Synchronizedside by side… lets stop and freeze time.
Go on close your eyes, recollect all of our memories. Let our
shadows form one silhouette for i’m praying you won’t forget me and all of our memories…Tears of our last goodbye.
The characters that arguably know Sasuke the best have all singled out Naruto
- Orochimaru and Kabuto made it a priority to learn about Sasuke and as soon as Orochimaru said something had been bothering him, Kabuto knew it was Naruto. Orochimaru then went on to say that Naruto (singularly) was changing Sasuke’s “goals and heart” and emphasized that he had to separate the two of them quickly because Naruto was so influential. They said absolutely nothing about Sakura.
- Itachi left Sasuke in Naruto’s hands, even entrusting him with Shisui’s eye. Itachi later said to Sasuke that he was no longer the one who could change him, referring to Naruto. He didn’t even know who Sakura was.
- Sakura said, after Sasuke first left the village, that only Naruto could stop him and bring him back to the village. He had to make her the “promise of a lifetime” because they both knew he was the only one who could have “saved” Sasuke.
- Kakashi acknowledged Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke but never seemed to think he returned them. He referred to Sasuke as the person who was “always in front of Naruto’s eyes” and compared the two of them to Hashirama and Madara.
- Gaara didn’t really know Sasuke but he could relate to him more than anyone besides Naruto and he also believed Naruto was the light in Sasuke’s life.
There are other characters who have mentioned the relationship between Naruto and Sasuke but I would say these are the most credible ones.
Why does Sakura tried to kill Sasuke? I haven't been fully understanding it, and it's been nagging me for awhile now. Your smart, so why did she tried to kill him?
Well, she had heard from Sai about how much suffering Naruto was apparently going through because of the Promise of a Lifetime, and felt very guilty as a result of this because from her perspective, she was majorly disappointed in herself for failing to realise how much trouble the promise had been causing Naruto all along.
Now obviously, with hindsight, we know that Sai had severely misinterpreted the situation and was giving Sakura a very false impression here, but at the time, Sakura wholly believed Sai’s words, and it affected her greatly:
But what really cut her deep, was Sai saying that even though Sasuke’s actions were causing Naruto to suffer, he thought that Sakura was indirectly causing Naruto just as much pain and suffering because of the burden of the promise:
And as if that wasn’t enough, Sakura would then hear from Shikamaru that the village had already deemed Sasuke a dead man, and were planning his execution because they couldn’t allow his transgressions to taint their relationships with the other hidden villages:
So Sakura thought to herself that seeing as how Sasuke was already as good as dead, she would take it upon herself to do the deed, not just because she loved him and wanted to save him from the darkness:
But also because it was her own way of atoning for the burden that she had apparently placed on Naruto which was causing him so much suffering. Sakura wanted to carry out Sasuke’s execution by her own hands, and she was fully prepared to face Naruto’s resentment as a result, because she thought that was what she deserved:
So yeah, that’s how Sakura came to the decision to kill Sasuke - She rationalised that because he had already been marked for death, she may as well do it herself, because she wanted to save the target she loved from a life of further misery, and wanted to atone for the suffering she caused her friend.
NH and SS fans love to say Hinata and Sakura are truly in love with Naruto and Sasuke respectively. But Naruto’s feelings for Sakura aren’t love or are gone. Sorry, but why are they gone? Cause Naruto decides that he doesn’t want to spend every moment of every day, repeating Sakura’s name. That he has more important things to do besides being obsessed. Sorry but like my friend Inferno180 likes to point out, we never had a scene that Naruto questions his feelings. And if you think that means Naruto doesn’t love Sakura, sorry but you’re reading the wrong series(I guessed already). In Naruto, if something isn’t talked about, but isn’t countered it means it’s still true. People questioned if Naruto wanted to be Hokage because he stopped talking about it for about an arc. Well he told Obito, being Hokage is still his dream. People thought Ino didn’t like Sasuke anymore because she didn’t think about him. Well she cried when she heard the order for his death. The dream proved she still likes him. We didn’t hear about her crush on Sai either after the Kakuzu and Hidan arc. But the dream proved, she likes him still too. So why are Naruto’s feelings different. Why when Kishi kept these feelings consistent, that he would screw up Naruto’s feelings.
Also why are Naruto’s feelings, a crush? A crush means they like the person. They want them to be happy and they want to together with them. But what makes love so different, so beautiful is the idea you would do ANYTHING to make them happy or safe. And Naruto DID that. When he heard how much Sakura liked Sasuke, he was heartbroken.
