sickle weasel / ap.

[sunawind]

uh oh sisters

[divakaashi-archive]

[sunawind]

          I  WAS  BORN  FOR  THE  STORM ,  &  A  CALM  DOES  NOT  SUIT  ME

/     by  walker.     art.     personals,  do  not  reblog.

richard siken sentence starters.

quotes are all taken from various poems out of richard siken’s poetry book crush.  feel free to change pronouns/etc if needed.

❝  tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.  ❞

❝  tell me we’ll never get used to it.  ❞

❝  there are so many things i’m not allowed to tell you.  ❞

❝  i swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.  ❞

❝  i want it back now, baby. i want it back.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry. we know how it works. the world is no longer mysterious.  ❞

❝  that’s a nice touch.  ❞

❝  i like him and i want to be like him.  ❞

❝  i’m sure you remember, i was on the phone with you, sweetheart.  ❞

❝  history repeats itself.  ❞

❝  there are many names in history, but none of them are ours.  ❞

❝  you could drown in those eyes.  ❞

❝  but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.  ❞

❝  sorry about the blood in your mouth. i wish it was mine.  ❞

❝  i couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but i wore his jacket for the longest time.  ❞

❝  you wanted happiness, i can’t blame you for that, and maybe a mouth sounds idiotic when it blathers on about joy but tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.  ❞

❝  there is no way to make this story interesting.  ❞

❝  i want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that i ran out into the street to prove something.  ❞

❝  tell me we’re dead and i’ll love you even more.  ❞

❝  you will be alone always and then you will die.  ❞

❝  i’m sorry i came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.  ❞

❝  who am i? i’m just a writer. i write things down.  ❞

❝  i take it back.  ❞

❝  here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.  ❞

❝  you still get to be the hero.  ❞

❝  what more do you want?  ❞

❝  love, for you, is larger than the usual romantic love. it’s like a religion. it’s terrifying.  ❞

❝  no one will ever want to sleep with you.  ❞

❝  you know that recently we have had our difficulties and there are many things i want to ask you.  ❞

❝  you had not expected this.  ❞

❝  walk a mile in my shoes.  ❞

❝  a man takes his sadness down to the river and throws it in the river but then he’s still left with the river.  ❞

❝  you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.  ❞

❝  hush, my sweet. these tornadoes are for you.  ❞

❝  that sounds overly valorous.  ❞

❝  do you love yourself?  ❞

❝  i don’t have to answer that.  ❞

❝  you wanted more.  ❞

❝  i had a dream about you.  ❞

❝  there’s nowhere to go. there’s nowhere to go.  ❞

❝  in these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.  ❞

❝  will you love me even more when i’m dead?  ❞

❝  you didn’t show up. i kept waiting.  ❞

❝  i swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass and you’re dead.  ❞

❝  i don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.  ❞

❝  you can sleep now, you said. you can sleep now. you said that. i had a dream where you said that. thanks for saying that. you weren’t supposed to.  ❞

❝  hello darling, welcome home.  ❞

❝  please keep him safe.  ❞

❝  i just don’t want to die anymore.  ❞

❝  you want to die for love, you always have.  ❞

❝  you didn’t think you’d feel this way.  ❞

❝  you saved my life. i owe you, i owe you everything.  ❞

❝  please, just for one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up.  ❞

❝  you’re all i ever wanted and worth dying for, too.  ❞

❝  drive into that tree, drive off the embankment. ______, make something happen.  ❞

❝  we are not dirty.  ❞

❝  you keep singing along to that song i hate. stop singing.  ❞

❝  here is the sink to wash away the blood.  ❞

❝  this is not harmless. you are not breathing.  ❞

❝  i will come back from the dead for you.  ❞

[sunawind]

          I  WAS  BORN  FOR  THE  STORM ,  &  A  CALM  DOES  NOT  SUIT  ME

/     by  walker.     art.     personals,  do  not  reblog.

[sunawind]

"tem, did you hear that--?" he holds out and arm behind him to stop them both in their tracks. painted brows narrowed on the vast dunes ahead of them. not far off, a breeze flutters sand across the horizon. then, stillness. kankuro farts.

brows  furrow  in  a  mix  of  confusion  &  concern,  gaze  moving  past  him  to  try  &  see  what  he  sees.     nothing  seems  to  catch  her  eye,  &  nothing  alerts  her  senses…  until  that.

❝     you  idiot,  what  if  there  had  actually  been  something!     ❞ she  immediately  shouts  with  disgust,  hitting  his  arm  with  the  folded  slats of  her  fan.

