the ‘g slur’ that they would be going off in a hot minute and talking about how unfair that would be)
And to stop going off and actually finally reply to your message: queer IS a slur but it is not ONLY a slur. It has, on a large level, been reclaimed through many painful years. That doesn’t mean that EVERYONE has to reclaim it if they don’t want to or that people aren’t allowed to be uncomfortable with it being applied to them (because you don’t have to and you can be) but you cannot pretend that queer is, only ever has been, and only ever will be a slur and you cannot pretend that the work that queer people have put into reclaiming it and making a positive out of it did not happen because it did and it’s disrespectful as fuck to pretend otherwise.
And, yeah, a lot of the argument over the word queer—as well as so much of the 'disk horse’ quite frankly—is TERF rhetoric. That doesn’t mean that everyone who perpetuates this argument is a TERF (because they’re not) but r*dfem ideology is an honest to god poison that has infected tumblr and so many people who have consumed it don’t even realize it. They get fed this shit, they believe it because the people who feed it to them are very good at wording their shit in a way that makes sense to people who don’t know any better, and then they repeat it not realizing what the root of it is.
Anyway, here is an additional link to a decent post to read about the word queer if anyone is interested and I want to make it clear that while I won’t use queer as an umbrella term for the entire LGBTQIA+ community (because I respect how people identify and do not identify) and I tag all posts as #queer, I am not going to stop using the term entirely, I’m not going to stop making posts directed at/for queer people, and I’m not going to censor the word. It’s totally valid for people to be uncomfortable being called queer because they have negative connotations with the word but it’s important for people to realize that they’re experiences are not everyone’s and that just because something makes you uncomfortable does not mean that that something should not exist.
The answer to gay being used as a slur was not to punish gay people or to make them stop being gay and the answer to queer being used as a slur is not to punish queer people and make them stop being queer because someone being queer—using the word queer for themself, identifying with it, and finding positivity in it—is not a bad thing and treating like it is is to be ignorant of LGBTQIA+ history and to be callous towards other LGBTQIA+ people who identify as queer and who are not even remotely affecting you (much less harming you) by doing so.
◇ summary: It was supposed to be a weekend of mischief and fun, but when your ex-boyfriend tags along you soon realize that what happens in Vegas, doesn’t always stay in Vegas
◇ pairing: reader x Jungkook
◇ genre: angst, smut, childhood sweethearts
◇ word count: 6,508
◇ warnings: alcohol use, language, explicit sexual content
◇a/n: yes, some of you figured it out. while i was on hiatus i contemplated writing fics under a new name/identity but i can’t get anything passed you haha. @junghoe-seok is me, well was me, but i am moving this fic over here because i should have just posted it here in the first place.
“Please tell me why we are going to the airport at 4 in the damn morning?” you groan, handing your suitcase over to your cab driver who is trying hard not to laugh at your current state of sweatpants wrapped in a denim jacket.
Wendy rolls her eyes, “Y/N, we are only going to be in Vegas for 2 nights. We need to make the most of it. Plus, the tickets were like $100 less than if we left later in the afternoon. Just sleep on the plane.”
She gets in the back of the cab, hoping to close the door before your sharp tongue can come with a witty remark. But you aren’t about to let her off the hook that easily. You throw open the door, sliding into the seat next to her.
“Y/N, I don’t want to hear it. You are not going to ruin this for me! It’s my bacholerette party. I only get one” Wendy snaps, holding her hand to your face as you buckle your seat belt.
“If you’re lucky,” you mutter under your breathe, making your best friend smack your thigh loudly.
The rest of the drive is spent in silence as both of you are too tired to try and make conversation, especially since you had been up almost the entire night watching Wendy pick out her clothes for the next 2 nights. Two of you spent almost an hour picking out a black dress that looked identical to every other black dress she owned, but swore was different. As the dark purple circles settled under your eyes this morning, the only thing on your mind was getting through security and popping a Nyquil so that you could spend the rest of the flight in peace.
“We’re here,” Wendy whispers, shaking your shoulder to wake you up after what felt like five minutes. Her eyes shift past you, focusing the on something behind you, “I should have probably told you sooner, but Jungkook is coming.”
“And you’re telling me this now?” pointing to the airport outside the window “You decide to inform me that my ex-boyfriend is coming on this trip right now? You told me two days ago that he wasn’t coming because of work.” you hiss, chasing your best friend out of the car and towards the trunk.
“And he wasn’t going to! But then he called Namjoon yesterday and told him that he had managed to get the time off.” Wendy all but pleads for forgiveness, hiding behind the cab driver.
“You should’ve told him he wasn’t invited! That the plane was completely booked! The hotel was completely booked! Anything!”
She shrugs, “He’s Namjoon’s best friend, Y/N. And he had already bought his ticket, what was I supposed to do?”
You take your suitcase from the driver and make a beeline for the airport entrance, “I’m not speaking to you until we get to the gate.”