trying to look after me

please dont let this website make you think its okay to barely sleep at all, its often joked about on here but in reality it can seriously affect your health, i know its not always possible but please try and get a decent amount of sleep whenever you can, and remember to look after yourselves okay thank you~


Since it’s Valentine’s Day today, I figured it was important to create a photoset of canon Ichimatsu responding to romantic gestures.

(Left is from circa Valentine’s Day 2016, from an official art image set titled “Being Confessed to”, the right is an Osomatsu Party card from Valentine’s Day 2017, depicting Ichimatsu receiving a gift from an admirer.)


Shimura Doubutsuen [2017.06.24]
└ Ohno + ガー (> ∀ <)


Jun was worried for Mingyu.


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Amanda squints at Hugo from across the table. “This isn’t weird.” She says gesturing between them. Hugo raises both eyebrows at her. “This is not weird. This is not awkward.” She nods to herself and leans forward.

“I’m going to start calling you Hugo. You are going to promise not to break my dad’s heart or I’ll break your kneecaps. Both of ‘em.”

Dad pokes his head out of the kitchen, “You’ve been talking to Robert again, haven’t you?”

“Yeah, and he’s with me on this.” She stops squint/glaring at Hugo for a moment to look over at her dad. “Oh, and the threat goes both ways. Sorry, dad. If you hurt Hugo, Robert’s gonna break your kneecaps.”

“Good thing we don’t plan on hurting each other.” Hugo says, smiling over at Dad.

“Damn straight…” Dad says as he wanders back into the kitchen.

Amanda holds out a hand to shake, Hugo reaches out and shakes Amanda’s hand. “So… did you really call that kid a bitch that one time?” Hugo laughs and nods. “Huh. Always thought you were kind of boring, but you’re a total badass!”

Dad comes into the room again, and nudges Hugo. “Tell her the whole story. It’s amazing.” Without needing to be told twice, Hugo jumps into the story of that night.

Amanda decides in that moment that she likes Hugo, she likes the way he makes her dad laugh.

Friend: Why are you so obsessed with Supergirl?

Me: Well, have you seen the female cast?

Friend: You know I’m straight right?

Me: Try saying that after looking at the cast

Friend: WTF???


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The Choices We Make - Part Three

The Choices We Make

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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My mom’s cat had kittens and they’re sooooo cuuuteeee, they’re a week old in this pic and they try and hiss if you touch them without mom around, but all that comes out is this little KHCK sound and they jump a little bit.

woke up with two furry butts in my face today

(I literally can’t believe I went to the lengths of drawing this stupid thing to procrastinate drawing something else)