then again everything about this is unforgivable

I kind of hurt my back really badly yesterday and am so upset at myself because I want to draw and can’t. I so want to say sorry about the lack of art lately. My tablet wouldn’t behave, then I felt uninspired and now my back hurts and I can’t sit to draw on my art pad. I think everything is inspiring against me to not draw lol

I’ve also been feeling low about my realism..again I know. I know it’s not a favoured style and it takes me so damn long to draw it. You get the smallest thing wrong and you can notice it. It’s an unforgiving style to be sure. I worry so much that it appears creepy, is stiff and hits uncanny valley. I got so much grief for that in an old fandom the demons rear their ugly heads for me sometimes. Sometimes I wish I could draw differently, but this is the way I draw and I can lessen it but in the end it’s my style. It’s as much a part of me as my handwriting. Which if you’ve ever seen my handwriting it’s godawful and maybe I should’t be comparing my art to that. lol

I do have something to post later though.

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favorite comic character meme: 3 non-romantic relationships — [1/3] selina kyle & holly robinson 

“And when I see Holly, I can tell she’s been living in those shadows with me the entire time. My absence has been unforgivable. And the saddest part is, I know she’ll forgive me, anyway. It’s the best part too. Because somehow, it gives me back a big part of what was missing inside… It helps me find myself again. Just like that. All my problems start to fade, and the only thing I care about is this girl, who went through so much for my sake. Who lost a piece of herself that she can’t get back again. And as she apologizes for being so weak, for killing Sylvia, for letting Maggie get hurt, and for everything else in the world that isn’t her fault, I hold her tight and whisper over and over again: It’s okay, it’s okay. And just saying that, feeling her tears fall onto me as I do, I know that’s it’s going to be true sometime soon. I don’t know exactly how, but we are going to be okay. We have to be.” Catwoman v3 #19

anonymous asked:

Hi so basically I went out with this girl last August for a date, she ignored me and then broke up with me via text. She now glares at me and makes me feel unwelcome in my own school environment. Said girl also outed me when I was 14 (I'm 16 now) and I only dated her bc I was frustrated w my identity and I felt sorry for her. I want to get back at her but I don't know how??? And neat tips so I can so??? Thanks boo

Same anon again lol. After we broke up she also started to brag about how she hooked up with loads of guys in summer camp (in front of me and my friends) so like yeah

tbh? outing people is unforgivable and she deserves a slap in the face. but I don’t condone violence so here’s the fun, family friendly way to get back at her:

ruin literally everything for her. tell her spoilers about her favorite books and movies. if she confides in you with any sensitive information (that won’t get her seriously hurt), tell your friends while she’s in the room and pretend you forgot it was a secret. unfortunately, for my plan to work, you’ll have to play nice for a little while, so I hope you’re exceptionally skilled at biting your tongue.

any advice, followers? 

anonymous asked:

i NEED to know what john said about alex at the award ceremony?

I wrote the majority of this while on a conference call this morning, so I apologize for how clunky it is, but… shrug emoji.

(A…coda? A something to this.)

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“And now,” Dean Adams says, “to present the award for Distinguished Graduate Scholar in Parapsychology, Dr. George Washington.”

John is pleased to note that Washington gets significantly more applause than Adams did when he took the stage. By the sour look on Adams’ face as he steps back and takes his seat again, it didn’t go unnoticed by him, either. Herc and a few other students whistle shrilly, and eventually Washington motions for the applause to die down. He puts on his reading glasses and clears his throat.

“Good evening,” he says, and one of the harried looking students volunteering for the event runs forward and nudges the mic closer to his mouth. “Tonight, I have the honor of presenting the award for the Parapsychology Department’s Distinguished Graduate Scholar to Alexander Hamilton.” John can’t stop himself from a spontaneous cheer, but he’s gratified that he’s not the only one doing the cheering. Lafayette and Herc and a handful of other parapsych people he knows are equally enthusiastic. Or, at least, they’re enthusiastic, period. John doesn’t think any of them could match his pride right now. “Mr. Hamilton is a first year student in our program, but in ten months, he’s shown remarkable potential. He came to us after graduating summa cum laude from Columbia University in only two years. In his first month at Morristown, he took the Investigative Parapsychologist Exam and received a perfect score, something that fewer than one quarter of one percent of students achieve. After two terms with us, he has a perfect GPA, and right this moment he’s revising a paper for the Atlantic Parapsychology Journal.

