shoving your interests in our faces

one cannot have enough of cute and random aus so here have some more
  • “You’re the cute and quiet customer that frequents the coffee shop where I’m a barista and also where my rival barista works and we’re both fighting for your attention in increasingly creative and inconspicuous ways (making foam art, writing cheesy pick-up lines on your napkin etc. etc.)” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate who’s super cute and it’s the middle of the night and you’re cramming for your exams in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and it’s becoming increasingly hard for me not to kiss you” AU.
  • “You’re an Art student and I’m an English major and you keep stealing the papers for my assignment to doodle and I would kill you but you’re really cute and hey that’s actually a really nice sketch” AU.
  • “You’re the perpetual frowner in class and one day as I’m answering the teacher I intentionally make a very cheesy pun and I can hear crickets but you’re laughing out loud and that makes me feel very much accomplished” AU.
  • “The manager says the only reason the restaurant where we work at is popular is because people enjoy eating while watching our relentless flirting with each other but I swear to God we’re not flirting???” AU.
  • “I ditch prom to attend a local poetry slam and you’re also there and I never really noticed what a cute smile you have and hey do you maybe want to bond over our mutual love for ‘Howl’???” AU.
  • “You’re new in town and you seem very intimidating but as it turns out you have an awful sense of direction even with a map and you’re actually adorkable so here let me help you” AU.
  • “It’s Valentine’s Day and I’m single and you want to cheer me up but you can’t cook nor bake to save your life so you make me hot chocolate instead and it is delicious and I think I love you???” AU.
  • “It’s gym class and we’re playing volleyball and you spike really well and you manage to hit the ball square in my face and I think I’m bleeding and you’re apologizing profusely and it’s okay but you’re really cute so I guess I’ll take you up on that offer for coffee” AU.
  • “You’re the jerk-face customer that keeps on thumbing through their phone while ordering their drink so I exact revenge by spelling your name wrong on your cup and drawing phallic pictures on your coffee” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us to go shopping with them and it’s kind of awkward and now you’re pushing them around the mall in a shopping cart and you’re both screaming like excited children and I’m paying the cashier and pretending I don’t know either of you” AU.
  • “Our mutual friend invites us for Thanksgiving dinner with their other friends and now there’s a full-fledged food fight going on with potatoes and turkey flying everywhere and we’re both seeking refuge under the table whilst sharing a bag of chips that you brought (just in case)” AU.
  • “You and I are both baristas at a coffee shop and one day I step out of the café to take a break and walk in on you gleefully drawing phallic pictures on the chalkboard outside that no one pays attention to so what are you doing?” AU.
  • “You and I go out to a sushi bar and the sushi chef yells at you for being allergic to a particular kind of fish and now you’re crying and I’m trying to comfort you” AU.
  • “You and I are at a sushi restaurant and you’re continuously snagging sushi off the belt that I have to pay for and you don’t seem to be going to stop anytime soon but you look so cute when you’re eating with that smile on your face what the hell man” AU.
  • “The mailman constantly mixes up your home address and mine together and keeps on sending me your letters and packages and I’m sorry I look through them but your life seems very interesting as well as those books on black magic in one of your packages so wanna talk about it over a cup of coffee?” AU.
  • “We’re both strangers sitting in the same booth at an eatery because all the other booths are full and you’re drawing smiley faces on your plate with ketchup and wow your concentrated frown is cute” AU.
  • “It’s our mutual friend’s wedding and they keep shoving us into each other because we’re the only ones at the ceremony who are single” AU.
  • “You’re my roommate and it’s way past midnight and you’re talking about how Charles Dickens inspired prison reform and how the moon must feel insignificant because it borrows light from the sun and this is all very interesting but will you please shut up and go to sleep” AU.
  • “You’re actually a really friendly and chill vampire and at night you float around outside of my bedroom window to talk with me about the universe and stuff” AU.
  • “You’re going through my sketchbook and giving questioning looks and I swear to God I’m just a deranged artist and not a serial killer” AU.
  • “We live next door to each other and I can see you through the window while you’re dancing to your iPod in your flannel pajamas and disheveled hair and God you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I’ve been standing in line at the coffee shop for hours and you casually cut through for your drink but also buy me my favorite blend and now I’m not so sure what to make of you” AU.
  • “I’m sick so you make me chicken soup and I’m really grateful but I’ve also seen you read books on magical spells and potion-making so I’m not sure if I should drink your soup in case it turns me into a toad” AU.
  • “There’s a scrawny black cat in our neighborhood that hates everyone and everything but follows you around for some reason and I see you pet it and feed it fish fries are you a witch” AU
  • “I’m a perpetual frowner and most certainly not a morning person and I work part-time at a breakfast bar and your disheveled hair and content smile as you eat my waffles and scrambled eggs is the only thing that can get me to smile” AU.
  • “You’re the one in class who has tattoos all over their arms and piercings and everybody’s scared of you and one day I catch you watching cat videos and doodling in the middle of a lecture and wow you’re a dork” AU.
  • “I work part-time as a cashier at the local corner store and you come here regularly to shop and bond with me over the microwavable chicken bites so how about I take you out on a proper date instead?” AU.
  • “I’m the owner of a magic shop and you discover my magics one day when you walk in on my cat flying around inside the shop on a broom and now I have to take you in as my apprentice or turn you into a toad” AU.
  • “You’re the health-conscious med student and I’m the chain-smoking art student who’s also your barista and you leave me notes on smoking and lung health on your napkins and also a 20-page essay on lung cancer tucked under your saucer” AU.
  • “You’re a tea-lover yet you come to the coffee shop where I work at just to see my foam art and you give me hefty tips regularly so I’ve taken it upon myself to master the art of tea-making just for you” AU.
  • “I’m a fashion major and I’m working on my illustrations and maybe I’ve had too much coffee but I swear I just saw one of the mannequins move so here I am calling you in the middle of the night please help I’m scared” AU.
  • “You work at a fast food restaurant and as you hand me my food you lecture me for ruining my health what is this hypocrisy” AU.
  • “I’m egging a random person’s house to relieve stress and you join me and as it turns out the house belongs to your ex and now they are chasing us as well as the police and now we’re both in jail waiting to be bailed so um you wanna talk about it?” AU.
Jealous much ?