If that was all, it be just a crush. But he made a promise that he would bring Sasuke back, smiling. Naruto would give up his chance with Sakura, so she’ll be happy. He was willing to crush his happiness for hers. If you can’t understand how important that is, you don’t know love. I’ve never fallen in love, but even I can understand that, why can’t you? Stop using the promise of a lifetime to attack Sakura or say how NS is dead. The Promise of a Lifetime is one of the biggest developments for NaruSaku. It showed when Naruto’s feelings moved to love. It doesn’t mean Naruto gave up. he still asked for dates. That alone means he didn’t give up. Also if Sakura was so horrible, why did she cry harder and thank Naruto.
Yes, she begged for his help. But at that point what could she do. Shikamaru forbid her from coming, Kakashi was away. Naruto was their teammate and he was on the team. Do you want her to ignore her feelings? Sounds harsh for a “girl in true love”. She liked Sasuke, he was in danger and he left, she was 13. What do you expect. She’s not perfect. NO ONE is, so stop expecting her to be.
In fact, in my opinion Hinata’s feelings and Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke are crushes. They care and want them to be happy. But its obvious they think more of themselves then the object of affection themselves. Never once has Hinata thought of Naruto over herself. Each time she helped him, it never hurt her. She would never get hurt for being cheated on. She had multiple healing creams when she gave one to him, she never stood up for him, she doubted him. In 573, she heard Naruto was fighting the mastermind how did she react?
That was all. She didn’t think of helping Naruto, she didn’t even worry about him. Instead it was just about HER. Its always about her. And that’s why I hate her. For anyone saying “but she was willing to die for him”. So? It was obvious that during her confession, she was only doing it for herself. She didn’t call for help, she didn’t try to break the blades, she ran for a suicide attack. She had all of Katsuyu’s info, she saw the fight, she KNOWS her approach was STUPID. Sacrificing your life is not the epitome of being in love. What matters is your motives, and Hinata’s was pure selfishness.
Same for Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke. It was just a schoolgirl crush at first. It did mature, but at the end it was still a crush. During her confession, she obviously couldn’t actually do everything for Sasuke otherwise, why did she scream this
“If you take one more step, I’ll start screaming”, she never planned of letting him leave or even leaving her home. Sorry actions speak louder than words. Her confession was saying without him, even with her family, friends and rest of Team 7 she’ll be lonely. Not the best thing to say to an orphan.
So if Naruto’s feelings are love and Hinata’s feelings and Sakura’s for Sasuke are a crush. Why do I support NaruSaku? Because I only support Naruto. NO. Because I saw NaruSaku has a chance. And I was right. Because I can say with 100% certainty Sakura loves Naruto more than Hinata does and ever will. Like Naruto, Sakura has been willing to sacrifice for him.
She was willing to put her life on the line and willing to lose her friendship with Naruto so he would be safe. She hated lying to him, but she did it to keep him safe. The idea of Naruto being in pain cause her to cry
She trusted him, she supported him, she knows him.
Why should we support NaruHina or SasuSaku anyway? Because Hinata would be sad, because Sakura is still a Sasuke fangirl. Well so 1, Hinata is a side character, plenty of side characters get their hearts broken. In fact see Air Gear, Ikki(main character) chose Ringo(female lead). Kururu(side character) lost and she was the favorite choice in the fandom. 2, That isn’t Sakura. That hasn’t been Sakura since the early parts of the Chunin exams. Accept her character development.
If 615 was NaruHina big canon moment. Why couldn’t Hinata reach Naruto
But Sakura could speak for him
When Sakura interacts with Sasuke, she looks like this
But when Naruto looks talks to her. She does this
Why should I support NH when Hinata doesn’t understand Naruto? Why should I support SS when Sasuke turns Sakura into Hinata? I support NS because Sakura understand Naruto and because around Naruto, Sakura is herself and Naruto is happy for it. I don’t care if you call me bias. Because I am bias. EVERYONE IS BIASED. If I wasn’t, I’d be a computer. But I try to be objective and that’s why I ship NS. It makes sense, unlike the horribly done NH or the disgusting SS. If you ship NH or SS good for you. But stop twisting facts.
