Hiruzen had to get the bell test from somewhere right? So I’m willing to bet Tobirama came up with it and can you imagine Tobirama doing this bell test shit with his students. No mercy. He had these kids out here on the brink of death. Shit must have lasted a week. Hashirama probably came out to the field one day like “Tobirama, the parents are wondering where their children are—”
“I’M BUSY HASHIRAMA”
“OK i’M SORRY GOOD LUCK KIDS BYE”
SHIT THAT MUST HAVE BEEN AWFUL I FEEL SO BAD FOR TEAM TOBIRAMA THEY LITERALLY COULDN’T CATCH A BREAK TOBIRAMA WAS RUTHLESS HE DIDN’T EVEN GO EASY ON THEM HE WOULD WHOOP THEIR ASSES WITH NO HESITATION HE PROBABLY USED FLYING THUNDER GOD TO GET AWAY FROM THEM LIKE THAT’S NOT FAIR TOBIRAMA YOU ASSHOLE YOU CAN’T GO THAT FAST and he didn’t stand for any complaining omg
“Tobirama-sensei, can we take a break? We’re starving.”
And he just looks at them. “Are there still two bells in my hand?”
“Then no. Don’t ask again.”
HE PROBABLY HAD THEM CHASING A CLONE THE ENTIRE TIME WHILE HE WAS AT HOME RELAXING. THESE KIDS ALMOST DIED FROM EXHAUSTION. fucking Tobirama this is why Hiruzen was such a lenient sensei Tobirama put him through hell
8:06 a.m., 8:07 a.m., 8:08 a.m. The time kept ticking as
Roman laid up on his couch in the early hours of the morning. He was ready to
leave for New York over an hour earlier but Seth had told him to wait. The
banging on the door startled him up from the slumber, he began to drift off to.
comin’. Hang on.” He got up, fighting between being awake and being asleep. Seth
made his way inside with Dean following slowly behind him, pulling out a chair
at the dining room table.
delay?” Roman asked. “I had to reschedule the flight heading to New York to ten.”
at Dean, who quietly shifted in his seat. “Tell him, Dean.”
A/N: Heyyyy!! Wow, three in a day haha. Okay, I have to say that I love Sam, I really do, but I’m slightly more a Dean girl haha and writing the last part kinda killed me but if it’s what you readers want, I’m happy to comply😉 Anyways, enjoy!!!
Request: Can you do an imagine where dean ran out on you the day of your wedding and sam comforts you and after years you two date fall in love etc and when he proposes you question if he’s gonna run out of you and he promises never to? Thanks!
You smiled at your reflection in the mirror
as Charlie helped you to fix your hair. “You look stunning, Y/N.”
“Thanks, Charlie,” you said as you turned
to look at her. “I’m so nervous, I never thought this day would ever come.”
Charlie smiled as she placed a hand on your
shoulder. “Even a hunter deserves some happiness, even Dean deserves this. I
can’t believe the two of you are getting married, I’m so happy for both of you.”
Laughing, you hugged her, sharing her
excitement. “I can’t wait.”
You and Dean had been dating for about four
years when he popped the question. He was unsure but sincere when he said he
wanted to spend his whole life with you. You felt the same, you loved him.
In about twenty minutes, the two of you
would officially be husband and wife, you couldn’t wait.
You saw a figure passing the door, making
you frown before turning to Charlie. “Hey, I’m gonna go somewhere for a while.”
“Where are you going? Your wedding is
starting soon,” Charlie said, looking at you quizzically and you just smiled.
“I’ll be back soon, promise,” you replied
as you headed out, looking left and right as you saw the figure heading to the
carpark. You immediately realized who it was as you followed behind.
one of the many, many things that kill me about that last scene in Act 2 Part 9 from AVPM
is Voldemort’s going “I got killed by a two-year-old! And it’s really embarrassing!”
because it’s a callback to Different As Can Be, when Quirrell was dragging Voldemort’s arse for just that (”You got beat by a two-year-old”), and back then, Voldemort snapped at him and brushed it off (”I’ll kill him this time through and through!”)
but at the end, they have come so far that Voldemort can break down in front of Quirrell and admit that he’d been right all along - he’s not putting up his Dark-Lord-front anymore, like he did in Different As Can Be, he is completely himself, and he allows himself to show weakness to another human being
Quirrell saw through him from the very beginning, and by the end of the musical, Voldemort has become comfortable enough with him to show him that
(A/n): Y’all wanted it so here it is <3 btw sorry about the ending HAHAHA
*warning: have tissues and ice cream in the vicinity
wake–up call | noun | a person or thing that causes people to become fully alert to an unsatisfactory situation and to take action to remedy it
That’s when Jimin speaks up, his voice is throaty and broken as he wavers every now and then between words.
“Do you want to see your donor?”
Hoseok raises an eyebrow, confused and aware of the dried marks on the younger’s cheeks. Looking around now, he could tell how swollen and bloodshot some of their eyes appeared.
It can’t be.
There’s a fear that grips at his heart, his voice caught in his throat as they all look down under his concerned stare. There’s a possibility he doesn’t want to consider, his chest tightening at the sick truth of it all. The reality behind his cornea transplant.
He needs to prepare himself. His fingers are trembling even as he tries to busy them and grip and finger at the bed sheets. His teeth worry on his lower lip, gnawing and chewing as Jimin is first to react and exit the room.
All the others boys stay silent, quietly retreating to the sides of the room, even Taehyung is sullen and glum as he goes to exit the room as well.
The way they’re acting, he figures his fears are hopelessly true.
The door is pushed open by Taehyung, his body used as a door stop as he lets in two more people. Jimin walks in first, and then you clad in the blue patient gown, his arm wrapped around your waist and his other hand reaching across to hold your hand. Your movements are clumsy as he leads you towards Hoseok’s bed, feet stumbling slightly as you squint your eyes, still not used to the darkness you must now live in.
Jimin’s face is twisted with sadness as he helps you find the chair beside the bed, squeezing your hand thoughtfully before moving away.