i have a date tmrw…… it’s a
kind of mood, to say the very least djfkdhfkdh
update: date went almost Too Well (aka fuck what now)

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i have a date tmrw…… it’s a
kind of mood, to say the very least djfkdhfkdh
update: date went almost Too Well (aka fuck what now)
i have a date tmrw...... it’s a
kind of mood, to say the very least djfkdhfkdh
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The first five minutes of season six destroyed me
uhm hewwo stawter fowr @moltiam ⸚
mikoto reigns in a giggle while the space between her fingers fills up with frizzy red hair , still dripping wet with water from their earlier mishap : “ 𝙞 𝙙𝙞𝙙 𝙩𝙚𝙡𝙡 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙩𝙤 𝙜𝙤 𝙖𝙧𝙤𝙪𝙣𝙙 𝙞𝙩 . 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙡𝙬𝙖𝙮𝙨 𝙗𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙨𝙤 𝙨𝙩𝙪𝙗𝙗𝙤𝙧𝙣 . ” a hellion of the softest flames (embers that warm more than they burn) , another strand untangled . a small smile graces her face , relaxed and open because she was very well-aware that kushina was still facing the other way (probably pouting and with her arms crossed) . still , her elbows are resting on the top of mikoto’s thighs and that avowal made her fingers shake just a little ---------- because kushina is barely even aware of her own true strength (so surely she wouldn’t notice mikoto’s carefully hidden affections either, right?) .
@cajoled asked: 🌸 is it a flower from taki………. Maybe :eyes: | open meme | 🌸: put a flower in my muse’s hair
It’s an ostentatious flower, boldly colored, and with broad petals expanding as if in mid-embrace. It stands out immediately among all the flora here. Kakuzu obligingly looks it over and comments, “It certainly suits you”, although his tone is mild (if not somewhat amused)—tempered only because Hashirama extended the trust to show him this garden in the first place. He is surrounded by greenery here, all grown by Hashirama’s steady and loving hand. Kakuzu truly feels as if he is stepping into a quiet part of Hashirama’s very being, and he prizes the fact that he is privy to it in any capacity, big or small.
Hashirama chuckles a little and thanks Kakuzu—although, he adds quietly, that flower Kakuzu is looking at is not the one Hashirama wanted to show him. Kakuzu raises a brow—“It isn’t? It’s the loudest flower here,” he says, blunt, although Hashirama knows him well enough to know he’s teasing—but does not protest as Hashirama takes his hand and guides him further into the garden.
Hashirama’s touch is light, but Kakuzu can tell he’s nervous. It’s the air about him: the typical boisterous, confident God of Shinobi is uncharacteristically pensive and thoughtful as they walk towards the back of the garden. Kakuzu wonders what this flower could possibly be to have Hashirama like this. Perhaps it’s another toxic one that Kakuzu explicitly told him to stop having around else he would die of asphyxiation—
They reach the back of the garden, and suddenly, Kakuzu stops in his tracks. He blinks, not sure if he’s really seeing what he thinks he is, because hanging low from a tree is a cluster of soft, light-colored, small and delicate flowers, and they are unmistakably from…
Kakuzu’s already moving to them as Hashirama begins to explain. He’s talking about how he knows Kakuzu misses Takigakure sometimes, that he wanted to make Kakuzu feel more at home here, that he had done some of his own research to grow something he thought Kakuzu would like from his own country—he does like them, right?
Kakuzu turns back to Hashirama even as he cups a single tropical flower in his hand. It is so small, it barely covers two of his fingers. Hashirama’s look is eager, if not somewhat uncertain. Inexplicably, Kakuzu feels his own expression soften underneath his mask. His lips even turn up in the slightest of smiles.
“Yes,” says Kakuzu, “I like them. Thank you, Hashirama.” How very much like Hashirama to do something like this—and as a surprise, no less. Kakuzu does wonder how much Hashirama researched these flowers. He doubts Hashirama knew the greater significance of their meaning, but the coincidence seems almost too great to dismiss as simple happenstance.
But seeing Hashirama simply break into a grin and bound over without another word about it confirmed to Kakuzu that he is unaware of the symbolism—else this entire escapade would have been ten times more dramatic. As it is, Hashirama embraces Kakuzu and says how happy he is Kakuzu likes them, and pulls down Kakuzu’s mask to drink in Kakuzu’s smile before kissing him. Kakuzu returns it, his free hand tracing Hashirama’s neck, before Hashirama breaks away and cheerily reaches for a flower. Deftly, Hashirama picks one off from its cluster and begins to reach for Kakuzu’s hair to put it in.
“Hashirama,” Kakuzu starts, smile fading into a mild frown. He instinctively leans away a little, but as if on cue, Hashirama’s trademark pout crosses his previously radiant face. He says something about how adorable Kakuzu will look, and how well the color will suit Kakuzu’s complexion—all things Kakuzu doesn’t care about—but with a sigh, he says, “Alright, alright, fine.” Denying Hashirama this after all he’s done seems unnecessarily mean-spirited, and anyways, Hashirama will not stop complaining about it for days if Kakuzu doesn’t.