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Request: Hey :) can you do an imagine where me and cam are best friends and i kiss nash then cam gets jealous

“Ow, That hurt” you rubbed your arm where a punch just landed moments before.

“You’ll live” Cameron chuckled at your response to his punch. This was the usual relationship you had with him. You’ve been best friends for as long as either of you could remember. 

“You’re right, what’s a minute worth of pain to a year worth of pain to your pride, since you just got beaten by a girl once again.” You smirked. You were both playing Mario cart at Cameron’s apartment since you were bored. And typically you always won. Cameron rolled his eyes at your comment as he pressed okay to continue to the next level.

“Hey guys, whatcha doing?” a voice said behind the couch.

 “Mario Kart” You replied not even looking up which was at least a response since Cameron just gave a grunt. You both were super competitive and in the zone and had no time to look up from the intense game that lay on the screen before you. It most likely was Nash who lived with Cameron or one of the other guys who came to visit every so often. They always stop by unannounced. 

“Alright, I play winner” The seat beside you sunk down a little by the weight of the person causing you to glance who it was. Nash. But the split second your attention was diverted caused Cameron to seize the opportunity and throw a shell at you. One you were unable to dodge since your attention was somewhere else. 

“Oh c’mon, Seriously, I was distracted” you groaned, seeing that you lost to Cameron.

 “All’s fair in love and war” Cameron said taking the remote from your hands and handing it over to Nash’s eager ones. 

“I don’t think that’s how that quote goes” You replied but Cameron just shrugged at your response leaving you with your arms crossed. You sunk down into the couch awaiting your turn to beat cameron.

“Hey the boys and I are having a bonfire at the beach tonight, you should come (Y/N)” Nash spoke over the game. Cameron gave him a glance but it was so quick you wondered if you imagined it.

 “I don’t know, parties aren’t my scene” You replied. They weren’t really. You’ve been to a few sure and had some fun but you didn’t really like the atmosphere. It was all about who was drunk and who was the prettiest and who can who hook up with.

“Lie, you enjoy them” Cameron called you out his eyes never leaving the game.

“Can i bring (Y/F/N)?”

“Sure, the more the merrier, Dang Cam” Nash groaned at his defeat, finally looking at you and handing over the remote. 




“We’re going” (Y/F/N) replied over the phone after you told her of the invite you had received from Nash.

“Why? It’s just a party”

“Yes and a golden opportunity to look good and meet hot guys” You let out a deep breath of air, there was no changing her mind once she had it set on something. And that something was the party tonight. 

“I’ll be over in a few” She stated.As soon as she hung up you heard a knock at your door. She probably was already on her way over as soon as you told her. As soon as you turned the handle she burst in the room chattering about hair, clothes and makeup. “..It’ll be perfect, should we wear bikinis under our outfits? or curl our hair? I’m thinking more natural so if we do swim we won’t look ridiculous.” She continued making it hard for you to catch everything she was saying. Before you knew it she had you sitting on your bed and was in a whirlwind of motions.

 “I forgot to ask what time it will be at…” You trailed off in between things being shoved in your face and clothes thrown your way. (Y/F/N) was a handful but she definitely made life a bit more interesting.

 “Um text Cameron, duh, that’s important” She replied, throwing another article of clothing your way.

YOU: Yo Cam, when’s the party tonight?CAMERON: Should be around 8ish, why?

YOU: because i’m going… ? duh

CAMERON: Right, i’ll see you there :)

“Its around 8ish” 

“Perfect” (Y/F/N) was finally deciding on her own outfit.




By the time 8 o’clock rolled around both you and (Y/F/N) looked great. (Y/F/N) pulled up to the parking lot by the beach where the music was already shaking the air. As you went to open the door to get out (Y/F/N)s hand whipped out to stop you. 

“What are you doing??” you questioned.

“Um hello you’re always supposed to be fashionably late, duh” She said in a tone like it was obvious.

“How late is fashionably late??”

“8 minutes”

“And how is that determined?”

“I don’t know i don’t make the rules?”

 “Who does”

“I don’t know, we just follow them” she threw her hands up in an exasperated sigh. You finally gave in and allowed her to make you wait until the clock reached 8:08pm. Then both the car’s doors opened as you both got out. The beach was amazingly wrote and the you could see some stars glitter through the LA smog. There were a bunch of teenagers already gifted with a red solo cup and dancing around the fire or lazily laying out. A few party goers were splashing around in the water. 

“(Y/N) you made it!” A familiar voice chuckled. By this point (Y/F/N) had already disappeared leaving you alone to face them. 

“Wouldn’t miss it for the world” you joked as you turned to face Nash. He handed you a red solo cup and you took a small sip. You didn’t mind alcohol but you didn’t always like the effects. Especially the ones that came when you became drunk.

“The stars are out tonight” He said pointing at the sky. You nodded your head in realization. Quickly an awkward silence filled the air like a blanket covering a child. 

“Well i’m going to go join the party, I’m sure Cam would want me to tell him i’m here” You said pointing off in the direction of the party. 

“Wait” He grabbed your arm as you were walking away and pulled you in close to him. Very close. Close enough that you could feel his chest rise and fall with every breath he took. He looked you deep in the eyes and bent down to kiss you. His hand fell to the small of your back holding you against him. You were in complete shock. But soon found your mouth moving against his and your eyes closing. You finally pulled away for a breath of fresh air but your heart broke to see the sight behind Nash. Cameron quickly walked away down the beach. 

“Cam. Wait” you sighed out in exasperation.

“Just let him go” Nash tried to pull you back in but you had one thought in your head and that was Cameron. 

“Cam” You tried again. When you finally caught up to him you grabbed his arm to make him stop. But he wouldn’t turn to look at you. “Cameron Dallas” You said emphasizing his full name, something you never do. His eyes finally met yours. You could see they were filled with emotions, anger, sadness, regret.

 “How could you?” He stated dully.

“How could I what?”