A/N: This piece is going to be more than just about the angst and the fluff, it’s about addressing a serious issue in both my own life and society; an issue that seems to carry a stigma that prevents one from talking about it without shame. Now I started writing because it was the only time where I felt like I had true control over anything, over myself- over life. It’s honestly the reason I’m still alive sometimes. (Super dark, I’m sorry.) I have had an eating disorder for years now, and this is possibly the first time I’m publishing a story where I properly address that because I feel like Tumblr is a safe space and perhaps there is someone reading who will find comfort in my words and seek the help that I, too, am afraid to seek. First of all, you are not alone. Secondly, I know how scary it is. Thirdly, we are beautiful despite how often our reflection tell us we are not. Lastly, you are worthy and you deserve a love like this. Why am I writing this now, while I’m on my holiday having the time of my life? Because mental disorders don’t stop when you’re on holiday, and they don’t stop when you’re working, or studying for a major exam. I just want those who are suffering from this, or depression, or anxiety to know that I am with them always. ❤️
You tapped your pen anxiously against the table as you reread your food diary entry for the day. All the while you could hear the voices in your head telling you that “it’s too much”, that “you failed”, that you needed to “do better” and “be better”, and the harder you tried to ignore said voices, the louder they got. You lowered your pen and closed your notebook, taking slow breaths as your eyelids blackened your vision. You were okay, there was always tomorrow. You could eat less tomorrow; you’d succeed tomorrow; you’d be better and do better tomorrow.
You broke from your concentration when you heard Chris come through the front door, calling out to you. “Babe, I’m home!” Relief escaped your lungs as if he were the only thing capable of saving you from yourself. You returned yourself to your bittersweet reality, stowing your food diary in your top desk drawer where it lived with all your other notebooks; all filled with your thoughts, both blissful and pained.
“Hey you,” Chris smiled at you when you entered the kitchen. You managed one back, despite how tired and heartbroken you were; Chris noticed, but he said nothing knowing it would cause you to break down if he asked. “How was your day?” He asked as you forced your way into his arms, burying your face in his chest.
“Same old,” you mumbled, appreciating how comforting his touch was. He stroked your back gently, peppering soft kisses onto the top of your head. “How was yours?” You quizzed, glancing up at him for a moment before pressing your face back into his chest. God, he smelt so good; he smelt more than just his refreshing cologne, he smelt like warmth and kindness and happiness. He smelt like a dose of everything you needed after the day you had.
“Better now that I’m with my girl,” he smiled, giving you a tight squeeze before he released you. You leaned against the island counter while Chris proceeded to unpack the small bag of groceries he’d brought back with him. “So I’ve been thinking,” he glanced back at you, feeling his heart ache at the sight of your tired eyes. “Why don’t we go away for the weekend? We can rent a cabin, go immerse ourselves in the quiet forest. It’ll be nice, don’t you think?”
You knew Chris only suggested going out to a cabin when he was worried about you. It didn’t start out like that, it started off as a getaway where the two of you could spend some time alone without modern technology and people getting in the way. But over the years, it’d become a retreat where one could rid oneself of all the stress, and the emotional dread, and the weight of the world that was on one’s shoulders; that one being you, and occasionally Chris when he was having a particularly stressful time. It was a nice place to be because you wouldn’t have anything to stress and trigger you; you could just exist, drinking the calm and the quiet that Mother Nature provided. But it was also a horrible place to be because Chris would take that opportunity to talk to you, to worry and fuss about you, to love you with a love that you didn’t feel like you deserve, and unlike the city, you’d have no where, nothing, and no one to hide behind.
“I don’t know,” your fingers played with your right earlobe; a nervous tick Chris had deciphered over the years. “I feel like this isn’t a good time. You’re busy with work and I’m busy with work- I don’t think now’s a good time to have a getaway.”
“I think it’s because we’re so busy that we need a getaway,” he countered. “We can’t keep working ourselves to the bone, Y/N.” Especially not mentally, he thought but he didn’t say out loud. “I’m about to leave for Infinity War, now’s a good a time as any for us to have some alone time.” You let out a quiet sigh, but stopped arguing because you knew from Chris’ firm tone that saying no wasn’t an option. “Pack a bag, okay?” He kissed your cheek and you nodded with a forced smile. “We’ll leave in the morning.”