[konoshade-blog]

kiss ur gf

kiss meme. / one  out  of  five. / @sunawind

the  celebration  before  them  is  truly  a  sight  to  behold  —- fireworks  scatter  and  explode  across  the  (  slowly  darkening  )  night  sky  and  the  cool  air  of  spring  breezes  passes them,  prompting  shikamaru  to  draw  her  in  just  a  tad  closer,   his  arm  settled  comfortably  around  her  shoulders.  they’re  dressed  in  traditional  garb,  temari  a  little  more  so  than  himself  but  not  by  a  spectacular  degree,  and  wonder  brims  her  eyes  as  she  watches  the  colors  appear,  disappear,  rinse,  repeat. 

shikamaru  on  the  other  hand  has  his  gaze  fixed  on  her,  and  he’s  filled  with  nothing  short  of   visceral  warmth,  occupying  his  chest,  heart,  and setting  upon  a  fog  in  his  mind  that  he  can  only  rationalize  as  being  brought  on  by  the  love  he  feels  for  her; the  love  he  has  felt  for  quite  some  time.  he  could  pin  point  the exact  moment  he  fell  —- after  all,  there  isn’t  much  in  this  life  he  can’t  pinpoint  —- but  the  longer  he  thinks  about  it, the  more  he begins  to  suspect  that  it  wasn’t  just  one  moment, but  rather  a  collection  of  thousands  of  little ones, just  like  this. 

it  doesn’t  matter,  though.  not  when, not  how  (  besides,  this  question  is  most  easily  answered  in  the  form  of:  how  could  he  not  fall  for  her ? ), but  simply  that  he  did.  

sharp  as  she  is,  temari  catches  him  staring,  quirks  a  brow, asks  what  that  face  is  all  about.  loosely  translated,  what’s  on  your  mind,  sweaty?  the  thought  prompts  an  immediate  grin  out  of  him,  and  shikamaru  hums nonchalantly  in  response.  his  eyes  shift  to the sky, but  his  attention  remains  on  her; mind  finely  tuned  to  phase  out  every  sound  that  wasn’t  her  voice. 

❝     that  look?  hate  to  break  it  to  ya  this  late  in  the  game,  but  that’d  just  be  my  face,  tema. what’s  a  guy  supposed  to  do?  change  his  face?  i’ll  be  real  butthurt  if  your  reply  to  that  has  anything  to  do  with  transformation jutsus,  by  the  way.     ❞   every  second  of  his  elongated,  point  distracting  quip  is  spoken  with  nothing  short  of  fondness.  even  as  he  tries  to  fall  back  on  sarcasm  and  ye  ole’  wit  to  protect  his  cool  demeanor,  he  feels  his expression  softening,  beginning  with  the  of  the  shift  of  his  eyes  to  meet  hers  once  again,  and  lip  corners  gradually  upturning.  in  a  word, shikamaru  is  lovestruck.  

❝     what  i’m  thinking  about,  though…     ❞   shikamaru  pauses  for  inflection  and  turns  to  face  her  properly,  endeared  evermore  by  the  look  of  momentary  confusion  on  her  face  in  time  this  shift,  and  closes  his  eyes,  smiling  now  in  a  way  that  was  subtle  in size,  but  heavy  with  feeling.  ❝     …   is  how  in  love  i  am  with  you.    ❞  

when  his  eyes  re - open,  he  can  tell  that  her  initial  reaction  is  shock,  above  all  else.  it  doesn’t  resonate  as  the  negative  sort  though,  and  in  the  silence  following,  he  doesn’t  cease  smiling  for  even  a second.  suddenly,  her  palm  cups  delicately  on  his  cheek  and  anticipation  based  confusion  of  his  own  takes  form,  but  just  for  a  second.  temari  doesn’t  say  that  she  loves  him  —- in  fact,  temari  doesn’t  say  a  single  thing  —-  and  yet,  he  doesn’t  sense  rejection.  even  if   she  doesn’t   say  it  because  she  isn’t  there  yet  rather  than  being  unable  to  say  it  as  he  assumes,  shikamaru  is  alright  with  that.  there’s  something,  he  isn’t  sure  if  it’s  in  her  eyes  or  the  tender  touch  that  lingers  on  his  face,  that  tells  him  she’s  happy  with  what  she’s  heard. 