“Kiss him” He replied angrily.

“Why is that such a big deal? Why are you even upset?” Yu questioned until realization hit you like a ton of bricks. “Jealous much” you teased.“I am not”

“Then why else would you be upset?”

“Because he throws girls away like laundry, he just wants to sleep with you. Im looking out for you, as a friend” He emphasized friend at the end. You knew him better than how he let on though.

“No if you were being an overprotective friend you would have confronted Nash, this time you walked away” You pointed out “Why are you jealous?” 

“Because I LIKE you” Silence filled the air. You could hear the party going on faintly in the background.You were rendered speechless. Your best friend for as long as you could remember just confessed his feelings for you. Out of every girl he could have. “Oh just forget it, go back to nash” He started to walk away again. Away from you. But before you could register what you were doing you pulled him to you. You could smell the cinnamon scent that he had and see the speckles of light in his eyes.

“I never wanted Nash” As soon as the words left your mouth Cameron bent down and kissed you. The kind of kiss that you see in the movies where the couple is holding on to each other s tight and the girl props her one foot up. When you finally pulled away a small blush appeared on you cheeks along with a little smile. “You know seeing you jealous is kind of a turn on” You smiled cheekily. 

“Stay away from Nash” His eyes looked at yours in a glare but you could see that playful smirk in them as he bent down to kiss you again.

anonymous asked:


 Oh, hi there, kinkshaming anon…

Originally posted by ivanv

I wonder if you are the same salty anon that’s been haunting my blog… but that one doesn’t speak in capslock… hm where do I start…? Let’s talk in points, shall we, so I can make sense of your screeching kinkshaming.

1.) I will never EVER leave Kojuro alone, he can’t take care of himself and he is the love of my otome life and you just have to deal with me as one of your sisterwives, capiche?

Originally posted by quincette

2.) Do you even know what Daddy kink is, outside of pornstars dressing like little girls calling their fellow performers (usually burly men) that? Not that I will kinkshaming anyone if they are into it. You see, it’s a spectrum. It is NOT ABOUT INCEST - IT’S ABOUT POWERPLAY. My take on Daddy kink is where I can position myself safely as the vulnerable one, the one to be spoiled and adored by a protector, a sophisticated older man who knows what he’s doing, sexually or otherwise. 

Originally posted by cigarettesandlollipopsss

Please note that I am not under any obligation to explain this to you but I will, since you might go around spreading this hate and I just want to get this out there so people who got your hate will read and feel better about themselves - the fault is not with them, they have the rights to enjoy the kink in their own blogs. You might have an anger issue.

Originally posted by i-fangurl

You know the story Daddy Long Legs? (oh dear, have I ruined that story for you now? Sorry not sorry, you deserve it for being a petulant anon) - it’s that feeling of being safe and taken care of - that when everything goes sideways, he’ll be there to catch you and so on. This is the reason why I call Kojuro “Daddy” in my post sometimes… I feel safe and I can be his precious girl when I want to, sexually or otherwise. 

Originally posted by quincette

And, of course, Kojuro isn’t always the capable Daddy Long Legs - the man is domestically challenged - so I, as the MC, can switch to the role of his caretaker anytime I want, this is the dynamic that hooked me to his character, it balances itself out. 

This doesn’t apply to all older characters or love interest though, as much as Voltage shoved Shingen in our face as the “Daddy” character (among other inappropriate stuff), I can’t call him that because I don’t feel safe with him all the time. This is just me. Others may find it perfectly fine, and good for them!

Originally posted by little-lady-mimi

My blog is safe for all kinks. And if I do spot something I’m not comfortable with, I am not gonna go anon to harass them. I’ll just scroll away, why stress yourself out and getting your panties twisted by other people’s stuff. I played otome for stress relief and this blog is for sharing my journey and take on the game, and interact with fellow fangirls.

Originally posted by them-damn-fandoms

3. I don’t have incestuous shit on my ass thank you very much. I don’t actually want to call a man take to my bed with “Daddy” and I don’t feel squeamish about using Daddy to refer to the kink because English is my second language and I don’t actually call my Dad “Daddy” - So I don’t have the ick factor, it’s lost in translation. Maybe this is something you need to consider before kinkshaming people. You, obviously call your dad daddy in real life, hence the ick. Well, you can just, you know, block me?

4. Have you even read my fics? Never ONCE I called Kojuro Daddy in fics… That would be like so anachronistic I can’t even - I’m a fan of the canon universe. I used “Sire”. And I don’t force anyone to read it. 

5. I thought we had this Daddy kink brouhaha last year? You are fairly new to the fandom, aren’t you? My suggestion will be to learn to use the block button or how to block certain tags and keywords, otherwise tumblr would be one helluva trigger hell for your prissy prim ass and you’ll spend all your time sending people this meaningless hate.

I do wonder why I got more anon haters of late…

Originally posted by iammannequinn

Obliviate (Michael)

|| in which love is the strongest kind of magic.|| 

Obliviate is a spell that can be used to erase memories from an individual’s mind. 



A crack of lighting cut through the night, temporarily illuminating the windows of Hogwarts castle. Rain was pouring down in torrents, pounding and crashing against the window panes, its loud lullaby unable to wake up the peaceful sleep of the tired students in their dormitories. 

If one were to perch on the window sill of the 5th floor of Gryffindor tower, the observer would have noticed  the silhouette of a pale boy, his wand raised threateningly, his dyed hair plastered to his forehead in fear. 

And if that observer happened to move a bit closer, he would have also noticed that this boy had green robes instead of the crimson red that Gryffindors proudly wore, an s-shaped serpent stitched onto the front pocket.   It was clear he did not belong in the tower, much less the girl’s dormitories. Not a single soul knew of his intentions, except maybe the boy himself.  

The boy puts down his wand as if reconsidering his intentions and hesitantly approaches the single bed beside the window where a  girl was lying on her back, sleeping peacefully. 

Her hair was sprawled out like an open fan behind her. She clutched her second pillow as if  contained her life source and her legs were tangled together. Her face was ridden of emotion in sleep but her mouth was open, drool running down her chin. 

