Long John Silver is not a man. Long John Silver is a cracked jaw, opening before an endless, cavernous pit. Long John Silver is a monster’s right hand – black with viscera, white with bone. Long John Silver is a rabid dog, held on a short leash by dead tyrant’s skeletal fist. Long John Silver is not a man. Long John Silver is a man.
- Feh is the cutest birb fight me
- CLIVE. I just wanted Clive honestly
- New arena for those hardcore people that doesn’t need a shitty ton of stamina to save my weak ass
- Tempest Trials can now host my sad looking level 7 heroes
- Bonus points for featured heroes even tho I never have those,,
- “there are over 150 heroes! But there are still over 200 different types of owls *phew* we’re still in the lead” CUTEST BIRD
- Happy Half-a-yeariversary
- Look! Cool shit!
- MORE ORBS
- Summer will never end. *Glances at new gauntlet…* Ever.
- 4* and 3* rates switched for limited time hohoho
- First Summon of a new box is fREE??? HMU???
- This is all a giant trick to keep you and drag your friends into FE hell
This was his third sleepless night in a row and
he couldn’t fucking take it anymore.
What the hell was that goddamned noise?
Whatever it was, he knew where it was coming
from: Bulma’s room, and he also knew he was dangerously close to killing that
annoying woman once and for all.
He finally got up, angrily picking up the boxers
that lay on the ground. The Saiyan had spent his entire life sleeping naked,
but ever since that time he’d made a late-night visit to the kitchen’s massive
fridge and he’d gotten caught by a very embarrassed blue haired scientist, he’d
made sure he was always dressed before leaving his bedroom.
The Prince walked through the corridor in the
dark, running his hand through his wild mane and irritably cursing under his
breath. Whatever experiment was taking place inside Bulma’s room was ending
tonight. One way or another…
Once he reached the woman’s bedroom, he
stopped, silently standing in front of the closed door.
Darling, maybe attraction is more than the way skin protects bones, more than the words folding veins into sentences we practice until your name sounds right, more than the seasons we’re always behind because my lips can’t kiss your shadow and stretch your breath into sheets we never have to change, more than smiles feigning the weight of your eyes - an eternal void my pulse can’t regulate without pulling the sun out of warmth housing viable options, more than revered ground reciting how to walk away, more than scenarios I find in my coffee, more than books I’ll never finish because I know how we end - italics never looked good on you, more than sunrises wanting to feel the cool imprint of the moons hand, more than running a stoplight to catch your laugh run another block. I know that if you can love me through this, you can love me through anything, for love shouldn’t need any metaphors to matter -
Wow FUCK that rude anon! I will FIGHT them I will VERBALLY ANNIHILATE them I will TEACH THEM FEMINIST THEORY i WILL
Destroy them with feminism!
I love you so much! You just don’t know! I get tired of people using looks to attack women. It’s old and unimaginative. I haven’t been called ugly since middle school and if I were younger, this might have hurt my feelings.
But I’m an adult. Like an adult adult. With a husband, a mortgage, and student loans. Anon can never hurt me as bad as medical bills and the monotony that comes with growing up. And that, folks, is why I run a ninja blog.
Title: Running late Prompt: Anniversary (Day 1) + Mission (Day 2) Rating: K+ Comments: first nh month fic, and first 2016 fic, yay!!
He was not going to make it.
No matter how fast he ran, he just wasn’t. There was
no way he could get to Konoha in less than an hour when he was just
exiting Suna. He needed at least five extra hours to make this trip,
and that only if he kept running at this speed, which was also
practically impossible unless he wanted to pass out of exhaustion by
the time he set foot inside Konoha.
Kurama, help me! he screamed in his mind as he
dashed through the desert, ignoring the heat seeping through his
jacket and the sand getting into his eyes.
What the hell do you want me to do, kid?
the tailed beast within him asked with annoyance. This is
your own fault. You were the one who accepted this mission, knowing
something important is happening tonight. If only you hadn’t been so
going to make it! I left at dawn, I got to Suna pretty early, and I
was supposed to leave at midday but I got distracted and-
Well, see? You
got distracted. So you
You damn old fox, I’m asking for a favor! Plus, I
got distracted for a good reason. Gaara was having trouble with some
villagers, and if I hadn’t done something, things would’ve gotten
Ugh. Alright. Here’s some chakra. But you’re still
probably not gonna make it, you know?
Shut up! I’ll definitely make it!
However, he wasn’t so sure. The sun was about to set
in the horizon, and the extra chakra surging through his body
increased his speed plenty, but not enough. He would still be
neededing at least three hours more. Otherwise, he would not make it
on time to meet Hinata on their date to celebrate their fist
anniversary. Or rather, he would be several hours late.