People talk about talent as some innate thing. It isn’t, though.
What we call talent is the result of years of hard work and dedication mastering a craft.
When I say I don’t have talent for art, what I mean is that I haven’t put in the requisite ten thousand hours into training my eye to recognize aesthetics and proper anatomy, or my fingers to take what’s in my head and put it on paper. But when I say as much, it just sounds like I’m saying “I just wasn’t born with it.”
And I think that short-changes the people who did dedicate so much of their time and energy and passion to a thing.
You worked hard to do what you do. You deserve respect for what you’ve accomplished.
yes please talk about the possibilities and scenarios of kuroo seeing how much of his blocking actually influences tsukki's
FIRST OFF GOD BLESS YOU FOR ASKING ME THIS OMG
I went a little rogue with this…it turned into much more of a Battle of the Trash Heap “wishlist” post but I HOPE YOU STILL LIKE IT!
A list of Kuroo & Tsukki Battle of the Trash Heap moments that I desperately want to see happen:
1.) The initial reunion. Can you believe we have gone through 149 chapters since their last real interaction? Though, to them, it’s only been a few months, but still, this is EXTREMELY overdue. I hope Furudate allows them a pre-game conversation to light the fire between them. Of course Kuroo is going to give some attention to his rivalry with Daichi, but let’s be honest here, he’s got some things to say to Tsukki. Kuroo HAD to have heard about Tsukki’s iconic block against Ushijima, right? There’s no way he’s going to just let that one pass without a mention, I mean, as his mentor and friend, could he be more proud? Though we all know he will most likely turn what could be a genuinely supportive compliment into a snide, provoking comment to motivate Tsukki even further, and I am ALL FOR EITHER TBH.
2.) Kuroo seeing Tsukki blocking up close We all know that Tsukki’s blocking style has evolved GREATLY, and it is 100% due to Kuroo’s help. I mean, we even saw Tsukki recalling Kuroo’s pointers to him DURING THE SHIRATORIZAWA MATCH ITSELF. That being said, he has grown by leaps and bounds, and if Kuroo was distracted watching Tsukki’s progress at the training camps…(you’re IN THE MIDDLE OF A MATCH Kuroo what are you doing watching Tsukki?!)
…then can you imagine how shook he is going to be seeing our boy show off his skills right in front of his eyes? Bonus points if his first block is against Kuroo himself…which brings me to my next point!
3.) TSUKKI BLOCKING KUROO’S SPIKE(S)!!! I think, if this happens, I will collapse on the spot. Picture this. Kenma and Kuroo executing their signature one-person time difference attack, only to forget (or not realize) that Tsukki has grown accustomed to identifying time difference attacks and shutting them down on the spot. Tsukki sees his chance and takes it. Complete shut out. You don’t know how badly I need a side by side panel of Kuroo’s STUNNED expression as he realizes what just happened, along with Tsukki, smirking back at him like the smarmy little twit he is, because who was it that taught him how to read time difference attacks, hmm?? I’ll be preparing my funeral in advanced.
4.) Tense, across-the-net stare-downs
LAWD. hELP ME. They are both middle blockers, so chances are, they are going to end up face-to-face with just the net to separate them. Kuroo with his signature provocative smirk on his face, and Tsukki trying a bit too hard to seem totally cool.You’re not fooling anyone, Kei.
5.) Trying to out-snark each other This could come in MANY different forms. Both Tsukki and Kuroo are known for their snide (and often unwarranted) remarks on and off the court, so I am SURE there will be some iconic back-and-forth moments between them. What I’d really love to see is for Tsukki to be the one to initiate a little argument and dish out a few quips at Kuroo’s expense.
6.) Tsukki spiking pastone of Kuroo’s blocks THIS would be interesting to see. If you remember back to the training camp Tsukki and Hinata attended, Tsukki had to grow accustomed to Koganegawa’s super-high sets. He was basically forced into reaching his full potential (literally) and Kageyama later caught wind of this new ability of his, too. In the attempts he has made with Kageyama so far, we have learned that it is extremely successful when it works, but also very taxing on his stamina. (last minute edit: SCREAMING OVER THE NEW CHAPTER AHHHHHHASLKDFJASDKFAAS.DFK) I hope that they are able to whip out one of these above-the-block spikes during this match, taking Kuroo completely by surprise!!