The boy would have laughed at the sight of her before him if his business here wasn’t so serious. He had thought everything over, reconsidered it and thought it over once more. 

He had never wanted to do this, but he had to. for you.

for your safety. 

for your life. 

Everything he has done, he’s done for you. 

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my silver lining.

it’s insane,
how our two ill minds manage to heal one another
she’s my greatest blessing,
God’s best creation
and it’s completely mind blowing that just one person can completely change your perspective on life
but that’s exactly what she did
little did I know that the quiet girl everyone hated, including myself, would be my silver lining.
Here we are two years later sitting on her rug shoving our faces with cookies
recycling the same five stories over and over
with the same interest and curiosity as the first time we heard them
bouncing through different genres of music
sharing all of our big dreams and ideas
every thought good or bad
each time I feel myself slipping away she pulls me right back up with her words of hope and understanding
I see myself in her
I feel her pain as if it was my own
she talks about her father and I mouth along each word she speaks because I am too familiar with the wound
and when her golden eyes look up at me
with tears carefully balancing in between her eyelashes
my face reflects the same image back at her
we laugh it off and keep talking
as similar as we are
we are both so different
She sees the good in everyone
always knows what to say
I don’t believe in magic but her words have taught me otherwise
she’s beyond talented but she doesn’t see it
that truly kills me
I’d give anything for her to see herself the way I do
because when I look at her I see colors that don’t even exist
planets and sparkling stars, I’m convinced she has an entire universe decorating the inside of her skull
passion flows through her veins
just when everything is calm
she’s shoves me out of the door barefoot
with her pants unbuttoned rambling on and on about how beautiful the sunset was
and she wasn’t lying
it was my most beautiful sunset
the purples and shades of peachy pink soaked the sky like watercolors
running as fast as I can
my heart leaping out infront of me
she’s stumbling over her breath to get the words out
and once we start driving to the bridge
all I can do is sit in awe
that one human could have so much admiration stored inside of them
while she hysterically tries talking to me
with a camera in her hand
I’m lost in thought
it was then it hit me just how I lucky I was
that I got to call Passion herself my best friend
I love her more than words could ever describe
that night was the best night of my entire life
and as much as I want to re live it just one last time
I don’t need to
because I’ll never forget it
that sky is permanently painted on the backs of my eyelids.

A Scarred Heart // Chanyeol

Request:  Oh wait! I’d like to request,please >< Could I have a request in which Chanyeol’s girlfriend is boyish like she has tattoos (like cara delevingne) leather jacket and all. Make it angsty, with um fluff smut (if you don’t write smut just do fluff) I’ve read all you scenarios and I really like your writing style ㅇㅅㅇ

**Note she sent in a second request asking for the name to be Yumi. 

Author’s Note: So this scenario turned out being INCREDIBLY LONG. Sorry about that. It’s mainly due to the back story that builds up throughout it. Also, this is my first time writing a story with real smut in it. I feel like it came out nice, but sorry if it is disappointing.

Word Count: 4,724

Rating: Angst, Fluffy Smut

Scenario: Chanyeol x Yumi(Reader)

“Yumi!” Startled by the sudden shout of your name, you paused as your best friend Su-bin darted down the hall towards where you stood. Lunging herself at your back, she wrapped her arms around your neck and clung to you.

“Su-bin!” You started shaking frantically in hopes that she would let go. “You’re choking me! I can’t breathe! Let go!” She loosened her grip and dropped her feet to the floor.

“It’s not my fault you’re an amazon!” The two of you began to banter back and forth on the way to class. All eyes eventually ended glancing your way. It was practically unavoidable. Su-bin was right, you were an amazon. Being so tall and having a best friend that barely broke 5 feet, you looked like a comedy act. But, most people didn’t laugh. Instead, they just stared. They were probably thinking why someone as feminine as Su-bin hung out with someone as plain as you. Su-bin was the ideal girly-girl for any guy. And well, you weren’t. You walked around always hiding your face with your hair. To you, there wasn’t really a point in wearing frilly skirts or doing your hair to attract a guy. You were content with your jeans, t-shirts and leather jacket that you wore almost every day. I was your most prized possession and Su-bin had been the one to give it to you. She was the only person you had left that was never intimidated by you. She accepted you, flaws and all. She truly was your best friend. The only downside to her though, was her killer strength.

“Yumi, are you even listening to me?” You felt a small smack on the back of the head and it snapped you back into reality. You were sure she didn’t mean to hit you that hard, but there was definitely going to be a bump by the end of the day.

“Wh-what?” You grumbled as you gently rubbed the aching spot.

“Ya know, one of these days you’re going to space out at the wrong time and you’re really going to regret it.” Su-bin was giving you and exasperated look before shaking her head disapprovingly.

“Yeah, yeah whatever. If that happens, you’ll just come bug me back to reality.” You smirked slightly to yourself as you waited for a witty remark back from her. But, she wasn’t responding and it had become strangely quite behind you. As you glanced in her direction, you noticed her staring somewhere else. “Look who’s spacing out now.” Chuckles escaping your lips, you walked over to her and waved your hand in front of her face. She quickly slapped it away before raising her index finger and pointing.

“Yumi, who is THAT?” Your eyes followed the line led by her finger. It immediately became harder to breathe as each breath got caught in your throat. You lost the grip on your back pack strap and it fell to the floor. Your sudden actions were enough to snap Su-bin out of her trance as she turned and peered into your face. “Yumi? Yumi…are you okay? Do you know him?”

Su-bin was right next to you, but a voice like hers carried as she shouted. She had no trouble getting the attention of everyone in the classroom, including him. As he slowly turned his head, your eyes meet with his and your legs began to shake. A slight look of shock swept over his face, but was quickly replaced by a small smile.

“It’s been awhile, hasn’t it Yumi?” The sound of your name falling from his lips was enough to stun your heart and your eyes grew into saucers. Su-bin was still standing next to you and was shifting her head back and forth between you and him.

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Now, I’m really not usually one to swear, but I’d like every TRUE SasuSaku fan who is currently hyperventilating/losing hope over the possibility of the SS ship ever becoming canon to kindly sit the fuck down and READ THIS.