• • • • • • • •
The car ride out to the cabin wasn’t as bubbly as your usual car rides together; there was a fog of emotions, but happiness wasn’t one of them. You didn’t sing or joke, and you most definitely didn’t eat anything. It broke Chris’ heart to see you like this, and it broke yours to see what you were doing to him. It was actually your biggest fear to hurt him the way you were which was why you rejected him when he asked you out the first few times. He had this light in his eyes that you didn’t want to kill with your dark, you’d done enough of that over the course of your existence.
You’d lost friends, and boyfriends, and even some members of your family- you didn’t want to invest in another person only to lose them too. But Chris was persistent. He respected your decision to not be with him romantically, but remained in your life as a friend. A very good friend- a best friend that you couldn’t help but fall in-love with. He was the perfect man, he cared for you and loved you unconditionally. Even after finding out about what you suffered from, he didn’t go anywhere. He was one of the few who promised you a lifetime and actually proved he’d keep his promise, and so you let your walls down and allowed him into your life as your romantic partner.
Two and a half years later, after dozens of panic attacks and days where you’d avoid food altogether, you were still with him and he was as in-love with you as the first time he saw you. Till this day you didn’t understand why, because to you, you were unlovable. But that wasn’t how Chris saw you, he knew you weren’t your disorders; you were intelligent, and talented, and strong, and beautiful, and resilient. He loved you because of all that, but most of all, he loved you because you remained kind despite the constant hell you were dragged through. You may not have seen what he saw, but you were every bit the girl you aspired to be, and until you saw yourself in that same light- he wasn’t going to stop working you towards that.
“Hey.” You turned away from the window when Chris reached for your hand and pulled it onto his lap as he gave it a light squeeze. “What are you thinking about?” He asked then lifted your hand to his lips, kissing your knuckles. You felt your lips quirk into a smile; that was an act of affection you’d never get tired of.
“Nothing,” you shook your head.
“Do you want to know what I’m thinking about?” He quizzed and you nodded. “How much I love you.” He threw a grin your way and you managed a laugh; he smiled because that was what he loved to hear. “You make me feel like I’m the luckiest man on the planet everyday, Y/N.” He forced himself not to well up when he saw you did. “Everyday,” he repeated in a firmer tone.
“I feel the same way about you, Chris,” you squeezed his hand and smiled. “I love you to a point where you could easily ruin me,” you admitted under your breath as you pulled your hand from his. You didn’t mean for Chris to hear it, but he did and he understood it. It was the same for him; you were going to be someone he’d never get over if he was ever unlucky enough to lose you.
“I’m never going anywhere,” he glanced at you as you closed your eyes, pretending to drift off. “You know that, right?” He waited for an answer, but he didn’t get one. “I’m planning to spend the rest of my life with you, sweetheart.” He said as he came to a stop at a red light. He leaned over the gearbox and kissed the side of your head gently, whispering as he pulled away, “don’t you worry.”
• • • • • • • •
Chris watched you over the table as you unconsciously stared at your food. You were so used to contemplating the pros and cons of consuming anything that you didn’t even realize you were doing it until you called yourself out. It was incredibly heartbreaking for Chris to see that you couldn’t even do what humans were meant to do in order to survive without first spending hours fighting yourself on it. The motto you lived by: eating is a choice, not a necessity.
You had good days where you could eat and not feel like your entire world was falling apart, then you had bad days where you couldn’t even eat a salad without feeling like you needed to throw it back up. It was so fickle that you didn’t know if you were actually suffering from an eating disorder, or if you were just a health nut who wanted to look good. But no health nut would do what you constantly did to yourself, there was something definitely wrong with you.
Chris could still remember when he first confronted you about it, it was probably one of the hardest things he’d ever had to do. You weren’t dating when he found out about your eating disorder, but he was already in-love with you so it didn’t stop his heart from shattering at the sounds of your cries. It didn’t seem like normal crying to him, it was as though he could hear your soul break. The pain you were in was immense but mental, and nothing he did could’ve taken it away. In that moment, seeing the love of his life bawl her eyes out, he thought he’d died and gone to hell.
“Are you going to eat that?” Chris asked gently.
“Um…” You looked up at him, your eyes glistened. “Yeah,” you forced a smile, “I am.” You picked up your knife and fork and poked at the roasted chicken breast on your plate before cutting a small piece and putting in into your mouth. “It’s good,” you mumbled after swallowing.
Now he didn’t want to push you, but his worry had reached the edge of the cliff. You needed to eat something and you needed to eat it now because he didn’t want you to get lightheaded or suffer from gastric pains again. “Y/N,” he began with a sigh.