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Neko Atsume Gothic
  • One by one, the rooms of your house disappear. One day, all that remains is your backyard. You don’t know why, but you know that if you put out certain objects and fill the cat bowl with food, the cats will come. This becomes your life. Filling the cat bowl. Buying the cat toys. Watching the cats.
  • A faint, peaceful tune is always playing. The sound of meows is ever-present, even when the food bowls are empty and the cat toys lie dormant, with no cat in sight. You do not know where the music or the meowing truly comes from.
  • No matter how much food you put out, they are never sated. They are always hungry.
  • Then you wonder if it’s actually the cats eating the food. Although the food continually depletes while they are present, you realize you have never even seen them eat it. 
  • In fact, you never see any cats come or go. They are either present or they are not. 
  • You begin to wonder if the cats are truly real. You realize they are all actually the same cat, with the same faces and the same movements. Only their colors, and occasionally costumes, differ.
  • And who puts them in costumes? Are these cats sentient? Why do some cats respond to the names of deceased historical figures?
  • The cats do seem to possess greater intelligence and resourcefulness. They leave behind fish to show their gratitude. Fish you can use in a strange market in exchange for goods for the cats. Who makes these goods? And why would they accept fish as any sort of currency? What does the owner of this market use the fish for? 
  • You could save up 10 gold fish to trade for 250 silver fish. But gold fish is hard to come by, while silver fish accumulate fairly quickly, so this trade is useless to you. The only trade you are forced to make, in what must be a capitalist society more unforgiving and unfair than your own, is 500 silver fish for 10 gold. How this kind of exchange could exist in any kind of sensible or stable economic system in whatever society these cats must be part of, escapes you.
  • One day, everything goes completely black. You wonder if you are about to lose consciousness. Out of the abyss quietly walks one of the cats to the center of your vision. It sits there, quietly, silently, unmoving, waiting. When you finally approach it offers you something. A memento. This happens time and time again. The items they give you seem to have little if anything in common, most are useless, some are disgusting. They don’t seem to have any particular value, but the way each cat presents it to you, tells you it means a lot to the cat. You feel incredibly grateful with each memento, saving each one, and you don’t know why.
  • You save enough gold fish to buy what they call “an extension”–you are able to make one room for your house, but this room is for the cats only. You think you may be able to live here, reclaim your life again. But you cannot enter the room. As before, you are a but an observer. You realize there is a cat bowl in the room already. You fill it with food. You put toys in the room. The cats come again. You are happy.
  • Are they cats? Were they always cats? Are they lost souls in purrgatory, carrying lost items from their former short, brief human lives? Are you meant to watch them in this endless resting place, for the extension of eternity, a quiet, passive host, waiting for an end that will never come?
Say His Name: Part II (Zico/You/Namjoon)

Part I 

Playlist: Don’t Go

Namjoon’s POV 

Headline: idol star scandal in Japan 

You’ve got to be kidding me. He’s only gone for a few days in Japan… He couldn’t just wait for her? I re-read the headline over and over again, trying to make sense of everything, trying to understand why she still stayed with him, and this isn’t even the first time! She drives herself mad for this guy. I’ll never understand it. But I’ll be there, again, when he leaves. I’ll watch over her while you’re out breaking her heart, don’t worry. 


“Namjoon-ah!” I turned just in time to see that excited smile she got whenever she saw me…anyone. Takeout and a movie for the third time this week. She must be feeling really lonely to be here this much, but I don’t mind. Zico was promoting in Japan and apparently they didn’t part ways at a high note… But when did they ever? 

Don’t get me wrong. I’ve known Zico longer than she has, and on a good day, he’s the life of the party. Always making everyone feel important and is never one to judge, but that’s the problem with people who are so appealing, it’s just a mask. They don’t do things to make you feel important, they do it for themselves. He has always been like this. Always getting ahead not matter who he leaves in the dust. It would only be a matter of time before she got too fed up with him, or he leaves her in the dust with the rest of us. 

“Look, I’ve got chicken and beer to celebrate!” She had no idea the effect she had on me, I mean besides bringing all the food… That’s a major plus… Just her presence made you feel like you could never feel lonely again. Can people just take away emotions like that? Was she even real? 

“What are we celebrating?” I had to snap back to reality so she wouldn’t notice how creepy I was being with her. 