READ THIS, because we’ve all been reading Kishi’s manga for long enough to recognise when symbolism and hidden meanings rear their controversial heads.


So last night, before I went to bed, I kind of half-heartedly hoped for a SasuSaku scene in Chapter 693. I have to admit, I got a little more than I bargained for, and my initial reaction was RAGE. I mean, I’m not going to lie, the first time I read the chapter, I was like, what is this SHIT I’m reading. Sasuke you BRAT. You bastard. I hate you forever, I HOPE YOU DIE IN A DITCH SOMEWHERE AND ROT ALL ALONE YOU LITTLE UNGRATEFUL PIECE OF SHIT.

I thought it was surely OVER for a second. And I genuinely was ready to give in and concede defeat.

But then I read it AGAIN. And I realised something.

Kishi is trolling us hard, yes - but he’s also sending us mixed signals which DON’T MAKE SENSE IF SASUKE REALLY DOESN’T GIVE A TOSS ABOUT SAKURA AT ALL.

Why all this sudden increase in drama for the Sasuke and Sakura dynamic? It’s been happening for multiple chapters, not just a one-off.

Why waste all that panel time bringing Sakura’s feelings back into the spotlight, Kishi? If it really means NOTHING?


I’ll do a panel by panel commentary to show you what I mean. This is the mangastream translation, by the way.

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I knew the moment I saw this, that Sakura was going to do something or say something to Sasuke in desperation. The HEARTBREAK in her eyes, it just made me so sad. And the way NARUTO AND KAKASHI SEE AND RECOGNISE her pain, too… THEY KNOW HER SO WELL. THEY KNOW HOW MUCH THIS HURTS HER, to see that idiot Sasuke continuing on the destructive path he is so insistent on following.

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HERE is where it gets interesting.

So Sakura ONCE AGAIN confesses her undying love. She tells Sasuke, ONCE AGAIN, that even now, despite all the shit he’s done, and how he’s completely torn her heart to pieces, she can’t help but LOVE HIM. BLINDLY, ABSOLUTELY, UNCONDITIONALLY, EVEN WHEN SHE KNOWS IT IS UTTERLY PATHETIC. EVEN WHEN SHE KNOWS HE REDUCES HER, TO THIS DAY, TO A WEEPING, EMOTIONAL MESS WHICH COMPLETELY MAKES HER FEEL POWERLESS.

Can you imagine how frustrating that must be for Sakura? All that TRAINING… but one look or harsh word from Sasuke and she breaks down. She KNOWS it’s PATHETIC. She even says it here. But can she stop herself? No. WHY? BECAUSE SHE LOVES HIM. Time and time again, she throws her pride out the window and is left WOUNDED by this SON OF A BITCH, who frankly, let’s face it, DOESN’T DESERVE HER DEVOTION.

I’m sorry to write it. Yes, I am a SS shipper and always have/will be, but I’m also realistic, and when I say Sasuke doesn’t deserve her, I mean HE IS NOT WORTHY. NOT BY A LONG SHOT. AND SASUKE SEEMS TO KNOW IT TOO, BUT WE’LL COME BACK TO THAT IN A BIT.

Anyway, back to this page. Look at NARUTO’s FACE. There is NO PAIN because he’s in love with Sakura himself - because he ISN’T. This panel of him is PROOF of just how much Naruto has grown and accepted the fact that Sakura was no more than a crush. He loves her - but more like a SISTER.


MAYBE KAKASHI is thinking of RIN, of how he pushed her away. The regret he lived with ever since. He doesn’t want Sasuke to feel the same way.

Or maybe he is so EXHAUSTED. poor thing. So SAD that even after they saved the world together, Sasuke refuses to turn to them. He just wants them together, like Sakura does. Like Naruto does. They’re all SO TIRED of this drama, of having to chase Sasuke down, only for him to throw CRAP in their faces.

But that isn’t even the most significant part of this page. We KNOW Sakura is in love with Sasuke. Kishi has been shoving that in our faces an awful lot lately, and really putting her feelings in the spotlight. We already know. And as HEARTBREAKING as it is to see Sakura like this, pleading with him again, it’s not a shock. Sure, it made me angry, because Sasuke is once again being a JERK and disregarding the love and care and happiness that is being FREELY offered to him on a golden platter. But this is SASUKE. What the hell do we expect?

I find it interesting that Sakura says, “If I still have a place somewhere in your heart…”


We’ve gone from Sakura thinking Sasuke doesn’t care the slightest for her, to her telling him if there is STILL a place in his heart for her?

Did something give her reason to believe there WAS a place for her there at the start?

But she always thought he thought her annoying - right?

That was an interesting little piece of dialogue, but what got me was this next bit.


I mean, it says SHAKE next to his foot up there. He was LEAVING to go fight with Naruto. What happens when Sakura starts confessing all over again?





Now, tell me this, SS fans. Did he HAVE to listen? Did he HAVE to wait? And what’s with the hesitation? Not very Sasuke like, is it? WHY WOULD KISHI WASTE A PANEL WITH THAT IF IT DIDN’T MEAN SOMETHING. HE WANTS US TO SEE SASUKE HESITATE.

For someone who just wants to get this battle over with, it seems like a bit of a waste of the mighty Sasuke’s time to spend five minutes listening to this silly girl he doesn’t even care about.

LOL, did I say he doesn’t care about her? Oh wait. LOOK AT THIS NEXT PAGE.

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I thought he actually KILLED her for a second. I’m not going to lie. I PANICKED.

But then I read the following page, and realised KISHI THE ULTIMATE TROLL had struck again.

Let’s go back to the first panel there. A whole MASSIVE, detailed panel of Sasuke’s reaction to her words. And here is why THIS PART if the most SIGNIFICANT for us long suffering SS shippers.


Look at his EXPRESSION. Look at the tired/sad tilt of his eyebrow. Look at how it CONTRASTS SO GLARINGLY WITH THE SLIGHT SMIRK OF HIS LIPS.