Hashirama immediately brightens again, and he happily places the flower in Kakuzu’s dark hair. Kakuzu feels his cheeks heat up a little as he reflects once again on the flower’s cultural meaning. Hashirama only seems to take this as general embarrassment, however, as he laughs and kisses Kakuzu again, wrapping an arm around his middle to hold him close and placing a hand on his face to run a thumb along his scars. Despite himself, Kakuzu gives in: he leans into Hashirama’s touch and puts a hand on the back of his neck, tangling fingers in his long hair, and enjoys the moment.
And if Hashirama never finds out the flower is traditionally used for weddings—well, Kakuzu supposes, perhaps it’s all for the best…
Oh My God abby why would you do this to my heart i’ M
couldn’t stop thinking about that one franz kafka quote about hiding your face in your lovers embrace and them doing the same because the world doesn’t need to see you anyways need me a freak like that
these were taken 3 hrs apart........ the power of Makeup (and a nap)
Murasakibara: What are we doing?
Himuro: Wasting our lives.
Murasakibara: I meant for lunch.
* KAKUZHU :
Kakuzu doesn’t miss Hashirama slipping his bruised hand into his robes despite the subtlety (even though it’s a god in the room, Kakuzu still remains a highly trained ninja), but he is prudent enough to say nothing about it as he straightens. The fact that Hashirama even feels the need to hide the wounds strikes Kakuzu as strange, however; it’s out of politeness, he supposes, although extending courtesy to your would-be assassin seems somewhat out of touch. Then again, he is speaking to the man who offered him a place to stay after being attacked.
The nurse leaves as Hashirama places the fruit basket on Kakuzu’s bedside table. Seeing him do so almost makes Kakuzu want to laugh. Did Hashirama buy that himself? Imagining the God of Shinobi wandering into a regular grocery and picking out this basket seems a preposterous notion in and of itself—but here Kakuzu is, staring at the same god placing said basket on a table (casual as you please, as one does). It’s mundane—far too mundane—to reconcile with Kakuzu’s image of Hashirama.
There’s a slight pause before Kakuzu replies shortly, “I’m better, thank you.” He’s not even subtle about avoiding Hashirama’s comment about formalities. What am I supposed to call you? Is this some sort of attempt to make Kakuzu more comfortable? Unfortunately, it’s having the opposite effect—Hashirama Senju’s attempts at familiarity only set Kakuzu more on edge.
There’s another mild pause before Kakuzu adds stiffly, “It seems you’re also doing well.” It sounds awkward and inappropriate coming from him, the one who tried to kill Hashirama, but it felt equally as wrong to not return a similar courtesy. Before Hashirama could attempt to engage in small talk, Kakuzu continues, “Is there something you needed from me?”
the perturbed glance the nurse cast his way didn’t miss him , yet hashirama smiles reassuringly --------- there is no actual threat in here (nor was there ever really) . he has had many men (and women occasionally) strive to take his life and yet none of them have managed to catch his eye like this . hashirama supposes it’s the height that made him hard to miss . ❛ 𝙞’𝙢 𝙜𝙡𝙖𝙙 𝙩𝙤 𝙝𝙚𝙖𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪𝙧 𝙧𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮 𝙞𝙨 𝙜𝙤𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 . ❜ he offers another smile as he reaches for the chair at the bed-side and pulls it closer (because no tamer has ever feared its subject -------- all that is needed is respect) . he gestures to the basket , just in case kakuzu was hesitant to grab something , because his presence did have that intimidating effect on people occasionally .
he chuckles at kakuzu’s reply : the man clearly didn’t feel very comfortable sharing familiarities yet (but hashirama thinks an assassination attempt was more than intimate enough for that) . he nods in spite of his amusement , agreeing with the obeservation --------- his uniform was the only person who had needed stitches after their fight (besides kakuzu , of course) . he examines the other man a bit closer : a very intense jawline and prominent cheekbones immediately stand out , something he naturally hadn’t noticed during their battle (but he decides he likes it either way) . ❛ 𝙘𝙪𝙩𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙧𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙩𝙤 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙨𝙚 ! 𝙬𝙚𝙡𝙡 , 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙘𝙖𝙪𝙜𝙝𝙩 𝙢𝙚 . 𝙞 𝙙𝙤 𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙚𝙚𝙙 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖𝙣 𝙤𝙛𝙛𝙚𝙧 𝙛𝙤𝙧 𝙮𝙤𝙪 . ❜ he’s mildly aware of how strange it actually sounds , which tobirama had told him more than enough times and yet here he was .