“What?” You were frustrated with yourself and on the verge of crying. “I’m eating, aren’t I?”
“You have to try harder than that,” he told you. Both of you could both hear how worried he was for your physical and mental health, and that he was on the verge of crying too. “I know how difficult this-” he began but was cut off.
“I love you, Chris, but you don’t.” You shook your head as you rose to your feet, weeping as you did. “And I really don’t want to do this with you right now. Excuse me,” you walked out of the dining room and headed straight for the backdoor so you could take a walk and calm down.
The air was crisp outside. Actually, it was a lot colder than your unprotected body could endure. You wrapped your arms around yourself, rubbing warmth through your thin sweater. You heard the door open then heavy footsteps crunching towards you, you closed your eyes and fought the urge to cry as Chris draped your coat over your shoulders.
“I’m sorry,” he whispered, rubbing your arms. “You’re right, I don’t get it. If you’re not ready, then- you’re not ready.” Your shoulder shook gently as you cried as quietly as you could. “I can’t force recovery on you, I can just be here for you as you recover. I’m sorry, Y/N,” he repeated as he gently turned you around. “I’m really sorry, sweetheart.” He cupped your face in his hands and brushed away your tears, starting to cry himself. “I’m sorry you’re going through all this, I’m sorry you think you’re not beautiful because you are.”
“I’m broken, aren’t I?”
“No,” he shook his head then pulled you into his arms, holding you tightly against him. “You’re not broken, you’re just lost right now. But we’re going to get you out of this, okay?” He rubbed your back soothingly as you cried into his shoulder. “I promise you, this pain isn’t going to be forever.” He pulled back to take your face in his hands again, “and I always keep my promises, don’t I?” You nodded, sobbing. “So believe me, you’re going to be okay.”
“I love you,” you choked out as he pulled you back in for another hug.
“I love you too,” he whispered, clutching onto you as tightly as he could.
I have fallen to my knees As I sing a lullaby of pain I’m feeling broken in my melody As I sing to help the tears go away Then I remember the pledge you made to me
(Chorus) I know you’re always there To hear my every prayer inside I’m clinging to The promise of a lifetime I hear the words you say To never walk away from me and leave behind The promise of a lifetime
Will you help me fall apart Pick me up, take me in your arms Find my way back from the storm And you show me how to grow through the change I still remember the pledge you made to me
I am holding on to the hope I have inside With you I will stay through every day Putting my understanding aside I am comforted
Naruto: I’ll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves of life If you will marry me No scorching sun, Nor freezing cold Will stop me on my journey If you will promise me your heart And love me for eternity
Sakura: My dearest one my darling dear Your mighty words astound me But I’ve no need of mighty deeds When I feel your arms around me
Naruto: But I would bring you rings of gold I’d even sing you poetry And I would keep you from all harm If you would stay beside me
Sakura: I have no use for rings of gold I care not for your poetry I only want your hand to hold I only want you near me
BOTH: To love to kiss to sweetly hold For the dancing and the dreaming Through all life’s sorrows and delights I’ll keep your love inside me I’ll swim and sail on savage seas With never a fear of drowning And gladly ride the waves of life If you will marry me
“For the dancing and the dreaming” from How to train your dragon 2 (x)
I just watched HTTYD2 with my mum the other day and I can’t help but think of naruto and sakura singing (and maybe dancing) to this.
I wanted to post this for narusaku week unfortunately I just had an operation so.. yeah I tried to finish this as fast as I could.
If any of you guys want to take a listen to the song I posted the link above although it’s just a cover song (IT’S AMAZING!)
there were times i had wholeheartedly sunken myself into islam, ‘submitting’ completely and trying my best to follow the teachings, better myself, be sincere blah etc. but no matter how much i tried, it never sat perfectly well with me. i had so many questions and all of the answers when i asked came back to ‘yes, but allah is god, he created us and he knows best, so don’t question his eternal wisdom’. and i’d say okay, well i’m already believing in a god that i can’t see, i already have faith in a being i have no evidence of, let me just follow whatever he says to do and maybe one day the benefits will be clear. but my conscience would never let me. if allah said all humans are equal and they are only better than each other in terms of their worship of god, how much more and better they do etc, then why, why are men superior to women? they kept telling me ‘oh islam loves women, women are powerful in islam’
but why are men the guardians of women if women are so powerful? why is their inheritance worth less than their male counterparts? why are the dress codes much different -and harsher- for women? why is women’s testimony a joke? because a woman’s testimony counting as less than man’s even by a minuscule is a joke to me, a demeaning one. as if women do not have rational minds. as if women cannot even trust their brains. as if women are more mindless animals than rational, thinking humans. why can men have more than one wife? i always asked my mom and she told me i would make a very jealous wife. but why? why shouldn’t i want the person who has promised to spend their lifetime with me all to myself? why should i have to share? why does allah endorse men’s infidelity? my mom told me that men are more prone to committing zina because their sexual drive is higher than women’s and having more than one wife available to a man at any given time would make a him less likely to commit zina. to be honest, this broke my young heart. to think that my religion would condone my husband cheating on me and i would have to be pious and pretty, even smile at my co wife. how demeaning. how belittling.