I’m sorry, that IS a smirk. Compare it to the one Sasuke gave her when he called her annoying before he knocked her out when leaving Konoha, and this SMIRK is MORE obvious. It just looks pained.

Why would Kishi make him look PAINED? Why the dark lines under his eyes? Why would he give up an entire panel to express such an emotion? This is RAW emotion from Sasuke. It’s genuine - and what is even more mind-blowing is that he REMEMBERS the last time she said similar words to him and professed her love.

What does he do? The little smooth SHIT shows her he remembers - by using those same words he gave her last time - but a more emphasised version.


Meaning, she’s even MORE annoying than she was before.

It’s like his expression and words are saying: SIGH. SAKURA. WHAT AM I GOING TO DO WITH YOU?

Oh, I know you’re going to get in the way, SO I’LL KNOCK YOU OUT AGAIN because FUCK, I can’t DEAL WITH YOU any better now than I could when I was TWELVE.

It’s like that’s their little secret code thing between them, and Sasuke has NEVER forgotten that night when she confessed the first time. He even remembers how to reply in the exact same manner he did back then.

The sadness in his face suggests he was HOPING she had known better and moved on. Given up on him the way he has clearly given up on hope for himself. Maybe there’s an element of GUILT, somewhere deep down where he doesn’t want anyone to see, that she is STILL hanging onto him so loyally, after EVERYTHING he has done to her. Maybe he just doesn’t feel WORTHY.

But then there’s that smirk. It speaks relief. It’s almost AMUSED, because he clearly never forgot her first confession, and he didn’t expect to hear it again. Like deep down, he’s so RELIEVED to know she still loves him, despite how wretched he has become. It’s like an exasperated look of indulgence. Or fondness, almost.

Sasuke: You love me, Sakura. Heh. Still? Tch. So annoying.

He could have said it with a hateful glare. He could have just knocked her out right away without saying anything at all. But he doesn’t. He almost smiles - but it’s a sad, pained smile. Almost regretful. Instead, Kishi stresses the memory of the last love confession, and makes a direct parallel scenario here. The difference is, Sasuke’s face is much more EXPRESSIVE.

Compare Sasuke’s face HERE to the blank one he gives Naruto/everyone else. This is a genuine SMIRK. Sakura’s words have once again REACHED HIM. No argument about it. Once again, he LISTENED.

Also, this is significant because Naruto and Kakashi are bystanders. They don’t even realise the weight of “You’re annoying”. It’s a moment and exchange between SASUKE AND SAKURA ALONE. She remembered him saying thank you to her in an earlier panel. And Sasuke lets her know, in his own way, that he remembers that night too.

Did he have to use those words? NO. But he speaks them on purpose, because he KNOWS Sakura knows them - and he knows what they mean to her.

It’s like he doesn’t WANT her to love him anymore, and half-hopes she will move on - but at the same time, he says things that keep her prisoner to him and him alone. Almost like he’s contradicting himself constantly and sending her mixed signals.The sick, twisted little BRAT.

Which makes the next panel even more heartless. We don’t get a chance to see Sakura’s reaction. Sasuke’s rinnegan hits her with an illusion - and it’s a harsh, cruel one.

Only SAKURA sees this - her supposed death at Sasuke’s hands. Everyone else doesn’t see this illusion. It’s pretty obvious from the lack of response from Kakashi and Naruto that they haven’t.


He pierces her in her HEART. As if he wants her to STOP. To LET GO. This is so cruel, and he knows this is Sakura’s greatest fear - losing him, dying before she could save him. But he does it anyway. Why this particular vision?



Now Sasuke, recognising how much SAKURA loves him (which reminds him of his unconditional love for his family, later on, and how much THAT hurt him), does the same to the girl who is so hopelessly in love with him. To get her to hate him - to maybe make it easier should he die at Naruto’s hands?


He makes her see something that will horrify her so much, so that she DOESN’T WAKE UP AND INTERFERE. So that she CAN’T wake up from the trauma.

Because maybe he KNOWS, if she gets in his and Naruto’s way, he will have to STOP.

Once again, Sasuke’s actions betray him. He knows Sakura’s weakness is him - and he exploits it here to make sure she will stay down.

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Again, if Sasuke didn’t give a toss about Sakura, why would he bother knocking her out to keep her out of harm’s way? LOL Anti SS fans. What U GONNA SAY TO THAT. HAS MY POST SHUT YOU UP YET. NO? WELL THERE’S MORE, BITCHES.

Naruto is furious, of course. He and Kakashi only see Sakura suddenly losing consciousness. Again, they don’t SEE what she has seen.

Kakashi, bless his heart, is clearly pissed off and starts guilt-tripping Sasuke. I LOVE KAKASHI. HE IS SUCH A SWEETIE. SO PROTECTIVE OF SAKURA. A TRUE SS SHIPPER.

NOW HERE IS ANOTHER SIGNIFICANT PART. Sasuke says he has no reason to love Sakura. Actually, I can’t believe Sasuke is even talking about this subject, it’s so bizarre.




He didn’t mock Sakura like this when she was awake. Isn’t that interesting, guys? As usual, Sasuke and Sakura’s moments happen privately between them (like 685) and in front of the rest of the world, he says something different.

Maybe I’m being blind here. Maybe he really does feel nothing for her. And he’s right, he has NO REASON to love her. That doesn’t mean he DOESN’T or CAN’T EVER GROW TO LOVE HER. As Kakashi says, love doesn’t need a reason.


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Kakashi continues to fight for Sakura’s honour, and Sasuke continues to act like he doesn’t give a shit.

But then he THINKS OF HIS FAMILY. The strength and purity of Sakura’s love reminds him of that. Do you REALISE how significant that is, again? He knows what it’s like to love so much that your heart gets broken. HELL, HE UNDERSTANDS. THAT IS WHY HE CONTINUES TO PUSH HER AWAY. HE IS SO AFRAID OF THAT PAIN, A PAIN HE COULD NEVER GET OVER, THE PAIN OF LOSS.




I find it REALLY weird how Kishi is focusing on Sakura’s feelings, taking up all these panels and even getting KAKASHI to lecture Sasuke about her. TO WHAT END? To confirm that Sasuke doesn’t give a crap about Sakura, when his actions betray otherwise? Kishi didn’t need to have Sasuke listen to all this. He could have knocked her out and left right away.

