You are an asshole. I get that you get into role and all but maybe Hidan suits you well because you're despicable ;)
|| I’m honestly having a difficult time telling if this is anon hate or not?I’m also unsure if this is to the meme I posted, but considering this is directly toward me and not my portrayal, I’m assuming not.
A. I’ve got a shit record with keeping track of communication and greatly dislike confrontation, but I’m not a bad person? I think the worst thing I’ve done is steal a gummy from a candy store when I was eight, and I was scared shitless. B. Yeah, Hidan’s a prickle dick. No argument there.
As a muse does, it’s a character that comes easily to the writer. But mun is not the muse and all. I’m sorry if you’ve got some beef with me, which is weird because I’ve spoken to so little people in this fandom? None of which I’ve felt were on a sour note.
I get certain people don’t click and to each their own. You don’t like me? Alright, but sending this sort of thing is never justified. Thank you for your input nevertheless.
Iris had always been a light
sleeper, and it only took a quick pressure applied onto her lips to get her
eyelids fluttering open and alert her mind promptly.
Haziness still clouded her eyes but at least Light’s
low voice registered in her brain, “Leonis is here, Corazón.” Another firm peck on her temple had the younger
huntress rolling out of her cot, the surprise acts of affection she’d just
received as wake-up calls making it easier for her to ignore the stiffness in her bones and the
soreness in her muscles that had crept up on her overnight.
“I’m up, I’m up,” Iris rolled out her shoulders one after the
other with a smile on her face despite the creaking pain, faint pink dusting her sleepy features as she grabbed her gear from the coffee table before ambling after the ex-soldier to meet up with Cor outside.
This video describes the theory I used to hold which ties Moe, Mars, and the Fire Kingdom together as well as the revised version I currently hold after realizing my older theory contained a major inconsistency.
This is the first of 4 videos I will be uploading throughout the course of today. The next two are Steven Universe reviews, and the last one is an announcement that my YT channel is going on hiatus due to my vacation. I’m actually on vacation already, but spotty internet kept me from uploading these videos several days ago like I had originally planned.
There wasn’t one, but I was having major feels, so here ya go. I’m on vacay,
and wi-fi is kinda spotty so forgive me if I don’t post.
It had been a simple mission. It was supposed
to be, anyway, but now you were sitting beside Pietro in the infirmary. He
hadn’t really been injured, not precisely. But he had been shot with a dart
full of an unidentified liquid.
Bruce shined a flashlight in Pietro’s eye.
Though he was surprised, he didn’t react as quickly as he usually did.
“Well Pietro,” Bruce said, scratching the
back of his neck. “I think it sapped your speed. Temporarily, by the looks of
it, but you’ll still have to live at normal speed for at least a few days.”
“You have to be kidding,” Pietro grunted,
shaking his head. “How can I help the team if I don’t have my powers?”
“We’ll worry about that if there’s a problem,
Speedy,” you rubbed his back supportively and hopped off of the counter. He
stood beside you. “Come on. Let’s go get some lunch.”
“Race you there,” he challenged with a grin. You
nodded in agreement.
“You might just get a run for your money,”
You smirked and ran out of the infirmary, Pietro not far behind. Had he had his
powers, he would already be there, but now he was struggling to catch up with
you. A look of defeat found his face as you beat him to the kitchen. He was
panting, struggling to catch his breath as he doubled over with his hands on
“Okay, okay you win,” he coughed, sucking in
“You okay there, Pietro?” You asked with
concern. He looked up at you, mustering a smile.
“I’m fine,” he replied, straightening out to
his full height. He towered over you, smirking. “I just forgot how good it felt
to move at your pace.”
“You and I have never been the same speed.”
You reminded him, poking him playfully in the chest.
“It is a welcome change,” He grazed your
cheek with his large and calloused hand before leaning in to whisper in your
ear. “Just tell me if I am moving too fast.”
“You couldn’t move fast enough,” you replied,
your heart in your chest. Slowly, carefully, Pietro placed a gentle kiss to
your lips, grateful to be able to enjoy a tender kiss at the proper pace. You
kissed him back, glad that the kiss was more than a quick peck you could barely
Pietro thought about his change of pace and
decided that at least for a few days, this was not so bad.