So I made theseposts some time ago and wrote a thing with it. You’re welcome. So, this is my first time posting writing on here so, excuse me if it’s weird.
At the young age of four, there was not much Kakashi Hatake could do. Not yet entered into the academy, yet old enough to begin at home training sessions that were limited compared to his skill.
The young Hatake puffed out his cheeks as he sat cross legged in the center of his home. He had grown bored of his toys and the training he did on his own grew repetitive.
The sliding of the door and a call of his name signified his father’s return and he jumped up joyfully. He rushed to the door, a hop in his step as he went.
“Welcome back, papa!” Kakashi beamed at the much taller man. “How did your mission go?”
Sakumo smiled lightly at his son, gently placing a hand on his head and ruffling his already messy silver locks. “It went well. Have you eaten anything yet?”
“No.” The boys tone and smile were sheepish as he rubbed the back of his head. “I was playing.”
“That’s fine. You can help me out, then.” Sakumo stepped passed the boy, heading straight for the kitchen.“ For a moment, Sakumo considered how cute the sound of his own loud footsteps were echoed by Kakashi’s smaller and quieter steps.
"What will we make, papa?” Kakashi’s eyes seemed to shine with excitment as they entered the kitchen.
“I’m not particular.” Sakumo muttered, placing his index finger and thumb to his chin. “I’m not sure about you, but I’m famished. How about something simple?”
There was a pause as Kakashi considered and Sakumo drug a stool from one of the many cabinets lining the bottom of the counters. Just tall enough for Kakashi to reach the cooking surface.
They were quick to decide on what to create as Kakashi climbed the stool. A simple dish that would not take more then thirty minutes to make.
Both father and son were glad for this as their stomachs growled.
As they cooked, the younger of the two explained in exaggerated detail how his day went. From how he managed to chip his wooden kunai throwing it at a tree, to how he explored around their home and found a creek to splash in.
Sakumo could not help but to chuckle as Kakashi flashed a toothy grin. He wasn’t sure why the boy insisted on hiding his face behind masks or scarfs. Perhaps it was just this new generation’s fashion that he was sure he would never understand, but he was glad he did not hide in private. His smile could brighten anyone’s day, especially his own.
“Do you think one day, I can be a great ninja like you, papa?”
The question threw him off, so much so he had to pause in his chewing. With a heavy swallow, he chuckled lightly and nodded slowly. “I think you’ll become a greater ninja than me, Kakashi.”
Large grey eyes slowly blinked, then lit up once again as the boy grinned. “You think so, papa?”
“Oh, I know so.” He mirrored Kakashi’s grin.
The two happily retreated to the kitchen, plates and cutlery in hand. Using his trusty stool, Kakashi happily washed the dishes as Sakumo put them away.
Sakumo began to whistle a upbeat tune as they worked, wiping off the stove, clearing off the counter tops and sink.
Kakashi attempted to mimic the sound, but only succeeded in blowing a raspberry in his fathers direction, earning himself a laugh. Instead, the young Hatake hummed the tune with his father happily as they swept the floors.
Sakumo watched his son, with his minature broom just perfect for his size, sweeping in time with himself. He smiled sweetly at the boy as he looked up at him with a wide grin.
“You’re such a good help, Kakashi.” He placed a hand on the boys head, once again ruffling his silver locks. “Thank you.”
It was just routine, Kakashi told himself as he scrubbed down the bathroom. This had nothing to do with his father.
After years of the same thing, it was normal to keep doing it, right?
So, when he swept the floor in smooth and slow motions with a broom made just perfectly for his size, he did not imagine his father standing beside him with a broom two times bigger then he.
When he stood on his stool and cooked food, he did not imagine his father smiling and laughing as he informed him of his days activities.
He did not stand infront of the door, staring absently at the door frame. He did not wait to hear his father call his name to signify he was home.
He did not expect a reply as he quietly stated he was leaving the home when heading off for the academy, nor when he stated his return home.
He did not laugh, smile or hum cheery tunes as he worked and he did not think of his father at all.
It was just daily routines, nothing more.
He became very good at lying to himself without even realising he was.
Baby dropped for the first time a couple weeks ago, and I felt it then. Then he dropped last night, and I felt that, too. Now I’m super crampy, I’m having contractions more often, and look at how low he is.
I have a cervix check tomorrow, and I’m really anxious to see what’s going on. It’s incredibly possible that I’m just hurting more because this is the third time I’ve made it this far since 2013, and so my body is just over it, but I feel like he’s going to be here sooner rather than later. I guess we’ll find out if I’m right and the doctor has my due date off.
Where and when was the last time we saw Taylor and Harry together ?
The last time we saw them publicly hang out was in January 2015 when they randomly met at Caleb Followill’s birthday party and then went out on dinner with bunch of friends. Wow that feels like ages ago. If you wanna see all their hangouts we know about, you can check out this masterpost I made
Oh, I’m really excited to answer some of these! :)
7. Inspiration, time, or motivation. Choose two.
I’d say motivation and time right now. I have too much inspiration, and I’m blessed with writer friends who give me even more inspiration!
18. How old were you when you started writing?
Oh, I’m pretty sure I was in elementary school when I started writing! I don’t remember the exact age, just that my villain was, at one point, called the Bad King and rode around on a giant chicken, because it made me laugh. I didn’t start writing fanfic until I was in middle school, and I never posted anything until a little under a year ago.
19. Why did you start writing?
Because I loved reading and I wanted to make my own stories, too. I would actually sit outside all day on a hammock and read all day during the summer. I also wanted to be a writer when I was younger, because I wanted to be able to work in my pajamas all day.
Ok so I made this ages ago and I never posted it because it was bad but I’m posting it now because it bothers me to see this crappy video in my computer without getting posted. Also I dared to post crappy Weeabootale “animations” so it can’t be worse lol (r-right????)
also the animations aren’t fast enough since my phone app couldn’t make it faster so here are better gifs:
(This is my experience about how certain signs act and things that have become kinda like patterns..)
the really present people, strong opinions and impulsive actions. Always wrapped up in some kind of relationship
really chill and laid-back, stubborn and sometimes really negative, you might think they're a Scorpio at first.
you get a kind of excited feeling when youre around them, those kind of people you know you cant be best friends with because they have too many friends, usually have some of those Virgo cleanfreak traits.
shy people, just shy people.
doesnt talk that much, but you know theyre judging you.. and the hair, its always the hair.
usually arent as serious and "earthy" as you'd expect, pretty random, seems like Cancer and Aries had a lovechild. So incredibly caring, usually get along with a wide range of people.
the ones you won't catch your eye at first, but when they do you'll remember them. It's hard to have an opinion on them since they blend in so well. Not often seen alone.
can be really social but theyll still be a bit weird. when they talk to you they'll ask specific quiestions
really laid-back, really easy to approach but hard to follow, fits the Sagittarius really well usually
extremely dorky and social, the most airy earth sign for sure. They care about their future but they don't actually have their shit together like their stereotype
weird and really follow their own beliefs, is friends with everyone and no one at the same time. the ones that stand out, stuck in their own dreamworld like a Pisces would
the hardest sign to guess, since they usually act like one the signs of above. always wants to help and listen. pretty aloof, also have their own world.