Instead we have Kakashi telling Sasuke that Sakura just wants to be HIS and that he is continuing to break her heart. Sasuke’s response is quite distracted… he thinks of his family and his words almost seem to be an afterthought.

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Kakashi is clearly startled at how suddenly Sasuke takes off - as if he doesn’t WANT to hear anymore. Then we have Naruto, who I LOVE SO MUCH, be the number one SS shipper again and PROMISE to return Sasuke to Sakura.

If it was so hopeless, if Naruto didn’t believe there was a CHANCE for Sasuke and Sakura, why would he hold onto his promise for her?

The rest of the chapter mentions hate turning to LOVE. A sign of things to come?

I think this chapter doesn’t kill SasuSaku at all.

1. Sakura’s feelings are confirmed.

2. Sasuke references the last goodbye scene with a pained smirk.

3. He knocks her out with an illusion that he KNOWS is her worst nightmare to KEEP HER SAFE.

4. He says he has no reason to love her (and she has no reason to love him - he KNOWS he is a screw up) - but SAKURA DOESN’T HEAR HIM.

I think Sakura, being a genjutsu type, (which Sasuke KNOWS), will surely break out of the illusion. Hopefully she will punch Sasuke’s stupid face.









Dating is uncomfortable and emptying and I don’t think I like it. 

Okay, let me take a deep breath and try to work this through while I write. I’m laying in the spare bedroom of my grandmother’s condo in Toronto, Ontario and I’m exhausted.

Several things I’ve realize in the past three days: 

- I don’t really like this weird dating thing I’m doing, but it’s good because I’m being more realistic than romantic.
-My body needs me to get back into regular yoga practices. 
- Life is an uphill battle, get used to it and savor the strong and beautiful things in the world. 
-Being honest, bluntly honest, to men who ask you out is extremely invigorating.
-What you want in a moment that feels good, some times feels horrible later. 
-sleeping in a rental car isn’t good for your back. 
-My mother is a god damn saint. 
-My father and his relationship with his mother is a strong, motivational thing that helps him on a daily basis. 
-I am capable. Terrified, but yes, capable.
-Strike up conversations with strangers, they may tell you how they’ve admired you from a distance and that you made their day months ago when you complimented their hair, glasses, outfit, song choice, etc. 
-I’m “dating” a couple guys at once. 

I hate when a guy seems nice, attentive, and funny. When he asks you about your interests, and your career. When he and you share some common interests, like a favorite book, or you both rode dirt bikes as kids, So, you chat with him for a couple hours, then he asks for your number. You kindly agree, getting his as well. You make sure to correctly spell his name in your phone and have him spell yours. He even begins to call you by your full name, which you’re a bit of a sucker for. 

Then he texts you and it’s absolutely mind numbingly boring. Then you meet up again and it’s off to a rocky start, but then he begins again being attentive, to a degree, and the second date goes great. Another week of uneventful texting goes by where it’s you asking details, attempting banter, some bad puns and an overall tone of flirtation. Falls flat.

Another date, goes great. He’s the exact opposite of the dry back and forth on the phone. He watches your hands move when you talk and you catch him looking at your lips when your talking. He pulls out your seat, gently touches your arm. Makes direct eye contact. You are laughing, actually laughing. So, you let him walk you home. He tells you how great your smile is. How he really enjoys talking about our mutual degrees in English and your favorite books. That you’re interesting. And beautiful. He does the whole brush the hair out of your face and gently cradle your face. 

You spend 10.4 seconds flirting with your eyes, tilting your head a millimeter into his palm. You decide that yes you want to kiss him, and you lean in, just as he does. You forget that the texts are like squeezing water out of a rock. You kiss. It’s a solid effort. He’s not trying to shove his tongue down your throat, he’s not too aggressive with the teeth. You like how you fit together, he’s about 4 inches taller than you. He has nice hands. Your drink from each other for a few moments. Someone whistles from across the street so you chuckle at each other.

You decided to pull away as it’s getting great. You take a moment to kiss him once more, a goodbye and you say goodnight. You go to bed, wondering. 

You stop texting him with expectations of a grand textual archive of wit and cutting humor. Instead you tell  him how your day was, and asked how his was. You meet up a week later, it’s 1:30AM when you arrive back from a bonfire in a city near the Delaware State border. You text him you’re walking into the pub on your block and you enter to shouts of your name from a good friend, and then another. You turn down a game of pool and scan for him. Nothing. You check your phone. Nothing. You accept an offer of a whiskey from earlier mentioned good friend and you are about to settle into a seat when you see him out of the corner of your eye. He looks good. He’s handsome, but with 10 years, if he takes care of himself, will be striking in a way. He says hey and so do you, you hug. You remember his hands. He compliments that you smell like pine and a fire. You tell him that you threw branches and burrows into the flames while people mingled. You glance at the bar, your friend is just paying for your whiskey and hands it over. You introduce them. Shake hands etc. 

You sip your drink and he watches you. You chat. You’re smiling. He’s smiling. He wants to kiss you. You’re inclined to kiss him first. Instead, you smile again. You both leave at last call, your house is close and he walks you to the door. It’s been 20 minutes. You want to come up for a bit? You hear yourself asking. 

You head upstairs and he immediately compliments your apartment, you sit on the couch and unlace the boots you’d been wearing all day. You watch him walk over to your bed and look at your bookshelf. He takes off his shoes and walks on the bed to see them all. You kind of like that he’s comfortable, but you’re not sure. He grabs a book and lays down on the bed. 

You think about changing out of your sap covered jeans. Instead you walk over and lay next to him. You read passages aloud to each other. You like his voice, you think. You interrupt him to comment. Then as he picks back up, you say “hold on one more thing” and you kiss him soft, slow, then lean back to you side of the bed as he watches your mouth. He goes back to reading, then you read to him. 

He leaves an hour later after a make out session and some more compliments, laughs and reading. You shared a comfortable sort of companionship.  