“Zico comes home tomorrow so you wont have to put up with me anymore! I’ve been so annoying lately and I wanted to make it up to you, and just… Well I guess thanks for being there for me… Even when you’re busy and….” She trailed off looking down with a sigh, wondering if she should continue. She hesitated and started again with a confident raise in her shoulders and a suppressed look of sadness on her face. 

“And I think it’s best if we stop seeing each other when he returns.” Hit one. Lower abdomen. Searing pain radiating to my core. 

“I think that you’re an amazing friend, but I think it’s best if we part ways here. I don’t want to give you the wrong idea.” Hit two. Straight hook to my jaw. Cheep shot stopping my breath completely, attempting too recover hurts even more. 

“I mean you know how he gets….” Legs kicked out from underneath me. Stability compromised. 

“I’m in love with him, Namjoon.” Final blow. Shot to the heart. Flat line. I don’t feel a thing. 

She looked too confident in her stance, but the furrow in her brow made me think otherwise. I knew I only had one chance at this. Don’t blow it. Don’t let her…. 

“Don’t go.” Still staring at her, with all my wounds exposed. Becoming more and more infect by the second. My feelings were rotting from the inside out. I was leaking. I lost vision. My brain was seizing with the memories of her falling asleep on my shoulder, and the times where I thought she’d leave him. Maybe even for me. What a stupid idea. 

“Namjoon-ah”, don’t say my name. Don’t shape your lips around each syllable. Don’t let it leave your mouth. I might actually die. You’re driving me crazy. How could you not pick me. I’m here. For you. Always. You’re killing me. Say what you mean. Don’t say what’s right. Say something real… 

“I’m so sorry”. I snapped. It was a combination of her furrowed brow telling me that this was rehearsed, and the execution that wasn’t what she planned. I wanted to force every word she spoke back down her throat till she was hungry for air. In an attempt to never hear her speak again, I crashed my lips to hers with so much force she stumbled backwards. Pined against the wall, with a crazy man starving her of air… And this was my big plan to make her stay? 

I wouldn’t give. She wouldn’t speak to me again. I was making sure of it. I felt more tears, but they weren’t mine this time. She was in pain. So much pain that she decided to smother that by kissing me back. As if to punish herself even more. We didn’t stop till she started to fall over. Lack of oxygen and all. I helped keep her steady. Pushing her shoulders deeper into the wall for balance as I caught my breath. 

“If you speak again…I won’t stop this. I won’t let up. I never want to hear your voice again.” She looked up at my words and started to shape her mouth with a sentence that I couldn’t bear to hear. Her better judgment got the best of her and she slowly decided that I wasn’t lying, that I was completely serious, and she was scared to see the consequences. 

She was good. Loyal. Devoted. Kind. Understanding. Forgiving. Everything I loved about her. And I took it away in an instant. Now she was disloyal. Hateful. Ignorant. Unforgiving. And all this animosity was projected on me by just the look in her eyes. It was a hunger. Not for me. But for what I had started. 

She left without saying a word. 

Scorn filled my lungs as I balled up the newspaper and made the disposal as dramatic as possible. As if I was trying to rid every trace of them off the face of the earth. 

A few days past with no calls or texts from her. I had said I never wanted to hear her again, but with all this dirty laundry out in the media, I found it hard to believe she was okay. I was her outlet. Her safety net. Her in place shelter. Was. 

My phone buzzed and my heart skipped with the hope that thoughts really did travel through brain waves, and she heard that no matter what I had said, I’d always be there for her. I wanted to scream it out loud. 

From Zico: I have a favor to ask.


*Oooohhhh guys…..  Worth the wait? Don’t worry it wont be long before part 3 I promise!*

Theo- I Don’t Want To Lose You

Request- This is the 4th blog I’ve requested this on but can you write an imagine where the reader and Theo have been dating for a little over a year and she finally finds out what’s happening and they have a very emotional moment and he actually fell in love with her so he tries to fix his mistakes to prove to the reader he actually loves her and the pack is all surprised and stuff? Can you also try to make it long? Thanks lovely!! ❤️ 

A/N- No problem sweetie! I hope it’s long enough for you :) Next up is a pack imagine. 