7.) Genuine, shared admiration I hate that this one might be the most far-fetched for actual canon story-line, given Tsukki’s natural distaste for expressing any sort of genuine, raw emotion, but MAN I need to see them admit the obvious respect they have for one another OUT LOUD. I think there is a good chance we could see this from Kuroo. He is so much more than just a provocation master. He genuinely cares for his friends and wants to see them do well. I really hope he expresses to Tsukki how proud he is of him. I know ALL of us are amazed by the growth he has experienced in these last few months…
*sniff* …so imagine how Kuroo will feel?? Kuroo, who basically took Tsukki under his wing, taught him everything he knows about the fundamentals of blocking, and watched on the sidelines as he began to transform into the blocker Kuroo KNEW he could be. Then we have Tsukki, who knows damn well that everything he has learned, he learned from Kuroo. Of course he got plenty of over-all volleyball pointers from Akaashi and Bokuto, but the one he sought after for blocking tips was Kuroo. We saw him observe Kuroo from the sidelines, take in his style, his form, and listen to his teaching. He saw the blocker he wanted to be in Kuroo, and now he can stand confidently in his new abilities in front of the person that helped him get there.
So, out of ALL of the things I mentioned in this very long, self-indulgent post, having Tsukki acknowledge Kuroo for the tremendous part he played in his development as a blocker would make me the absolute happiest.
I honestly, truly, cannot WAIT for this match. :’)
(A/N: Sorry about this, but the original request asked for the story to have something to do with living in Busan, but I didn’t really work that in as well as I probably should have…)
You clutched the small piece of paper tightly in your hands, the afternoon sun illuminating its dusty surface. Reading the words over a second time, you traced your finger tip across the graphite scribbles, smiling to yourself at the sentences they formed.
“(Y/N)! Meet us at the park after school on Friday! It’s the last time we’re all free to hang out before summer break! :)”
The handwriting was sloppy, thus not narrowing down the possible authors of the note. However, a tell-tale sign resided in the top corner of the piece of paper. A messy treble clef floating atop other, visibly erased treble clefs sat on the top of the page, meaning only one person could have written the note: Boo Seungkwan. That boy’s affinity for music could be seen from a mile away, and heard from at least three, since his prepubescent voice had a notable tendency to crack.
As you continued mindlessly skimming over the note, you noticed a small speck of red smeared under the message. You inferred this to be the blood of another prepubescent friend of yours; one who possessed the habit of biting his fingernails until the bled. It must’ve been Seungkwan who wrote the note and Hansol who stuck it in your locker.
They were such an unlikely duo and had such an odd dynamic, but however messy they were, they were your messes; your best friends.
You stashed the note in your locker again, flattening it under one of your many textbooks. As your incentives to get through the day multiplied, you scurried off to your next class with a newfound smile.
The school day ended quickly after that, and you found yourself searching for your usual walking buddy once more. From your position in front of the school, you heard the creak of the main doors being opened. You turned to see the person opening the doors, just in time to face Hansol and his friend Chan leisurely coming down the steps.
He acknowledged your presence with a nod, asking, “Hey, (Y/N), are you ready to go?”
“I’m ready whenever you’re done with your little date.” You replied with a jokingly snarky grin.
Chan let out a short chuckle as Hansol merely responded with the roll of his eyes. The two boys parted with some kind of special handshake at the foot of the stairs. Both you and Hansol bid goodbye to Chan with a wave afterwards, and the two of you watched him disappear into the summer haze.
Turning to Hansol, you noticed the abnormally wide smile on his face. You asked, “What’s with that grin?”
He seemed to snap out of his gaze, finally processing what you had said to him. It looked as if he was going to say something, but he cut himself off before doing so.
You teasingly added on, “Am I being replaced with him?”
Hansol laughed a sarcastic cackle in response, “Replace you? My bestest friend in the whole wide world?”
He squished his cheeks in his hands, batting his eyelashes in an attempt to be cute. This time, you were the one laughing, but genuinely, at your friend’s incredible ability to make himself look stupid.