hashirama is a big advocate of believing in the best in people , so he felt confident that nothing could possibly go wrong (the worst that could happen is kakuzu rejecting it , but that wasn’t the end of the world either) . ❛ 𝙖𝙨 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙥𝙧𝙤𝙗𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙮 𝙣𝙤𝙩𝙞𝙘𝙚𝙙 , 𝙞 𝙙𝙤𝙣’𝙩 𝙝𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙖 ... 𝙗𝙤𝙙𝙮𝙜𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙙 , 𝙞𝙛 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙬𝙞𝙡𝙡 . 𝙢𝙮 𝙗𝙧𝙤𝙩𝙝𝙚𝙧 𝙠𝙚𝙚𝙥𝙨 𝙪𝙧𝙜𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙢𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙞𝙜𝙣 𝙢𝙮𝙨𝙚𝙡𝙛 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙤𝙢𝙚𝙤𝙣𝙚 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙞 𝙛𝙚𝙚𝙡 𝙡𝙞𝙠𝙚 𝙮𝙤𝙪 𝙛𝙞𝙩 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙙𝙚𝙨𝙘𝙧𝙞𝙥𝙩𝙞𝙤𝙣 . ❜ which is slightly odd , because the main requirment of a boyguard is to protect him and not to try and kill him (but hashirama supposes they just had a rough start) . still smiling widely , he presents his offer on a silver platter with hopeful eyes . ❛ 𝙗𝙪𝙩 𝙮𝙤𝙪’𝙧𝙚 𝙫𝙚𝙧𝙮𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙨𝙖𝙮 𝙣𝙤 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙡𝙚𝙖𝙫𝙚 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙞𝙡𝙡𝙖𝙜𝙚 , 𝙤𝙛 𝙘𝙤𝙪𝙧𝙨𝙚 . ❜ by no means did he want to pressure kakuzu into anything ---------- this was merely a job offer , nothing more and nothing less .
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Full offense but your writing style is for you and nobody else. Use the words you want to use; play with language, experiment, use said, use adverbs, use “unrealistic” writing patterns, slap words you don’t even know are words on the page. Language is a sandbox and you, as the author, are at liberty to shape it however you wish. Build castles. Build a hovel. Build a mountain on a mountain or make a tiny cottage on a hill. Whatever it is you want to do. Write.
zabuza pauses in front of utakata, eyes trailing down to the slightly exposed skin of his chest, catching instantly on the glimmer of stone and jewel hanging comfortably between his collarbones. it's beautiful, zabuza can admit that much to himself, but the sentiment comes second to minor embarrassment, and he clears his throat. ' you don't have to wear it, if you don't want. ' (uwu)
* UNPROMPTED / @GODMIST !
zabuza calls him ‘princess’ (at least sometimes) . his skin is thicker now (thankfully) , a gooey-sticky thing he has wrapped around himself and perhaps it’s just saiken’s chakra stacking up over time ——— maybe it’s a sort of apathy he had adapted in order to survive . even as son of the mizukage , he’s never possessed anything valuable (material or not) . the weight around his neck feels restricting (the cold metal of it searing the word ‘commitment’ into his skin) and yet it doesn’t feel wrong . it’s simply strange : but this whole situation is beyond strange , a pair of trained killers on the run with two soon-to-be killer children in tow , practically playing house (as if they didn’t have to fight for survival every season of every single year) .
he notices the shade of red on his lover’s cheeks (a smile-worthy sight regardless) , glistening in the glaring sunlight hitting their forms on the clearing he had been working on . for lecturing so much about emotions , utakata really didn’t have himself nearly as in check as he had thought . ❛ forgive me for running off earlier . i … ❜ even his words do not come to him as easily as they normally did (why now !) ——— saiken’s laughter is all that ricochets in the hallows of his skull . but he looks at the precious stone and thinks that zabuza could have certainly been executed if caught stealing it (and yet that only leaves him to swallow harder around the lump in his throat) . why is this so hard ?
instead utakata chooses to let actions speak for him . a hand finds its way to a cheek (and it’s sticky with sweat , but when has either of them ever cared about that) to gently urge zabuza to meet his eyes again , making sure to prove with his softened gaze how much the man had spoiled his heart . ❛ of course i want to wear it . it’s beautiful . ❜ his tip-toes help press his lips to the other shinobi’s lips and it’s all the adoration utakata feels within him (expressed in a simple romantic gesture) . his confidence seeps back as their eyes meet again (and saiken is finally silenced again) : ❛ just don’t risk your head over something like this ever again . i can’t raise haku and hotaru on my own . ❜
love + vulnerability:
1. "I don't want your love unless you know I am repulsive, and love me even as you know it." (georges bataille, from 'my mother')
2. "Finally, in a low whisper, he said, "I think I might be a terrible person." For a split second I believe him - I thought he was about to confess to a crime, maybe murder. Then I realized that we all think we might be terrible people. But we only reveal this before asking someone to love us. It is a kind of undressing." (miranda july, from 'the first bad man')
3. "I also learned the word dendrochronology—analyzing the patterns of tree rings to know everything that has ever happened to a tree. This is how I love you. I am peeling back my skin, layer by layer, so you will finally know everything inside me." (roxanne gay, from 'strange gods')
this reminded me sm of the rpc that i had to laugh for a solid 10 mins
The Truman Show (1998) / Bojack Horseman (2014-present)