Theo Raeken was probably one of the most conniving, manipulative and vile people to ever walk through Beacon Hills. He didn’t have to hear it from other people, he already knew, and since the moment he had stepped into this town, his one goal was to find a pack of his own.
Scott’s pack was perfect, and Theo was determined to stop at nothing to take it for himself, even if it meant Scott had to die. He had worked with the dread doctors, infiltrated the pack, and everything was going according to plan-except for one thing.
When he had originally come to Beacon Hills, Theo had needed a way into the pack. He had helped Scott out a few times, but he knew it wasn’t enough to guarantee the whole pack’s trust. You were the perfect solution. Being the sweet and caring person that you were, you immediately sympathized with Theo.
While he had used you as a way to get into the pack, he never expected that he would actually develop sincere feelings for you, let alone fall totally in love with you. He had never intended to fall for you, but you were so beautiful and such a good person that he just couldn’t help himself.
Now here you were, curled up against him on his couch almost a year later as you watched some predictable romantic comedy. He had one arm tightly wrapped around your shoulders as you leaned against his chest, your cheek pressed into the fabric of his shirt.
You sighed sleepily, your eyes beginning to flutter as you started to drift off to sleep. You knew you were supposed to be spending time together, but Theo was so warm and you were so sleepy. You were just started to drift off when you felt Theo shift beside you.
“Y/n?” he whispered.
“Mm?” you murmured, not opening your eyes.
“I have to go to the bathroom,” he told you. “I didn’t want to wake you up if you fell asleep.”
“Sorry,” you muttered, moving away from him and rubbing your sleepy eyes. “I didn’t get a lot of sleep last night.”
“It’s okay,” he told you, rising from the couch. “I’ll be right back.”
He disappeared down the hall and you sat up, peering around the living room. You caught sight of the clock on the the cable box, realizing how late it was. You looked at your phone, making sure there were no missed calls or texts from your parents. Not that they would mind if you were with Theo. They loved him almost as much as you did.
You heard a sound coming from the kitchen, shooting a look over your shoulder. Theo’s parents were on vacation for the week so you knew it couldn’t be them, and you rose from the couch to go investigate.

Theo walked back into the living room, his brow furrowing when he realized you weren’t on the couch anymore.
“Y/n?” he called, peering around the room.
He walked down the hall, going into the kitchen and calling out for you once more. “Y/n are you-”
As he walked around the corner, he got a full view of the kitchen, and what he saw nearly cause his heart to stop. You were standing there, an expression of utter terror on your face as one of the dread doctors had its arm wrapped around your throat.
“Let her go,” Theo ordered immediately.
“You have not been reporting to us lately,” The doctor said, ignoring Theo’s demand.
Theo swallowed, taking note of the sudden increase in your heart rate. He knew you were going to find out what he had been doing, and he knew you would hate him for it. But no matter what you thought of him, he couldn’t let that thing hurt you.
“I’ve been busy,” Theo said through gritted teeth. “I told you I needed time to get you what you want.”
“You wanted a pack,” the thing reminded him. “You do not get that without helping us.”
“I will,” Theo swore, his tone becoming frantic as your face started to get redder and redder. “Just let her go and I will.”
Despite the fact that the breath was leaving your body, alarms were going off in your head. You realized Theo was working with them and that he had been the whole time. That meant that everything-every touch, every kiss, every moment you and Theo had shared had all been nothing more than a carefully crafted lie.
“Get us what we want,” the doctor ordered Theo. “Or we will take everything from you.”
With that, the doctor released you, letting you spill to the floor as it exited through the back door. You collapsed onto the floor, your palms slamming onto the linoleum as you desperately sucked in air.
“Oh my god, Y/n,” Theo breathed, kneeling beside you. “Are you alright?”
“Don’t touch me,” you ordered breathlessly, scrambling away from Theo.
“Y/n, please-”
“Don’t,” you spat. “You’re a liar. Everything you said to me, everything you did was a lie. I trusted you, and you’re helping them!”
You pushed yourself up off the ground, backing away from Theo as he tried to get near you. “Just-just leave me alone,” you said.
Theo took a step forward, not being able to ignore the way you flinched when he did. He froze, feeling sick to his stomach as he realized you were afraid of him. He slowly backed away, holding his hands up in surrender.
“I won’t hurt you,” he told you honestly. “Y/n, please you have to believe me. I would never hurt you. I love you.”
Theo had said those words to you a thousand times before, but now there was something different about them. They were desperate and urgent, like you believing him was the most important thing you could possibly do. You wanted so badly to-to have some reassurance that everything that had happened between you two was more than just a clever lie. But Theo had fooled you once, and you would be damned if you let him do it again.
“Why should I?” you demanded, tears starting to form in your eyes. “Was any of it real?”
“Yes!” he cried, his green eyes wide and desperate.
“Then you better tell me which part,” you ordered, your voice becoming wobbly. “You have ten seconds, or I’m walking out of here right now and you’ll never see me again, Theo.”
Theo took a deep breath, realizing you were deadly serious. He desperately wanted to lie to you, to tell you that he had no idea what the dread doctor had been talking about. But the reason he was about to lose you was because of a lie, and he knew he couldn’t keep it up any longer.
“I came here looking for a pack,” Theo started, too ashamed to meet your eyes. “I wanted to get in good with Scott and-and you trusted me so I thought that maybe if I dated you…”
He heard your sharp intake of breath, his eyes immediately flicking up to meet yours. They were filled with hurt, and he felt even more awful than he already did.
“It’s not what you think,” he said quickly. “At first, I only dated you because I wanted to be a part of the pack, but then I realized I actually liked you. I wanted to break up with you, but it was too late. I was already falling in love with you.”
You eyed him, taking in his broken eyes and painful expression. It seemed like he was telling you the truth, but you couldn’t be sure. You had been dating him for almost a year and you had never suspected a thing. Could you really trust your own judgement?
“You don’t have to believe me,” he told you. “But it’s true. I was helping the dread doctors because they promised me a pack. I didn’t realize what they would do to all those kids. I didn’t know they would kill all those people. By the time I realized I didn’t want to help them anymore I was too far in to get out. I didn’t know what to do, Y/n. I still don’t know what to do, but I do know that I love you and I don’t want to lose you.”
“Okay,” you whispered, going against your better judgement.
“What?” Theo asked.
“You don’t have to lose me,” you told him. “But we’re going to Scott. You’re going to tell him everything, and you’re going to tell him how the hell we can stop people from dying.”
Theo nodded, stunned that you weren’t actually walking out on him. “Of course.”
You sighed, wiping your moist eyes and turning towards the door. “Come on. You’ve got a lot of explaining to do.”