The walk home was full of giggles as well, just as it usually was. Hansol and yourself had made it a habit of walking to and from school every day. It gave the both of you time to hang out and destress yourselves from the school day, in addition to just being convenient since you lived next door to each other.
It was true, ever since the last day of last year’s summer vacation, your life had never been the same. And it was all thanks to Choi Hansol. You would have never guessed that something as simple as living next door to someone could have impacted your life in such a drastic way.
He was like a one-man support group for you; helping you in school, listening to your problems, and always willing to chill if you needed a friend. You ended up spending so much time with him over the course of the school year that you became like another family member to him.
And of course, once you’ve known someone so intimately and for so long, it’s only natural to feel an icy shock when you find out that they have another best friend. But Hansol’s friend was so warm when you finally met him, that he singlehandedly managed to thaw you out from your state of shock. He embraced you like the sun’s rays to a lone icicle; the ice melting slowly until its cold is utterly replaced by warmth and light.
Hansol’s friend was none other than Boo Seungkwan.
Seungkwan was like the sun to Hansol’s moon. Indeed, they did seem like inverses of each other at first. But in reality, they were more like yin and yang: complete opposites of one another, but, each possessing a small bit of the other.
Seungkwan had a sunny disposition, and he had it all the time. However, both you and Hansol learned quickly, if one ever got too comfortable around him, they would be practically asking for a friendly jeer.
Hansol liked to make people think he was cold. He was shy anyway, so he simply played off his natural distaste for social interaction to make himself appear completely unapproachable. But, once he opened himself up to someone, he’d allow himself to be completely vulnerable, finally letting the sun within to shine through.
Seungkwan was a master at cracking Hansol’s locks. That was why you bonded so quickly with him, and it’s one of the reasons why your friendship lasted.
Now, it was almost the end of the school year. It was the second school year you’d spent in Hansol and Seungkwan’s school, and you prayed to every deity imaginable that it wouldn’t be the last. But, like a tree falling in an empty forest, some sounds can go unheard. Some prayers can go unanswered.
After you and Hansol went your separate ways in the hallway of the apartment building, you walked through the front door of your family’s apartment. You weren’t anticipating anything out of the ordinary to happen, which is why you were caught so off guard when your mother appeared in the living room, and the first thing she said to you was,
“Honey, we’re moving to London over the summer.”
Your expression immediately dropped, along with your backpack from your shoulder. The loud thump of your school supplies hitting the floor pulled you out of the dark spiral of dread that was starting to engulf you.
“We’re… Moving?” You repeated, hoping that your mother was just playing some kind of joke on you.
Instead of giving you the answer you wanted, she simply nodded, her expression just as melancholy as yours. Without saying another word, she walked out of the room, leaving you to contemplate the situation alone.
But on the contrary, not much contemplation ended up happening. You simply decided to go about the rest of the week like you normally would, hoping that somehow your mother would change her mind, or possibly that you were just dreaming.
However, you woke up the next day knowing that it wasn’t a dream. This was real, and there was only one day left before the school year came to an end. One day left before your friendship with Seungkwan and Hansol came to an end. But, you decided not to think see it through such bleak lenses. You decided to pretend everything was okay and wait until the very last second, until Friday at the park, to tell your best friends.
The rhythmic drumming of Hansol’s hand on the front door signaled that it was time to leave for school. You rushed to greet him, opening the door before he was finished knocking his pattern, thus causing his knuckles to nearly hit you in the face.
“Woah,” He began, “You almost let me punch you in the face. What’s the rush, (Y/N)? Are you suddenly excited to go to school?”
You laughed at his witty commentary, more than you would have if you hadn’t found out that you’d probably never see him again within two weeks.
“Are you okay?” He asked as you closed the door and started forward on the route to school.
“I’m fine,” You replied, your expression still worrisome to Hansol as it was particularly happy, “I’m just looking forward to tomorrow.”
“Oh, you mean our date with Seungkwan at the park?”
You chuckled at the fact that he used the term “date” so loosely. Hansol of all people. The kid who simply runs away whenever someone tries to confess to him.
