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The Choices We Make - Part Three

The Choices We Make
MadaSaku

Part one
Part Two

Part three

A deep ache throbbed in the pit of Sakura’s stomach, causing her grip on the edge of the sink to tighten and her knuckles to bleed white. She slipped her eyes closed against the pain and focused solely on inhaling and exhaling until it slowly dwindled and dulled into a more manageable pang. It wasn’t the first time she had experienced light cramping since she had discovered her pregnancy and just like before, she pressed a chakra-laced hand to her abdomen to ease the muscle pain until she was left with just her usual, hindering morning sickness.

Days like these made Sakura take a second look at her life and question just what the hell she had been thinking when she slipped into bed - or rather onto the counter - with Madara. However, she didn’t allow herself to dwell on the matter this time. She had agreed to meet him this morning for tea before she headed to the hospital for her shift, and she needed to leave shortly to make it on time.

Swallowing back the bile rising in her throat, Sakura raised a hand from where they had been braced against the counter to turn the faucet on. She splashed some cool water on her overheated skin and took a moment to collect herself before she exited the tiny bathroom connected to her bedroom to gathered her paperwork for the hospital. Once she was certain she had everything she needed for the day, she swiped her keys from the counter and headed out into the awakening village.

With the early hour, there were few venders and even fewer citizens out and about, leaving a hushed sense of tranquility over the village. A cool, dawn breeze was blowing through the streets and stirring the dust upon the sun-dried road. It powdered the toes of her boots and swirled around her ankles, but Sakura didn’t pay it any mind as she read through the patient file in her hand, her gaze only drawing up to smile in greeting at the occasional shinobi as they passed.

Her journey to the teahouse was otherwise uninterrupted. Sakura had frequented it with the Uchiha Head on a number of previous occasions and her feet followed the familiar path without her having to stop and recall the way.

Sakura was less than a block away when nausea threatened to overcome her again and she paused under the shade of a shop’s awning to press a hand to her mouth as she tucked the chart safely under her other arm. The bile was thick and hot in her throat but she pursed her lips together, refusing to give into her body’s demands.

‘Mind over body, mind over body,’ she repeated mentally. The last thing she wanted was for Madara to learn of her pregnancy by puking all over him. 'Although it would be fitting,’ she realized with a soft snort.

Her sudden amusement chased the worst of her sickness away and she swallowed thickly as she distracted herself by entertaining the comical image. It would certainly be a story worth-telling, that much was certain.

Sakura was still smiling softly when she finally arrived at the small teahouse. The doors were wide open in hospitality and she stepped inside before she scanned the dining room in search of Madara. She quickly realized he wasn’t present in the empty room, and she turned expectantly when an employee approached her.

“Welcome, Haruno-san,” the young woman greeted respectfully. “Uchiha-sama has reserved the private room for you this morning.”

Sakura bit back a snort. Of course he did.

The hostess silently gestured for Sakura to follow her before she led them down a small hallway and away from the rest of the mainroom. They stopped before a traditional shoji and the young woman made their presence known before she slid the door opened and entered. “Uchiha-sama, Haruno-san has arrived,” she bowed.

Sakura followed after the other woman but paused just inside the room as her gaze finally settled upon Madara. He had dressed up for the occasion in a dark grey robe made of the richest silks with the Uchiha fan stitched into each side over his breast bone. The color matched the smokiness of his eyes and complimented his handsome face. He was kneeling before a low-sitting table with his arms folded eloquently across his chest, his normally wild mane of hair pulled back into a simple ponytail that emphasized his strong jawline and broad shoulders.

Sakura swallowed hard as her mouth went dry. Next to him, she likely resembled someone who had just crawled out of bed, and she suddenly regretted her decision not to wipe the dust from her boots before entering the establishment. It felt as if she were in the presence of royalty.

Oh yes, she decided. It would be a very bad idea for her to puke on him.

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emily-scully  asked:

(!!!) Very serious prompt: robot Mulder!!

@emily-scully@uglybeastie novena… this is for u guys and only u… i do it all for you mulder…


Scully enters the house. Their house. His now. It’s been months since she’s seen him, since she left him, doesn’t know why he’s called her here. “Mulder?” she calls cautiously.

“Scully.” 

She turns and sees him. He’s standing behind the coffee table, empty but for a stale glass of water, congealing water ring spreading outwards. There’s a funny expression on his face. Blank. Guilty. She can’t read him, what he wants. 

“Mulder, what is it?” she asks softly. 