“Hey, Y/n will you come help me with the cake?” Stiles called, popping his head out of the kitchen.
“Sure,” you told him, rising from one of Derek’s old couches.
“Don’t go,” Theo murmured, pulling you back down next to him and burying his face in your hair.
You laughed softly, rubbing his back. “I’m just going to help Stiles. I’ll be right back I promise.”
You pulled away, pressing a sweet kiss to his lips and finally getting off the couch. Theo watched you walk into Derek’s kitchen, a smile on his face as you went to go help Stiles with Lydia’s birthday cake.
It had been three months since Theo had come clean about his association with the dread doctors. With all the information Theo had provided, Scott and the rest of the pack were able to defeat them and save about thirty lives in the process. It took a long time for them to trust him again, but it was worth it.
He finally felt like he was an actual human being, not some monster who let innocent people die. He had made mistakes, ones that some might see as unforgivable, but you loved him enough to forgive him. In the end, that was what made everything worth it.

'I went with Hinata some time ago...just having Sakura switch over to Naruto would make her a cruel woman [towards Hinata]’

Sakura’s feelings

This is just a few of them, but Sakura in many ways has shown growth in personality as well as maturity. Like Sai said once, ‘Sakura isn’t a child anymore, she can see what is right and wrong’. The Sakura you see above,strong-minded and full of light would not have tried to be with Sasuke again. It was Kishimoto’s illogical decision to make this brilliant woman revert to a character that she worked hard to change.

I understand Sakura is a kind, caring and selfless woman and if she refused to confess or accept Naruto’s confession, why was there a need to put her with a man who’s caused her a lot of pain?

I could come up with 100 ways where Naruto, Sakura and Hinata would be in character and at the same time, happy.

Naruto’s feelings

Well, Naruto’s feelings just got trashed, didn’t they. The fact that Kishimoto had to make a movie to fill in for the lack of development, contradicts the fact that he 'planned to go with Hinata since some time ago’.

If Naruto was anything like Jiraiya, Minato or Obito, he would have never given up on Sakura. Sakura did nothing to Naruto that made him unfall for her so i don’t care what anyone says, Naruto will always love Sakura. The Naruto, i know, would never give up, he’d cherish her and shower her with the love and respect that she deserves because that’s part of Naruto’s nindo.

Hinata’s feelings 

Thanks Kishimoto, you have made those comments true when everyone said ‘Hinata’s main purpose in the anime is to be with Naruto’ you really appreciate women, don’t you?