“Yeah,” You answered, “I’m really excited to just take it easy and have fun this summer.”
“But consider this: are things ever relaxed with Boo Seungkwan? We’re talking about the kid who will literally sing back any relatively pitched sound.”
“I guess you have a point there. But he’s funny too.”
“Yeah. Funny looking.”
Once you arrived at school, you and Hansol split off to go to your respective classes. You weren’t in his class, but you were in Seungkwan’s, who always managed to brighten up any dull day.
There were a few minutes to spare before class started, so you plopped down in your seat and made yourself comfortable. Seungkwan strolled in after you, taking the seat next to yours.
“So, how is my bestest friend doing today?” He asked casually, but placing a cute emphasis on the word “bestest”.
“A lot worse as of now since you called me that.” You responded, playing angry by folding your arms and frowning.
“What? Can’t I make up a nickname for you?”
“Not when Hansol literally called me the same thing yesterday.”
“Hah! Oh, great minds think alike, you know.”
Unfortunately, your intellectual conversation with Seungkwan was cut short by the school bell. The teacher stood up for her desk and started teaching, and the rest of the day flew by like any other.
Finally, the big day came. It was Friday. The school day seemed to sprint out of your grasp, and as you wondered where it all went, your thought process was interrupted by something else that had you even more confused.
You came through the front door of your apartment, ready to throw down your backpack and rush to the park to meet Hansol and Seungkwan, but the couch that you would have thrown it onto was gone. The living room was completely empty.
Noting a faint sound in the corner of the room, you turned to find your mother stuffing something into a cardboard box.
“Mom?” You called out.
She stopped what she was doing to answer you, “Oh, (Y/N), you’re home.”
“Where’s all our furniture? All our stuff?”
“The movers took it all away. Honey, we have to go today. The flight would’ve been too expensive if we booked it for next month. I know it’s sudden, but we have to go.”
“We’re leaving right now?”
“I’m afraid so. The movers already packed up everything in your room, so let me just finish packing this box, then we’ll go.”
Your shoulders sunk and your face was sullen; an accurate representation of how you felt on the inside too. For the last time, you walked out the door of the apartment, leaving it, Seungkwan, and Hansol behind.
“(Y/N)!” You heard.
You came out of your trance to find your friend standing before you, waving her hands in front of your face.
“Are you okay?” She asked.
“I’m fine.” You replied.
“Good, because we’re next.”
You looked around at your surroundings, it was indeed the same hall she’d taken you to earlier in the day, and you were indeed still there. You remembered the small piece of paper in your hand. Holding it up to your eyes, you peered at the face in the photo again.
How could one face have brought back so many memories?
“Hey,” You began, nudging your friend’s shoulder, “What was this guy’s name again?”
Your friend couldn’t make time to answer. Instead, she was cut off by a shrill voice that shouted, “Next fan!”
Your friend grabbed you lightly by the elbow, allowing you to follow her to the long table, at which thirteen boys sat. Each of them were busy either talking to a fan, talking to staff, or signing something for a fan. Each of them except the one sitting on the end. He was sat patiently awaiting you and your friend to approach him.
“Hello!” Your friend greeted, cheerfully.
“Hi there!” The boy responded, in perfect English.
You said nothing and simply bowed to him as a gesture of respect. You expected a bow back, or at least a wave, but the boy did neither. He just stared at you, studying your face. After a while, he seemed to snap himself out of it and hurriedly scribbled something on your friend’s CD. She had also given him an index card with a multiple choice question on it, something she heard was quite common for fans to give to idols at fansigns. He hastily wrote something on that too, and handed it back to her with a smile.
As you and your friend were pushed along the line of good-looking boys, none of them really caught your attention like the first one, with the exception of the very last boy. He sat on the opposite end of the table as the boy who stared at you. Though, he ended up staring at you too.
He quickly finished signing your friend’s CD and answering her multiple choice question, and still had time to spare to chat with her for a moment. Although, as her conversed with her, his gaze never seemed to leave you. For a while, it looked as if he wanted to say something to you too, but you and your friend were forced off the line before he could.
When the fansign was over, you and your friend left the venue together, peaking at the questions that the boys answered. As the both of you flipped through them, everything looked normal, but the first index card had an extra little note on it.
