we can rebuild it

jemsquash  asked:

You're the perfect mix of salty and logical and I need help writing about a Naruto fail close to your heart. How do you think a situation would go with someone directly confronting Hiruzen about smol Naruto's living situation? I'd like to have a character reach over and throttle him, but that's probably not the right way to deal with a military dictator. Would he fail to see the problem, or play the bigger picture card?

There’s a plot hole here that I think is basically impossible to reconcile and which is caused by Kishimoto’s poor planning.

Basically, from a meta story perspective, Naruto needs to be in the dark about his origins. So the story tries its “everyone in the village is forbidden to talk about Naruto actually having the Nine Tailed Fox sealed within him and also him being the Fourth’s son, and also we’re going to give Naruto his mother’s surname” The reason being “to protect Naruto from enemies of the village/his father.”

Okay so far as it goes. Yes, it’s impossible in reality to expect an entire city to be able to keep that kind of a secret, especially in a world where we’re shown that the villages actively spy on each other, but I might be willing to suspend disbelief for that.

The problem is that Kishimoto then decided to make Naruto’s mother the previous jinchuuriki and to make her clan, the Uzumaki, such a powerful and famous clan that the swirl symbol everywhere in Konoha was in their honour. This immediately makes the entire thing absurd and goes beyond “willingly suspend your disbelief” level for me, personally. In what possible universe could giving Naruto the surname Uzumaki hide him from enemies? In the universe Kishimoto gave him that surname–a universe where the surname Uzumaki didn’t mean anything much.

So you’ll need to be careful writing any scene touching on this issue because the second you draw the reader’s attention to it, everyone realizes how absurd the situation is and the stated reasoning behind Naruto’s growing up in ignorance falls to shreds. An idiot wouldn’t come up with that kind of plan, and Hiruzen is supposed to be this extremely smart guy? It just doesn’t work as anything except “the writer fucked up and decided he wanted the Uzumaki to be awesome more than he wanted continuity”.

Sooooo let’s agree to retcon “we kept your heritage a secret to hide you from enemies!!!!” Because that’s bullshit. Cool. Now what?

A more plausible reason for the facts we want to keep for meta reasons–Naruto doesn’t know who he is, what’s inside him, and why–is that Naruto’s background is being specifically held back from Naruto and the other children because the adults don’t know how a small child will handle that kind of information. It’s being kept from Naruto because he might freak out (in a really BIG way), and it’s being kept from his peers because kids might blurt that kind of thing out.

Under this scenario, Naruto’s surname is changed in case Naruto would draw the connection to the surname of the Fourth (whose face looks a lot like Naruto).

I know fandom likes to write “people were constantly beating Naruto up” type scenarios for Naruto’s childhood, and then lately SP has been coming out with the opposite, in those weird filler episodes where Naruto was buddies with everyone (fuck outta here with that shite), but what I see in the manga, and what honestly makes a lot of sense, is not that he was persecuted, just that he was shunned, that businesses locked their doors when they saw him coming and mothers pulled their kids off the playground and ran home.

Why do I say it makes a lot of sense? Well, when Kishimoto wrote the Chuunin Exams and everything with Gaara he hadn’t actually come up with the jinchuuriki concept yet, but we’ll pretend we’re dealing with a reality in which “jinchuuriki” is a known concept. At the same time as Naruto is alive, there is a jinchuuriki of his age in an allied village who keeps killing people. All the sordid details of his infancy and early childhood probably wouldn’t have filtered to the outside world, but “baby tailed beast holder keeps killing adult ninjas” absolutely would have.

In such a world, would you want to go near your village’s Sealed Evil in a Baby? We might like to think we would, and while somebody should have (more on that in a minute), the fear is pretty rational here, and especially not wanting your kid to play with this kid. But you’re forbidden from telling your kid why. So you just gotta say “don’t play with that kid because He’s Bad.”

Now, further thought on Naruto’s living situation. It’s pretty obviously the norm in Naruto society for orphans to live alone. Not only Naruto, but Iruka, Kakashi, and Sasuke are all shown as living alone while academy aged. So in one sense, Hiruzen isn’t giving Naruto any kind of especially cruel treatment here; it’s just that it’s a cruel society generally. But it’s consistent with “society that has child soldiers,” so I’d say this is decent worldbuilding, really.

Therefore it would be difficult to believably get someone entrenched in this society to call this out, you’d have to really work at it. Kakashi, who lived it, isn’t appalled by Naruto living alone; he’s appalled by Naruto not doing his chores. Iruka, who also lived it, doesn’t quite come to the point of fully realizing that this is wrong, but he does empathize with Naruto and acknowledge the pain of the living situation, even if he isn’t to the point of saying that Naruto shouldn’t be in that living situation.

Okay, so where could someone within this society believably call Hiruzen out and actually have the hit connect? I think it’s going to be two points:

1. Minato and Kushina specifically asked Hiruzen to care for Naruto. Hiruzen may think his “kindly hair ruffle when I see him around” etc act is enough to fulfill this promise, but I think he could be nailed on this point.