This is what confirmed to me that Hinata is CAPABLE of letting Naruto be with the woman he loves:

I honestly did try to like Hinata- she was mature in the scene above and that speech to Naruto was wonderful but I cannot ignore the fact that Hinata is a woman who just wanted to be with this one man and literally had her life centred towards him. I pity that and wish Kishimoto made her character better than that because there’s more to life than a man. Her dialogue should not have been Naruto-kun 90% of the time. 

This is why i think Sakura made the better heroine. She thought of the entire world, protected those she loved, worked harder to catch up to her team members, and trusted Naruto. She was NOT ’wholeheartedly’ all about Sasuke. Saying that completely disrespects her and she didn’t deserve to end up with the man who hardly ever loved her, hurt her, called her useless and tried to kill her. Gee, what a satisfying ending for Sakura.

Sexism

Not only did Kishimoto make Narusaku tragic but he introduced a whole feminism argument along with it. I used to defend Kishimoto with this because he created a badass female character until he ruined her character. Women like Sakura and Hinata are NOT  defined by a man.It doesn’t teach me anything that Sakura went with a man who just hurt her (i have parents who are remind me of Sasusaku- my father expects an unconditional love from my mother and she has dealt with my father’s abuse for like 20 years and only now has she realised that this was all a big mistake). I hate unconditional love- it’s not healthy and it should not be taught. There is a limit for everything. I’m not saying to be unforgiving, but what people should do is walk in the direction that progresses your future and makes you happy. Move forward, not back. This is all called being realistic not pessimistic.

Hinata’s new name is naruhina. Hardly anyone solely cared for the poor girl, she was always merged with Naruto. I do blame Kishimoto for this. Even when Naruto wasn’t there, Hinata would be shown constantly thinking about him. She’d train while she thought of him. Naruto being motivation is completely fine but once again there is a limit. No woman should be written where she’s bound to a man and there’s no thinking beyond that. 

Yep, it’s obvious that you went with Hinata some time ago

Sakura’s unresolved feelings could NOT have been resolved by seeing Sasuke for a day and Naruto’s strong love for Sakura could NOT have been broken through a movie involving Hinata.

Kishimoto obviously made Naruto and Hinata very very clear and gave us all of this:

Double Standards

Naruto let the woman of his dreams go thinking she’ll be happier which will make him happy. Obviously Hinata can’t do this, she’s allowed to never give up on her love and fight until Naruto loves her back (…no one cares who Naruto truly loves).

Sakura selflessly cannot confess to Naruto or show that she has a switch of heart because that would be cruel. Of course, it’s okay for Naruto to do that. This makes me believe that Kishimoto never gave a damn about Sakura.

Just why

It’s like Kishimoto did this all unconsciously. You don't make chapters worth of development leading two characters together and then pull a 180. Seriously, no one is dumb enough to do that. If Kishimoto was having that much difficulty with the romance, he should have kept all the characters single and made an ending like Bleach. It’s not our fault that Kishimoto wasn’t organised enough with his manga.

I understand that it’s his manga but honestly, what was the point in Naruto loving Sakura, what was the point in those panels where Sakura deeply cared for Naruto, what was the point in the promise of a lifetime, what was the point in making Naruto and Sakura so compatible, what was the point in Minato/Kushina’s comments, what was the point in that confession and Sai’s explanations, what was the point in Sasuke nearly killing Sakura, what was the point of Karin loving Sasuke so much, what was the point in all those dates Naruto and Sakura went on, what was the point in Sakura’s personality development if she was just going to end up with Sasuke, what was the point in giving us all those parallel ships when none of them shadowed naruhina, why didn’t Naruto reciprocate Hinata’s feelings after her confession, why make all the Naruto and Sakura foreshadowing, what was the point in those Road to Ninja moments, why did the databook point towards Naruto and Sakura, why would you make them go on dates, what was the point in other characters thinking Sakura is Naruto’s girlfriend, why was Sakura told that the man she loves must be a great man, why did Hinata smile when Sakura hugged Naruto. There’s just too much. Please, Kishimoto, answer all of these questions because you’ve truly created a tragedy. It might not matter to you, but me and many fans have invested so much emotion and we deserve a valid explanation to why Naruto and Sakura absolutely couldn’t work out for you.

Overall

Naruto and Sakura have something special that even Kishimoto cannot take away. These two are happy in another universe being themselves and being free.

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“It’s unforgivable,

I stole and burnt your soul,

‘Cause that’s what demons do,

They rule the worst in me,

Destroy everything,

They bring down angels like you”

Roses


“Seriously? Him?!”