“(Y/N)! Is that really you? Let’s finally have that date with Seungkwan, okay? We’ll be here all day, so wait for us in the venue at 9! :)”
“What is this, (Y/N)? Do you know Vernon?”
You found yourself ignoring your friend’s question, as you had your own question which desperately needed to be answered. Nearly tearing the pile of index cards out of her hand, you looked through them all, in search of the index card from the last boy.
Sure enough, it had the same treble clef drawn in the corner. And sure enough, you still had the same best friends from childhood.
Summary: It is a truth universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife. You are certain, however, that Mr. Miranda has no such intentions.
You had the great displeasure of meeting one Lin-Manuel Miranda at a party, of all places.
It wasn’t love at first sight. It was hardly even love at all. He was cold, biting, and you disliked him instantly, despite the warnings of your dear sister about character, about the way a man grows cold from loneliness. Mr. Miranda felt no contempt at his pride, and he made you all too eager to revel in your prejudice. Judgement is an easy thing to pass, after all, and theres something to said about the assuredness of a hatred well founded.
You might, had you known of all that would transpire, had stayed home that night, read a book by the fire in the dying light, made an attempt to deny the inevitable misfortune that was becoming an acquaintance of Mr. Miranda. Luck, however, was not your lady. Prejudice was your downfall, but fate was a twisted mistress, and so you went. Secure in the notion of a night of fun, of bright lights and a little bit of laughter.
It began with a dance.
Or, perhaps, the lack of one.
“Have you heard?”
“I’m sorry?” you spoke, words muffled from behind the pages of your novel, “Have I heard what?”
“Someone has bought Netherfield!”
You looked up at that, peering up at your sister from between the pages of your book, curious.
“Are you certain?”
“Oh, yes,” Lydia said, giggling behind her hand, “Mother is all in a tizzy about it. Says he’s well endowed!”
“In what way?” Mary mocked, voice low and teasing.
“Mary!” Kitty spoke, scandalized.
The continued this way for a while, bickering good-naturedly as the sky grew dark, twilight settling easily upon Hertfordshire.
With the house returned to its usual chaos, you buried yourself again in your book, lost between the pages of Jane Eyre as your sisters squabbled.
All was well.
“You look beautiful,” Jasmine spoke, eyes brimming as she pinned your hair.
“Not as beautiful as you.”
The words were quiet, hushed in the confines of your bedroom, and you embraced her, holding her close, illuminated by the steady flicker of candlelight.
“You’ll have everyone begging for a dance, my dear sister, just you wait.”
“I think you are confusing the two of us again,” you giggled, brushing your hands down your skirt, smoothing imaginary wrinkles as Jasmine pinned the last strand of hair in place.
The house was perfectly still, silent for just a moment, and you reveled in it, the steady warmth brimming in your chest at the night, still young, and so full of possibility. Your sister stood beside you, humming as she laced your dress, and you suppose you could feel it there, the steady thrum just under your skin, heart knocking against your ribcage, the knowledge that perhaps something was changing.
“Girls! We must hurry! All the men will have found wives by the time we arrive!”
You rolled your eyes. At least some things will always stay the same.
Parties were a grand occasion in a town as small as Hertfordshire, and well regarded, for the prospect of meeting someone important was almost certain, though you do suppose you had met very little people in your life who you would consider to be truly important. Parties were simply an opportunity, a moment of fun in a too small town, and you held them with high esteem.
“Come dance with me,” Renee spoke loudly, shouting to be heard over the chatter of the ballroom.
“That would be improper, Ms. Goldsberry,” you teased, finger waggling.
She moved to speak, but before she could, the doors were thrown open, and in their place stood three people, gentlemen and woman of high stature. They held an air of confidence about them, one of young men and women most assured in their standing, and there was no need to speculate as to whom the new arrivals may be.
“The one in the middle is Mr. Ramos. He’s the one who’s bought the estate. The woman on his left, Caroline, is his sister.”
“And the man on his right?” you said, bodies pressed close as you spoke, voices hushed in the newfound silence of the ballroom.
“Mr. Miranda. A friend of his, I’ve heard.”
