our weird love


“I’ve never really had a place to return to. It feels strange.”

“This place really feels like home today.”

Pompeii 18

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Sakura examined the sample read-out with a frown, still at a loss for most of the chemical composition. The only one she recognized was chlorine. She even pulled out a few of her old textbooks but none covered most of these items.

“Is it code?” Sakura muttered, nibbling thoughtfully at her pen.

The people at the lab had been reticent about procuring the results…they could have changed the names in the computer to mess with the read-out. To go that far…something dangerous was happening at the lake.

Sakura furrowed her brows, glaring down at the innocuous sheet of paper.

“Should I come back another time?” someone asked in an amused tone.

Sakura glanced up, blinking at the expanse of vivid green before her. Then her eyes focused in on the speaker. “Wasn’t your appointment at 9 this morning?”

Kakashi shrugged.

“It’s 2 in the afternoon,” Sakura said, unimpressed.

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So I was thinking back to something that happened in Grade 4, and realized I could see that kind of thing happening to Craig and Tweek.

Me and this other guy were left alone outside the classroom with our class guinea pig. I was a little freaked out by it, and the guy told me, “Hey it’s ok look how cute he is”, and laid down on the floor and put the guinea pig on his face. 2 seconds later it peed in his ear.

  • neurotypical: i love it when ppl get jealous!! it's so cute because it shows me that they care about me!! i love it when people get jealous over me!!
  • my bpd ass: you hung out with your other friend yesterday and i want to kill myself because you like them more than me
  • nt: what the fuck you're so toxic and manipulative why the fuck do you have to get so jealous??? god!!!!!! let me live my life!!!! you don't control me!!!

this is taking too long. maybe we should do your hypnotism-eye-voodoo thing to get them talking. yes, you would expect that sort of behavior from me, wouldn’t you?

steel-fixes-all  asked:

"I've come to understand that you've chosen to adopt a specimen of Felis catus. They tend to enjoy knocking things off of shelves, I've discovered. Lock up anything you don't want for it to potentially damage, and give it some other means of mental stimulation. It's worked thus far for my own cat."

If the news got to you then damn, my – cat – must have really caused a fuss.
I am currently trying to adapt the lab to their needs. That means, mostly, locking all possible explosives. This cat seems to have a certain – affinity with those. And I have found out food quite fills their boredom. I’m afraid to know what kind of – mental stimulation – you offered to your cat. Does your pet play sudoku? I wouldn’t expect anything less from someone living with you!
Mine does… scribble a lot. They’re into – graffiti.

things from my childhood I think about a lot
  • every day during recess we’d hold weddings
  • I started a gang called The Ducks that consisted of my friend, Chickie, her boyfriend, The Rooster, and me, Little Quack
  • I’d eat rocks to establish my dominance as I was a really small kid, eventually I became known as Survivor Girl and was going to win our school a million dollars by being on the show
  • I found a tiny grape and decided to keep it and watch it grow, so I put it on my windowsill and woke up to it being a raisin. It took years be able to eat a grape or raisin
  • my friend dated a tree and honestly it was my favourite of all her boyfriends
  • I got my head stuck in a fence
  • I opened an umbrella on a windy day and got lifted a foot into the air and started flying down the playground until my friends grabbed me
  • and my favourite; we held a grade six talent show and I convinced a (male) friend of mine to be Hannah Montana and the whole school thought I had actually gotten Hannah Montana to come to our school, so my friends and I played on it. The talent show came and he had his handmade dress, wig and makeup on (and for some reason he brought a motor cross glove, just one, to wear) and at the end of the show he performed with us as background dancers in Halloween costumes and then ripped off the wig saying “I’m not Hannah Montana, I’m Miley Cyrus” and I’ve never laughed harder or seen more little children cry
  • bonus: we only had eye shadow for makeup so we used it for everything, eyes, blush and lipstick, but we didn’t bring makeup remover so he had to wear the makeup for the rest of the school day, but the eye shadow was cheap and stained his lips from being on too long and his lips stayed purple for a few days