Your brow drew together in frustration, a distinct crease forming on your forehead.

“Don’t be like that, _______.” the woman before you scolded, “He’s only here for a few days. It would be rude if we didn’t visit.”

“Why should we?” you scoffed, looking away.

“You haven’t seen him almost ten years! Don’t you miss your old friend?”

“Friend?” you narrowed your eyes, “Sehun was never my friend, Umma.”

The tall woman sighed, pressing her painted red lips together in a thin line, “Enough of that. You were kids. Let bygones be bygones.”

“I am,” you frowned, “That’s why I don’t wanna go.”

“Do you want to go overseas next year?”

“Umma-”

“Then you’ll do this for me, ok? And be nice.”

You screeched to a stop, almost colliding with the door before you. Your mother turned to you, fixing a stray strand of your hair.

Be nice. Okay?”

You nodded, gritting your teeth as she rang the doorbell. Almost too quickly, the door swung open, revealing a woman just slightly older than your mother. She grinned, pulling the both of you inside eagerly.

“I’m so glad you could make it,” she kissed your mother on the cheek, “Have a seat, please.”

You dragged your feet to sun room on the right, collapsing onto the floral printed settee. The two older women sat opposite you, folding their legs elegantly. You eyed your mother, hesitantly crossing your legs at the ankles.

“You’ve grown so much, _______-ah.”

You forced a smile, “Thank you.”

“So has Sehun, you know.” his mother sighed. “It feels like just yesterday you two were playing in the yard together.”

“Where is he? We wanted to see him before he went back to Seoul.” your mother asked.

As if on queue, the pattering of footsteps sounded from the stairs in the hall. You turned to the entrance of the room, your eyes instantly falling on another pair, bright and familiar. You held in your breath.

“Annyeonghaseyo.” he bowed his eyes flitting from yours to your mother’s and back.

This was not the Sehun you knew. The Sehun you remembered was chubby, with cheeks the size of golf balls. His eyes were wide and his lips were thin and grinning. He had a habit of picking his nose, and cried whenever he fell down. This Sehun, on the other hand, was tall, nearly six feet, if your eyes served you correctly. His cheeks were slim and his jawline was defined.  He had a habit of biting his lips, and seemed to have a constant frown plastered on his face. His eyes, although essentially the same, were heavily hooded and suggested something you didn’t entirely want to understand. You weren’t sure yet exactly what you felt about this Sehun.

“_______, aren’t you going to greet him?”

You blinked, glancing at your mother. “R-right.”

You stood up, clutching the hem of your dress and bowed to the boy. As you erected yourself, you caught his eyes, glancing, of all places, down your chest. Your face grew hot as you ducked your head, staring blankly at the floor.

“It’s been a while since you’ve seen each other hasn’t it?” one of them asked. It was strange, you thought, how both the women’s’ voices seemed to blend together.

“Why don’t you take her to your room, Sehun? You should catch up.”

“Neh,” he turned, not even sparing a glance your way as he strolled back up the stairs.

You breathed a heavy sigh, dragging your feet along the wood as you followed. Suddenly, you seemed to miss the old Sehun.

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You glanced at the clock. 6:25

Twenty minutes. It had been twenty minutes since you sat down on the edge of his bed and the atmosphere hadn’t eased even a bit. Your eyes wandered over the room, attempting to occupy yourself.

The bedroom was small and fairly empty. A mini TV hung on the wall opposite the twin sized bed you sat on. Across from you, right beside the door, was a desk and office chair, on which Sehun sat, his eyes glued to the screen of his phone. You rubbed your hands along your knees, watching him awkwardly.

“How long are you gonna stare for?”

You blinked, almost jumping at the sudden question. “What? I w-wasn’t-”

“Like what you see?” he glanced up, an annoying playfulness in his eyes, “You’ve been missing out, huh?”

“Please” you scoffed, crossing your legs as you looked away, “Don’t flatter yourself. I was just wondering how you turned out like that.”

“Like what?”

“You know.”

“No, I don’t.” he slipped his phone back into his pocket, leaning forward, “Like what?”