2. Hypocrisy of Konohamaru’s treatment vs. the other orphans. Ohhhhh boy is this one ripe for exploitation and if I was going to have a character call Hiruzen out, this is the bell I would ring. Why doesn’t Naruto have a private tutor? I’m gonna repeat that again and bold it, Why doesn’t Naruto have a private tutor? He’s a jinchuuriki, who are supposed to become weapons for their village–why aren’t they training their own weapon?!

Okay, I hope that helps, and please send me a link to your writing when you post it! :D


We can rebuild him, make him stronger, faster, more capable of slapping


The Oregon Coast Project

The Oregon Coast is a very special place to me. I was born on the east coast, and shortly before my brother was born my family moved to Lincoln City, where I lived until I was 4 or 5. All of my formative memories are from times on the coast, from riding my tricycle on the beach just a block from our house, to being caught in a sneaker wave and my dad sprinting into the ocean to come save me from being washed away. Every time I revisit these places I’m filled with a weird feeling of nostalgia and sadness - not because the memories I have are sad, but because this place probably won’t be around for much longer - at least not the way we’ve come to know it. 

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Vimes knelt down by Dorfl. The broken clay skull looked as empty as yesterday’s breakfast egg. But there was still a pinpoint of light in each eye socket.
“Usssss,” hissed Dorfl, so faintly that Vimes wasn’t sure he’d heard it.
A finger scratched on the floor.
“Is it trying to write something?” said Angua.
Vimes pulled out his notebook, eased it under Dorfl’s hand, and gently pushed a pencil into the golem’s fingers. They watched the hand as it wrote – a little jerkily but still with the mechanical precision of a golem – eight words.
Then it stopped. The pencil rolled away. The lights in Dorfl’s eyes dwindled and went out.
“Good grief,” breathed Angua. “They don’t need words in their heads…”
“We can rebuild him,” said Carrot hoarsely. “We have the pottery.”
Vimes stared at the words, and then at what remained of Dorfl.
“Mister Vimes?” said Carrot.
“Do it,” said Vimes.
Carrot blinked.
“Right now,” Vimes said. He looked back at the scrawl in his book.


“And when you rebuild him,” he said, “when you rebuild him… give him a voice.”

– Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay

What Beyonce has done with LEMONADE.

She showed the complexities of black women, she showed vulnerability from the very first song.

 “Pray You Catch Me” , is as soft and tender , it’s laying your heart out , all the questions you have asked yourself.

“Hold Up “, the acknowledgement for your feelings and holding someone accountable for there actions.

”Don’t Hurt Yourself “, is the epitome of the black women, we will be alright with or with out you so pull yourself together IMMEDIATELY.

 “Sorry” , is unapologetic , its saying I have nothing to apologise for when you messed up, go to that other woman if you want to. 

“6 INCH”, the hard working woman , shes got her own , you don’t need you to do a thing for her because she will do it on her own, she wants nothing from you.

“Daddy Lessons” ,first of all this is a country song , BLESS IT! for all those men that love to say women especially black women are looking for a man to replace our fathers  , this is for you. She wrote a song about a father teaching his daughter to fight for herself and when a man comes to her that seems just like him to shoot. 

“Love Drought” , this is believing in the love you and someone have. the faith that you can build everything back up together.After the fall the only way is up, its you and me ,lets do this,we are a team its all about us.

“Sandcastles”  Begging the person you love to show you that they feel something , to prove to you that everything you built together wasn’t for nothing at all.

“Forward” is the continuation to “sandcastles” its sang by james blake , there is a line in this that says “ I love you more than this job” and there is another line asking your love to lay back in the spot next to you. This warrants no explanation. listen to it and feel it.

“Freedom”  EMPOWERMENT , this song is acknowledging police brutality and the live of our black men and black boys that have been lost at the hands of the police with out any justice. The only crime  they committed was being black.Bless there family ,may the lord grant them peace that surpasses all understanding.

“All Night” after the fall , after feeling alone, after all the pain.The healing that true love brings, coming back together after being apart for so very long gives you new life and passion.

“Formation” EMPOWERMENT, the song that shook the super bowl, made critics angry, made police officers feel unsupported by her because she acknowledged her blackness and used her voice and platform to give her people strength. She used symbolism and visualization to make pointed statements and let everyone know she knows her roots. I love my negro nose with jackson five nostrils.

I love Lemonade because Beyonce just showed the world that black women aren’t the stereotypes they including our black  men make jokes out of . We are emotional beings , we cry , we fight, we work hard and we rebuild. We as black women can be sexy and still be all about our business , we arent just body figures to drool over . We as black women matter, our feelings matter, our mental health matters and OUR CHILDREN MATTER and if you don’t think so , then you don’t matter and just like all the generations before us we will do it all on our own.

 - Myriesha B.

*do not remove my name*


  • Critics: Batman vs. Superman was so dismal and hopeless. It was grimdark for the sake of grimdark. It didn't have any of the hope superhero movies are supposed to have.
  • Bruce Wayne at the end of Batman vs Superman: Men are still good. We fight. We kill. We betray one another. But we can rebuild. We can do better. We will. We have to.
  • Me: ?????????????????????????
A Taste of Betrayal

This is the first in a series of Hannigram first sexual encounters. Each chapter is an unrelated one-shot fic that explores different aspects of their relationship and how it might develop into a sexual one. Some will be angsty and rough, some will be tender and fluffy, some will be during show canon, some will be season 4 timeframe, etc.