why does allah endorse rape? by bringing forth this twisted perspective that men cannot control their sexual urges - and like an animal- need to mate immediately they feel them, makes it seem like it’s okay for men to use women as a vessel for their pleasure. for their carnal needs and nothing more. why is it that this beloved religion portrays women as nothing more children-bearing-house-keeping-pleasure-giving-weak-willed-vessels to be controlled by men? that a woman’s place does not go beyond the four walls of a home-cell. passed down from man to man in her lifetime, from her father then to a demon disguised as a husband whom she must answer to, as if he is her saving grace and obedience to him will lead her to god? in fact, islam continually broke my heart. it is a sin to be a ‘bad wife’. but islam says that i must obey my husband because he is my guardian. that when i get married, my husband has the most rights over me, even more so than my father. are two people in a marriage not equal? that i cannot argue with my husband because we are both human and equal and my opinion is not less than his? that if i deny him sex, i will be cursed by angels? am i only a pleasure giving vessel?
it seemed to me that islam was all about submission but it would be better for you if you are a man because men are above women and children. the teachings of islam in terms of women is one i can go on about for days, and it seemed i was going to settle for a life of oppression at the hands of men, endorsed by god almighty so i could reach his perfect little heaven that i also may or may not reach for the slightest of things, even if i faced many trials and tribulations…
god said that he created man with a rational mind so he can think for himself, unlike animals. but why is questioning islam and allah a sin? why is questioning anything about this perfect religion a ticket to hell? and god said that he is the one that shows people the right path and he is also the one that leads them astray. so if he is merciful and loving and benign, then why, why would he create a burning pit of torture? if you are a god at all, why would you create a hell for your subjects if you really are merciful and forgiving? unless you are a bored, narcissistic jerk who wants his balls licked? why would you let people die unjustly in war, let children be blown to bits and die of starvation? why would you let the miseries of the world happen if you had the power to stop them? you mean to tell me that allah is all powerful, there is nothing he cannot do yet he lets people suffer in the most wretched of ways? why does this god who promotes goodness and the spirit of good actions not do anything about the sufferings he can help? what does he do on his throne in heaven, close his eyes and listen to the praises he’s being bestowed and ignore everything else? wtf? what a jerk???
submitting to islam is giving up on life. and i realized that was what i was submitting to. a life of oppression, unhappiness, misogyny, disrespect, mistreatment, silence, anguish. that’s what islam is. it’s like islam was concocted by some elites who wanted most people to suffer in a half-life, sacrificing and submitting with the promise that good things were yet to come in an afterlife, only for the elites to stay powerful and fulfilled and the rest oppressed.or maybe islam was made up by some of the most brilliant story-tellers, an impressive piecing together of bullshit. it makes sense that islam is man made. humans are brilliant at making things up. we love to engage our imaginations. but like all things human, surely there will be flaws. and if you see past the coat of ‘peace, loving, tolerant,’ bulllshit, you will see that islam is deeply flawed. horribly so.
Do you think Sakura was a Naruhina shipper in The Last?
Yeah, she definitely was. Allow me to paraphrase myself from a previous post of mine in order to demonstrate why I think that is.