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bone of my bone;

Everything happened too quickly for Charlotte to grasp what was going on. Suddenly she was taken away from her home, her family, and her whole life to a place too far away. around a group of people that she had never met, and now expected very expertly to blend right into roles that she wasn’t even sure she could understand. The stress was getting to the girl, whose hair was tied and knotted on her head by a roundish woman who liked the idea of dressing her up rather than starting a conversation. A cousin of a cousin, was about all she was able to gather, that and her bodice being laced far too tightly, and her wrist still lightly burnt from the slash that took place. Scotland was more wild than she imaged, incredibly rolled with its hills and its land and its accents that she was too scared to ask the tongues to repeat. So most of the blurry day was a far off memory, becoming less and less understandable as it wore on. She struggled with the days of journey, the warning hisses of her mother to be a good wife, and any sort of fantasy she had about marrying an Oxford boy far out of her reach. Charlotte had been bred as a certain class, a lower one who pined to go up in standings, and since the death of her father the woman of the house turned from bustling girls to serious adults in a quick breath. And at this time the news she was more or less sold off to pay off an even deeper debt seemed even more uncalled for. So there she sat, doing her best not to let out any sort of whimpering sob, struggling with catching her breath in such a tight fitting dress against her breasts and ribs, and doing her best not to cause a scene. No one wanted a sobbing bride, her mother told her before shutting her up the carriage, and no one wanted a disobedient one either, and right now, Charlotte felt like both.

Just looking at her new husband was a challenge. She assumed no joy would come from it, no matter how sweet his face seemed to be. Now matter how soft his mouth was against the broken skin of her wrist as she puffed on the air that become a problem hitting her lungs, no matter how scared she might have felt. Within the whirlwind, Charlotte was now promised to another. She belonged to someone now. She didn’t want to find him attractive, or her small silent victories that he was younger than her sisters scared her about. They teased her about become someone’s third wife, panicked her about childbirth, and her own mind was just as much of problem. She must have come off incredibly rude, looking up into his eyes only for a passing moment, she did. And she allowed herself to be curious about him. That maybe her luck would turn bright, and her heart would be safe. She didn’t except any sort of passion with the man beside her. She refused to believe that the love she thought that maybe one day she would get because of the books she read would make her happy. No, right now all she wished for was a harmless life. A son would be nice to keep the attention off of her. The less he looked at her, the better she would be. And even when her eyes would slip too long against his arms, or the curls around his ears, and how darling red it was.

The music was still loud, no matter how much it was dying down, and the strange celebration of a land she was unfamiliar with only caused the girl to tighten with the stress. She wanted to pretend it was all a bad dream. The dress was at least lovely, she was quickly changed by the woman who washed her and pulled her hair. It was the finest thing she had ever known and she was sure it was borrowed. The fabric was all silver and cream, and the hips were exaggerated by twice their size and her waist was slender than it had ever been and the sleeves that went to her elbows fluttered as she moved, each of her little nervous twitches, her small movements. Still, she doubted she was Adam’s first pick for wives, and frankly Charlotte wasn’t even sure she was ready to be a wife. But the girl sat tall as ever and painted herself up like she was kind. Most of the day had been a rush, of colors of red and greens and brows and the silver she wore and ring that was loosely around her finger that she spun whenever she got even worse. She hoped for silence, and she hoped Scotland would be kind to her. She hoped the cold air wasn’t as cruel and the fields were as beautiful in the paintings. And most of all, she hoped her new husband would be just as sweet.

Charlotte scooted her body closer to Adam, and she slowly left her fingers from rubbing the fresh slice to bring her hand up to his wrist. Her touches were still nervous, just like everything about the girl, but she still manged to place it softly upon his skin to get his attention. She found herself moving even closer to him, unable to fight off the closeness as she gazed up at him. His eyes once again struck her, unforgivably kind as she slid her own thumb against his. Her mouth opened, but a stuttering sound first came out. She hadn’t known what to refer to him as yet. She had only just learned her husband’s name after all. Adam Walker. She was a Walker now, which was a strangely familiar last name for the British girl. But she was nowhere near to ask. She was scared to ask anything. Perhaps maybe she would come off arrogant or unintelligent. So past the sputters she manged a small, “I’m getting a tad bit tired,” in almost a whisper. Her thumb became more interested in touching his skin, rubbing against the bones. Thought her eyes did flash for a moment, coming to the realization that leaving the part meant falling into the bedroom. That was even more of a burden. The idea of being alone with him was more striking than being with his family and clan and she looked down, drawing her hand back down to her lap. If they left then there would be more attention to it. And the beers and wines and liquors kept pouring in the strange celebration and Charlotte lifted her hand up and picked up her wine glass and quickly finished it. Her stomach became warm like before and she looked back down at the cut, touching it with her thumb and praying that it would heal quickly.  

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