If you enjoy, please leave a comment or reblog. Feel free to send suggestions, although I can’t promise I’ll fill prompts right away. But, ideas are welcome!

Will handed Hannibal a glass of whiskey. “Here, from the bottle you got me. I had been saving it, but this seems like as good a time as any.”

Hannibal sniffed it. “I generally prefer wine, but I’m happy to share this with you, Will.”

The night sky outside Will’s house was dark. The moon and stars hidden behind storm clouds.

Hannibal looked contemplative and rubbed his thin lips together. “I have not been back here since you’ve been released from prison. The air smells different than before. The house has been changed, just as you have.”

Will sized Hannibal up, moving to sit down, his fingers tapping against the glass he held. “Betrayal will change a person. The vibrations between us our different now.”

Hannibal leaned forward in his chair, unbuttoning the front of his suit jacket in one smooth motion.

“We can rebuild something better now, Will. We can become our true selves now, together, and lay bare who we really are in front of one another.”

The words sent a strange tingle up Will’s spine, one of trepidation and also of desire. He was aware of these feelings he sometimes had for Hannibal, more aware of them now after the betrayal and also more bothered by them. They made reaching his end goal more tricky, muddled how he really felt, and made where Hannibal’s feelings began and his own ended more and more hazy.

Hannibal always talked in these euphemisms. They never outright expressed their desires, but their eyes spoke volumes. They knew what the other meant.

“I regret the disruption in our development, Will, but I believe we can evolve beyond this into something more natural and advantageous to us both.”

Maybe it was the whiskey getting to his brain, but Will was tiring of these wordplays. The slithering way Hannibal refused to take responsibility for framing Will, for the pain he had caused.

“I said before that I had to deal with my feelings for you, Hannibal. But do not mistake that to mean that those feelings will end up on a positive note, that they will bring you what you want.”

“What is it you think I want, Will?”

“I think you want many things all at once. You want me. To mold me into a creature of your own design. Partially out of curiosity, partially out of a desire for companionship, partially to see what i will do. How you can change me, bend me to your will.”

Hannibal smirked. Taking another sip of his drink, their eyes locked together.

“I would like to bend your will to mine this time …”

Will’s eyes darkened, hatred and desire mixing together into a poisonous, unstoppable force in his mind. He wanted the man in front of him to become undone at his hand.

Hannibal’s smile widened. “And what would you like to see me become at your hand, Will?”

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What? Found this in a local Wilkos. It’s a half bionicle/half fake Lego sentient bike with machine guns. We can rebuild him, but better.

*edit* I’ve named him NO-Hatu. He was a regular matoran until one day he suffered a fatal crash on his motorbike. Seeing no other option. The Matoran worked with the toa to rebuild him. Unfortunately. The violent crash left his parts mixed in with the bike. In an attempt to rebuild him they had no other option but to combine his parts. Also they attached Machine Guns. He is bigger, stronger, and faster now.
“Do you think people can change?” he asks me, breaking the silence.
What the hell kind of a question is that? I think to myself, how the hell am I supposed to know? But still, I take a breath and tell him the best I can come up with.
“Yes, but not all the way. Parts of someone can change, but not who they are as a whole. It’s kind of like a house, I guess. We are all our own homes, and we can paint the walls and refurnish. We can use tacky throw pillows to cover the stains and we can replace what we damage. If you don’t want anyone to see inside, hang some curtains; if there’s a storm and you get hurt, you rebuild what was broken. But, even though we can replace things and cover them and throw them out, it’s still the house we started with. Sure, maybe the walls were a different color and the mattress was on the floor, and the dishes were from the dollar store, but it was the same foundation. The house we stand in is the house we were born in, the house we will die in. And so, yes, people can change parts of themselves, inside and outside, but they can’t change who they are, who they started out as, who they will die as.”
He doesn’t speak for a few seconds, and I almost think he wasn’t even listening.
But then he lets out a little laugh, but it wasn’t the kind of laugh that made butterflies appear in your stomach and turned your cheeks pink. It was a mocking laugh, the kind that could make your eyes water.
“I was just looking for a yes or no answer, but I guess that works too,” he lets out.
I don’t know if any of it is true, what I said to him. But I hoped it was. Because I’ve been staying in his home for a while now, and it’s starting to get cold.
—  to build a home // An Excerpt From A Book I’ll Never Write #21

in another, better timeline, the 2012 attempt to bring hit the french musical mozart l’opéra rock to the broadway stage was actually successful, and instead of laughing at people on my dash taking sherlock seriously i am currently embroiled in a serious and absolutely vicious argument with a 32 year old mother of three, who lives in westchester, ny and calls herself a “fandom elder”, over whether or not an anachronistic and wildly inaccurate emo-pop retelling of the life of the legendary composer wolfgang amadeus mozart contains queerbaiting