And so it began.
“Would you care to dance, Mr. Miranda?”
Your eyes glanced out into the ballroom, and you caught a glimpse of your sister, dress whirling about her ankles as she danced, hand in hand with Mr. Ramos.
The quick nature of which your distaste settled over you was shocking, and you bit your tongue, too proud in your good standing to be crass.
“Do have a pleasant evening then, Mr. Miranda.”
You did not stop to ponder whether or not such a statement could be possible, alone in the corner, at a ball in which he chose not to dance. Instead, you merely slipped away, back to the ballroom, too eager to partake in the excitement. And so you danced, and you laughed, and you danced some more, remarking on what a what a wonderful thing it is, to have nothing to do, and everyone to share it with. Mr. Miranda, looming in the corner, should never know the delight in such a fine pursuit as happiness for the sake of happiness.
The saddest part is, perhaps you were right.
“I’ve never seen so many pretty girls in my life!”
“You’re dancing with the only tolerable girl in the room,” Mr. Miranda spoke evenly, eager to dismiss the matter.
“I must profess, the eldest Ms. Bennet is the most beautiful creature my eyes have ever beheld,” Mr. Ramos spoke, looking besotted, “But her sister is very agreeable, no?”
“She alright, I suppose. Not handsome enough to tempt me.”
This is set between the arrival on Sharktooth Isle and the
appearance of Yvonne. Just an FYI- it’s been a while since I’ve sat down and actually
written anything, so I’m pretty rusty and have no doubt this piece will show
that. But I’ll give it the ole college try anyway. My MC’s name is Taylor.
Personal rant, really no reason to this since I try* to stay away from negative content in the Naruto fandom, as much as I can even tho I constantly fail.
Anti Naruto//Sakura content from Pro SasukeStans i can actually get and shit you are so free to take any stance if ya want but … There is usually an indifference to Sasuke’s own feelings that is always underscored in the rhetoric I see. It’s usually along the lines that Sasuke is being abused, stalked and harassed by Sakura and Naruto and it never really diverts into Sasuke’s own destructive behaviors (this isn’t anti Sasuke, it’s honest, Sasuke has experienced horrible trauma w/ pretty much zero positive coping mechanisms, therapy and/or support and essentially bonds do not equal support for your mental illness if they are kept on the back burner. Not to mention his best friend is just as wounded as he is and even so they still found some peace with one another?
Sasuke even compares his depth of feeling and admiration to Naruto to Itachi, the focus of his world as a child and young adult, so we can dismiss the concept that Sasuke hated Naruto, saw him as only a rival and an obstacle to shovel out of his way. This goes back to the Land of Waves Arc, where he chose Naruto’s life over vengeance, his sole purpose at the time.
Before leaving he thanks Sakura, quite tenderly, and she gets a lot of heat for trying to prevent him from leaving. But like I guess if someone I loved was basically going to join a fucking cult I should let them express themselves, I should totally allow them to wander off even with knowledge they are not well and are suffering from some weird ass mark that makes them kinder crazy.
Sakura, herself had seen the way the mark took its toll on Sasuke and did her best to prevent him from succumbing to it, because Team 7 knows Sasuke is not a killer, he’s not inherently violent, he’s an Avenger.
Either Sakura doesn’t do enough, she’s manipulative or it’s Naruto being possessive and doing too much. She’snot Naruto, she’s not going to physically fight him because that’s literally never been their way of communicating - that’s a SNS thing.
Is Naruto and Sasuke’s way of “communicating through fists” healthy and romantic and sosososososososo awesome ?
Short answer: N O Are they both active participants in this and neither one is in the position of abuser and victim? Y E S But either way, it does become a genuine link for them to display their deepest insecurities and feelings towards one another. Whether we like it or not, it’s a part of their way of expressing themselves to one another.
This was the way they painted what their bond truly meant to one another
at the end of the day, through the fucking nit and grit and blood -
they were in essence, still those lonely, heartbroken kids at a
swingset, and sitting by lake.