“I wanted to tell you the truth,” he says.

The house smells awful. Like he hasn’t been cleaning. “The truth? Mulder, what…” 

“The truth about what happened eight years ago. When Mulder was abducted.”

Something like horror springs up in her mind. “You’re Mulder,” she says softly. 

“I’m not Mulder, Scully. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

She blinks once, twice. Oh, god, he is worse off then she thought. She never should’ve left him alone. “Mulder, you’re sick,” she whispers. “Here, sit down.” She touches his arm and it is ice cold. 

“I’m not sick, Scully. I can’t get sick. That’s what I’m trying to tell you.”

“Sit down, Mulder, please.” She feels his forehead, and it is freezing.

“I’m not Mulder, Scully. I’m not even human. I’m a placeholder for your Mulder, the one who was taken from Bellefluer, Oregon.”

She freezes, fingers still frozen against his skin. “Mulder?” she whispers. The horror is coursing through her, cold and real. It can’t be true. He’s lying. 

It’s him, but it’s not him all at once. “No.”

“You’re a… clone?” she asks, hating the feel of the word in her mouth.

“No,” the Mulder-thing says solemnly. “It’s so much worse than that.” He pulls away from her, towards the glass of water, and plunges his hand down into it. Sparks fly from the top of the glass. He shakes.

Scully screams.

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Jace and Simon in the Season 2B trailer

+bonus

The fact that French students still barricade their high schools/university buildings with furniture to protest shit is the True™ les Mis legacy

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tired babies comforting on each other ❤️️❤️️

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#these two scenes imo show exactly why shaw considers root her safe place #let me explain why #so the first gif is just the most serene and content i’ve ever seen shaw #like ever #she’s in eternal bliss and all root is doing is rubbing her back #look at her lip bite #she couldn’t be more of a cat purring in this moment #and then onto the second gif #shaw would legit be on her death bed swearing she’s ok or that nothing is wrong #that’s just how stubborn she is #but in the second gif she actually admitted that she didn’t know if she was ok #the only person she felt comfortable enough to admit that to was root #she’s never been this vulnerable with anyone else #but she loves root and she trusts her so it was just easy for her #what i’m saying is… #they will never not fuck me up

Happy father’s day!! friendly reminder that keith’s dad:

  • abandoned him “so many years” ago, and never even told him why
  • raised and left keith in a run down shack in the middle of the desert 
    • said shack doesnt even have a bed, so keith likely slept on this decrepit looking couch thing with this thin cloth for a blanket
    • because keith had no other relatives or place to go, and due to the shack’s location, enlisting in the garrison was likely one of keith’s only options 
  • his absent father also seems to be the root of all his abandonment issues, which is probably a big part of why he’s also so affected by losing shiro and has trouble opening up to people 
  • mr kogane also never told his son anything about being half-alien that could’ve possibly helped him understand why he feels so lost, or to help prepare him for anything that might happen with the galra in the future 
    • instead, he just leaves keith with the bom knife and tells him nothing about it
    • doesnt tell him anything about his mom either
    • this ensures that keith’s only way of finding out his past would be to endure a perilous cult-like initiation that either ends in “knowledge or death,” which could’ve totally killed him  
  • it might just be because keith’s having this weird nightmare vision, but his dad in bom sure seems…strange. like, how he keeps the windows blocked off and keeps telling keith everything will be fine if they just stay inside. if those lines were pulled from like a repressed memory or something, then the implications just…arent very good…

ya i just…. i would fight keith’s dad

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happy Easter!


something i thought i’d throw together for you, i know it’s not much but i really hope you like these things- especially the glasses. i recently got some glasses that inspired me to make simlish rainbow ray-bans. they’re lit. and also, i know the crop tops aren’t extremely interesting; they just look pretty with jeans and choker. yep. so now you’re probably thinking, “well, where the hell is my download link ya bitch?” well, well, an easter egg hunt i have prepared for you my dear. tis’ not so simple. well it sort of is. here’s the catch, i’ve hidden your two present eggs as links within this post, just to make it a lil more interesting, happy hunting <3

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for those who couldn’t find them;


sim-bans sunglasses

suitable for all genders ❤

(ノ゚ο゚)ノミ  download


little crop tops

new mesh. suitable for all genders ❤

(ノ゚ο゚)ノミ  download

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When [the destined person] has reached the lowest point in their life,
the BEHELIT will find its way them.

» requested by @gatsca

sousuke is jealous and actually crying inside because makoto spends more time looking at his figurine than him