He kisses you goodbye. 

You walk up and fall into bed after stripping down to your blouse and underwear. Your pillow smells like him. You keep thinking about how dry he is when you text him. 

Then you think of the date you had last week with the future politician with the prettier face than you, and the other one you turned down with that guy who was your friend until he made a move, and surprised you. You think about the 3 guys you’ve knocked off the roster in the past 3 months because you’re better friends, or you don’t like their attitude, or how persistent and intrusive they are. Then you think about the guy you made plans with for the week after next. You laugh at how blunt you were with the guy who asks you what your “situation was” and how you honestly told him:

I’m dating. Trying to shut down that part of me that is a pessimist, or the utterly unstoppably distractingly romantic part of me and get to know people without rash judgements on small things.

He laughs and says he’s fresh out of a relationship and that you seem pretty amazing and confident and it would be really great to get to know as friends.

You make plans to get together and he leaves. You feel oddly satisfied, but still. 

I hate dating. I don’t even want to call it dating. It’s like an unscripted episode of the bachelorette in my head, but with a considerable less amount of makeup, cameras and staged romantic moments. It’s better than how my last romance started, or lingered, or left parts of me burnt. It’s better than the slightly emotionally neglectful way I came to date my ex two years ago. I can’t expected another human to be the perfect love interest, part of being the best possible me is learning to be kind, and approachable, most importantly to be happy alone, or being the star of my own dating show, or both.

Honestly, it all comes down to the fact I hate it because I wish it was just me and one person that tried - with respect and understanding- to fulfill all my romantic, social, and intimate needs, and in turn he felt like I tried my hardest to fulfill all his, then together we conquer our worlds together and separately, a well oiled machine. 

In other news I need to tell him that we suck at texting, or I need to stop texting him.
The Way To You Chapter 1, an one piece fanfic | FanFiction

Okay, I’m going to rec this fic, tell you why and then under the cut I’m going to discuss the fic in spoilery ways that I want to share if you’re either up to date or don’t mind spoilers. 

Firstly I wanna say that I really like this fic because it is written really well on a technical level, words don’t get repetitive and there’s enough variation in structure to feel really nice. The dialogue is also really interesting, keeping the characters with more modern patterns without turning them into caricatures or making them all sound like the same person.

I want to recommend this fic because it’s really gripping but also really brave in terms of what it sets out to do. It’s a Zosan fic told entirely from Sanji’s point of view with Zoro ABSENT from the fic for the entirety of it so far and all of their interaction done in memories. Now, when I first heard about that idea I have to admit I was a little dubious as to whether it could be pulled off, much less for the 40k that the fic sits at so far but honestly it works. Like, it REALLY fucking works. It’s also a REALLY harsh look at what Zoro and Sanji are like under really specific conditions and it’s really unflinching and brave for it, it’s worth a read for that alone.

riotoftime’s synopsis for the fic is as follows:

“Sanji has made a terrible mistake and it’s cost him what he values most: his relationship with Zoro. Now Zoro’s left without a trace and Sanji is desperate to find him. Modern AU. ZoSan”

Now for more spoilery evaluation below the cut!

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anonymous asked:

What's the deal with the library card this time? It's shown right before the sheriff enters the library, so is it a way to make us think about the fact that Stiles didn't need it to open the door after the murder? It seems important and i like your ideas, so if you have any, I'm all ears :)

They keycards are really being shoved in our faces this season. Personally i do think they serve more than one purpose.

For one they are closely tied to the story of Stiles, Theo and what happened to Donovan. The problem is that no one sits on a full set of information except possibly Theo, but he’s not interested in the truth, only manipulating it to his advantage. 

We also see the sheriff with keycard this episode, this time with Parrish’, but I have a feeling - or should I say a burning wish for him to figure out that theo is full of crap. I think he suspects Stiles lied about his keycard being missing, he knows Stiles don’t trust Theo, and the sheriff’s advice was to wait for Theo to make a mistake. To be patient. Theo has made mistakes and if Stiles has been paying attention he’s already caught him in at least one lie regarding Donovan. Because Theo said he saw his wendigo teeth. He also said he didn’t come into the library until the scaffolding came down. But Donovan’s teeth were perfectly human looking when he died. 

Anyway like I said in this post, I do think the keycard log that showed that Theo’s and Stiles’ cards were used around the time of the prank call, does indicate that Stiles didn’t use it the second time he entered. I’m sure deputy Clarke would’ve found it odd if Stiles’ card was used again after the deputy had been there for a sweep. 

And when he rushes in it really doesn’t look like he stops to swipe any card, and he’s not holding anything in his hands as he enters the library. 

Okay let’s move on to episode 5x09.

Once again we get a closeup of the library being accessed by a keycard.

They take the time to a) reminds us of the keycards - aka they’re still important and b) students need to use it to access the library, not just after hours but also during the school day. Interesting. 

We knew already that at least seniors have after hours access to the library. The sheriff asked Stiles about it in 5x08 and Stiles confirmed it. They can get in at any hour, day and night. That is probably a privilege the seniors have. 

This is the moment the sheriff follows her in and uses the blacklight to look for signs of blood. He’s putting the story about the prank call, keycards and a possible disappearing body together. 

And it’s definitely not after hours because this was just after we saw Corey and Mason at the school gym and just after this scene Theo and Scott are in class. 

So why is that interesting? Well, it’s interesting because we know that Stiles no longer has his keycard. He threw it away at the hospital after telling his dad he lost it weeks ago. 

And yet Stiles walked into the library earlier this episode. Stiles is the one opening the door. So how did he unlock it? True he’s with Theo and he still has his card, so it’s entirely possible he swiped it. Although to me it looks like they approached the door from the opposite side of where the keycard thingy is. And none of them are holding a keycard in their hands as they walk in. But theoretically Theo could already have put it in his pocket. I just don’t see why they would include the closeup of the door being locked during school hours unless it serves a point. Maybe it was just to remind us about the whole keycard debacle of 5x05 but it feels so odd and off. 

In conclusion, I think keycards still have an important role to play, and this is potentially the second time we see Stiles unlock it without a card.