Then comes the concept of Naruto and Sakura robbing Sasuke of his personal freedoms and harassing him to justify any means to their own end, without taking Sasuke’s feelings into regard. I hear you I do, Sasuke has every reason in his arsenal to take every course of action he did, I can read into every argument that justifies Sasuke’s behavior because I sympathize and would probably take a Hobbes, Leviathan approach to that kind of world experience too. No fuking j ooke s, But are Sakura and Naruto suppose to suppress their own selves in order to appease Sasuke?
Ya sure like Vote Sasuke when that includes my DEATH and the death of Gaara and the other Kage? (ya i singled gaara out, sue me) and for Sakura, is she to stand idly by while Sasuke assumes the role of darkness? I’m sorry but you can’t tell me you would want this for someone you loved. Maybe don’t agree with how they went about their ways, but are you legit gonna tell me they should of left Sasuke alone????like . wat. ? Then comes the argument that yes they should have, like Team Taka they should have LET THEMSELVES BE STABBED.
Because Sasuke and his struggle and revenge are all that matters? Fuck Karin.
Also isn’t this such a good look? Ya, mate, he should be fine.
So let’s ignore his natural distaste for senseless killing and let him continue to hurt himself. Even though Sasuke has mentioned, in no uncertain terms, that team 7 is his precious family, the ones he once again made bonds with, and in return they loved him as well? It was never one sided?
That’s a tenderness, a love and a deep connection he has with both of them, and it was earned through their devotion and loyalty and earnest conviction that they could make him happy again??
You all right tho, he looks really defeated. Smh he is totally smiling, like he has finally been freed of a certain ache and now can seal a chapter of his life and move to something new (I don’t necessarily approve nor like what comes after this part myself [i.e imprisonment and redemption arcs] but at this moment you can’t tell me Sasuke isn’t happy.)
Doubt Anon: That's why I love Wally and Dick's friendship in Rebirth right now (similar to how I like Damian and Jon's). They're a duo (what I wouldn't give for a Brave and Bold miniseries for them) who are complete equals that are totally open and trusting with each other. I hc Damian has a natural distaste for Wally out of jealously because Dick treats the speedster like a equal and shows him sides he won't to Damian. On the flip side Dick adores Jon and Damian is secretly happy about it.
Aw, you’re speaking to my heart. Their friendship is so pure that it clears my skin, waters my crops and does all the other beautiful things of that meme that I don’t remember.
And yeah, I’m pretty sure Damian is basically Wally’s nemesis when it comes to Dick, he’s so jealous and poor Wally probably gets at least a few threats per day. Dick probably finds it cute.
sorry to be on an original post streak but…. “bad” weather is literally the best weather, excluding destructive/inconviencing storms/weather and natural distasters. rain until its the only thing i can smell. snow until i have to bundle to stay warm. storm and storm and let me hear all the rain and rustling. hell yeah
Imagine attempting to cook Legolas elvish food to try to make him feel more at home. Naturally, it’s a huge distaster because you can’t cook to save your life, but you can tell that he was touched by the kindness of the gesture.
Legolas: *sniffs air* can I smell burning?
You: *eyes widen* shit shit shit *run towards kitchen*
Hi! I love your blog! I am writing a story that it set within a natural distaster, with building being damaged, cars crashing etc have you any tips on how to describe these sort of events to surprise the audience without repeating myself? Thank you =) — embracethenerd2012
With any natural disaster, you have to research the specifics of the disaster itself. There’s a lot of things that don’t make it to action movies (particularly when it comes to senses - smells and tastes) because they’re not action dramatic, but they have just as much of an impact.
Look for accounts of the disaster you want. The difference between a tsunami and an earthquake may look the same in a movie, but they have hugely different impacts and consequences. You need to get the details of what sort of natural disaster you’re going for.
Don’t neglect all the senses. Things rot. Trash gets left out. Mold grows. Smell, taste, and touch are all going to be super important to convey. When you do your research, note down how these things are described.
Don’t forget ‘other’ disasters. Wildfires, droughts, landslides - fast or slow, these disasters have just as much of an impact as an earthquake or a tsunami. There’s also the fact that one problem is usually followed by another - a tsunami wipes out all the clean water, a landslide buries towns and destroys all roads in and out. You will have more to show your readers because there will be more to happen after the initial event.
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