In the 2 years that followed the war, Sakura and Hinata would grow rather close. Sakura was aware of how much Hinata loved Naruto; she had seen it first hand when Hinata single-handedly protected him with her life from the biggest threat the village had seen since the attack by Kurama:
And subsequently told him of her feelings directly, just in case she wouldn’t survive her confrontation with Pain:
The look in Sakura’s eyes as she was healing Hinata, reminded me of the one in Naruto’s eyes just prior to him making the Promise of a Lifetime; it was one of empathy. Sakura saw how much Hinata loved Naruto, and (much like Naruto towards Sakura in Pt.1), She understood the pain of not having your feelings reach the object of your affection; she knew this well because of her own complicated situation with Sasuke:
Thus, as they grew closer after the war, Sakura would support Hinata in her endeavour to win Naruto’s heart, and would give her advice and words of encouragement whenever Hinata needed them, because as stated earlier, Sakura was very empathetic to her situation:
She would do the same for Naruto when he was deeply upset after he was under the false impression that Hinata chose Toneri over him. Sakura would express her delight that he was finally deeply in love, and assured him that there definitely had to be a reason for Hinata’s actions, because Sakura knew better than anybody how much Hinata loved Naruto:
She would then use her own deep love for Sasuke to further prove her point; because she truly believed that when a girl falls as deeply in love as herself and Hinata had done, her feelings wouldn’t change so easily:
(This was rather ironic, because this was essentially what Naruto was trying to tell Sakura during her fake confession to him, and now Sakura was telling both herself and Naruto this!)
Fortunately, Sakura’s efforts wouldn’t go to waste; Hinata’s feelings did manage to reach Naruto eventually, and they would become a couple and eventually marry, to which she obviously attended their wedding:
And just look at how happy Sakura is for them below. She was so pleased that Hinata’s feelings for Naruto finally reached him and were reciprocated in kind:
And she was just as pleased that her dear friend, who she’s been with through so much, was finally able to not only receive all the unconditional love that he was due, but also that he now had someone who would fill his empty home with the love and adulation that she knew he sorely needed, and someone who he could love with equal fervour. She was happy for Naruto and his new wife:
<<<May>>> “Tony, my love.” Steve bent over the bed, brushing a soft kiss onto his soulmates cheek. “I’m home.”
“Well then get your ass in bed.” Tony grumbled without opening his eyes and Steve chuckled and slid into bed behind him, only for Tony to yelp and scoot away.
“Cold clothes on the floor. Either be naked or be gone!”
“I missed you.” Steve couldn’t stop laughing even as he stripped quickly, crawling back under the covers. “Come here, honey, let me hold you.”
Tony rolled over instantly, opening his arms and cuddling as close he could, closing his eyes again and pressing his palm to Steve’s soulmark, smiling at the full body shudder his soldier gave. “Missed you. You were gone a long time this time. Irritating.”
“I’m getting closer.” Steve kissed him, holding him tighter. “Getting closer to Bucky. I’m sorry I was gone so long.”
“As long as you come home to me.”
“Always gonna come home to you, Tony.” Steve placed his hand over Tony’s soulmark and they lay contentedly for a few minutes, feeling the bond flowing between their bodies and hearts.
“So you got closer this ti–mmmph!” Tony startled when Steve grabbed him and hauled him up and over his lap, settling him firmly above him, wrapping thick arms around his waist and nearly smothering him with a kiss.
“Been gone two weeks.” Steve murmured. “Missed you, sweetheart.”
“I missed you too.” Tony couldn’t stop grinning, kissing Steve back enthusiastically, his fingers tracing the soulmark. “Glad you’re home.”
“Um…” Steve blushed just a little, which Tony found to be just the cutest.
“Um what, handsome?” He coaxed and Steve rubbed their noses together, lifting his hips a little so Tony could feel how ready he was.
“Want to show me how glad you are that I’m home?”
Tony grinned. “So much.”
He fished under the pillow for their lube, circling his fingers around both their cocks and slicking them up, thrusting lightly until Steve was tugging at his hair, scratching down his back, urging him up higher so he could get his fingers inside.
“Oh that’s good. That’s good good good, damn I missed you.” Tony was panting into Steve’s ear, rocking back against his hand. “Ready, I’m ready, come on.”
“Right here, sweetheart, right here.” Steve lifted him carefully and Tony reached between their bodies to line himself up, taking a deep breath and sinking down until their hips met, biting his lip from the stretch but oh damn the way those blue eyes glazed over and the helpless moan from Steve’s lips made it worth it.
“You fit me so perfectly.” Steve whispered. “Made for me. My soulmate, my heart.”
Tony pressed his face close to Steve’s chest, but Steve reached out and tilted his head up, swiping a tear away with his thumb. “My entire heart.” He emphasized and Tony sniffled a little.
“Stop making me cry and do something more fun with what’s between your legs.” Tony complained and Steve chuckled.