that’s  enough  for  him.  that’s  more  than  enough.  he  doesn’t  mind  the  thought  of  staying  there  forever,  his  face  in  her  hand  as  time  slowed  all  around  them,  but  in  light  of  the  moment,  there’s  somewhere  else  he’d  rather  be.  he  closes  the  distance  between  them, all  the  while  using  his  free  hand  to  tilt  up  her  chin  so  that  their  lips  meet  in  what  feels  like  perfect  sync.  the  kiss  is  slow  and  it’s  soft  in  nature,  but  there’s  an  amount  of  passion  put  into  it  on  shikamaru’s  end  that  seems  to  be  especially  reserved  for  moments  like  now. 

oh  god,  does  he  love  her. 

when  they  break  from  it, shikamaru  offers  her  a  sheepish  grin,  not  quite retreating  all  the  way  back  to  his  former  position  but  instead  staying  ducked  down  for  a  moment, in  order  to  whisper  a  little  something. ❝     oh,  and…  we’re  definitely  late  for  a  dinner  that  i  promised  asuma  sensei  we’d  be  at.  up  for  a  little  hustle?     ❞   

is  our  relationship  good  luck  for  me,  or  just  bad  luck  for  her ? oh  well. she  ain’t  complaining  –  yet. 

[sunawind]

hey ;) :*

he  groans  the  second  he  sees  her  &  temari  motions  for  him  to  follow     —–     even  the  high  temperatures   won’t  stop  her  from  dragging  him  on  a  walk.     it’s  become  a  custom  when  he  visits,  even  if  he  would  prefer  to  relax  in  the  cooler  air  of  her  home.

since  he’s  arrived  he’s  been  whining,  complaining  about  the  heat  the  second  he  entered  the  village     (     &  the  land,  she’s  sure     ).     it’s  one  of  the  warmest  days  in  recent  months,  &  it  only  makes  his  complaints  worse.     it   bears  down  on  them,  sun  overhead  is  past  its  highest.

the  moment  they  leave  she  offers  shikamaru  a  small  fan.     one  from  her  own  collection  that  she  keeps  on  her  when  she  knows  to  expect  him.     she  has  her  own,  lightly  fanning  her  face  for  a  small  breeze  despite  being  accustomed  to  the  heat.     he’s  less  enthusiastic,  calling  it  a  drag.     it  doesn’t  take  long  for  it  to  wear  on  her,  &  she  concedes  to  his  requests  for  a  break.

she  stands  her  over - sized  fan  up  in  the  sand,  facing  away  from  the  afternoon  sun.     it  allows  for  little  shade,  but  enough  to  give  them  a  cooler  spot  to  sit  &  relax.     shikamaru  is  quick  to  lie  down,  head  in  her  lap  as  she  reclines  with  her  back  to  her  weapon.     the  smaller  one  is  still  in  hand,  &  as  she  looks  down  at  him  she  grimaces,  waving  it  at  his  face.

❝     you’re  kind  of  gross,     ❞     she  grumbles,  eyes  closing  with  a  sigh.     ❝     even  for  it  being  this  hot,  that  can’t  be  normal.     ❞

it  elicits  little  response  beyond  a  grumble  of  his  own  as  he  wipes  his  brow.     she  sighs  again,  heavier  this  time,  &  allows  herself  to  enjoy  the  silence  as  his  complaints  stop.     the  longer  they  rest  in  the  shade,  the  more  comfortable  it  grows. 

a  hand  soon  comes  to  rest  on  his  chest,  putting  the  fan  down.     her  thumb  gently  rubs  over  the  fabric  of  his  shirt.     temari  silently  judges  the  weight  of  the  fabric  he  wears  knowing  full  well  the  kind  of  heat  he’d  be  subjected  to,  but  she  doesn’t  bring  it  up.     instead  she  relaxes  more,  settling  into  her  spot  &  allowing  a  peaceful  smile  to  reach  her  lips.     her  calm  stare  moves  between  the  horizon  &  shikamaru’s  half - dazed  expression  seemingly  fixed  on  the  open  sky.

she’s  content  to  stay  like  this  for  little  under  an  hour.     the  sun  doesn’t  seem  to  have  moved  an  inch  above  them.     eventually  her  hand  pats  his  chest,  calling  for  his  attention.     the  apparent  startle  makes  her  laugh  &  she  leans  to  place  a  gentle,  slow  kiss  upon  his  lips.

❝     we  should  probably  head  back,     ❞     she  smirks  &  kisses  him  again,  this  time  quick.     ❝     before  you  faint,  because  there’s  no  way  i’ll  carry  you  back.     ❞

[sunawind]

head perched on her shoulder , ino reaches up , fingers touching against her cheek. " you look pretty today. " not that temari looked bad , ever , but something about the sun hitting her silhouette like this ... ino feels entranced. can't move her eyes away. she grins.

the  desert  sun  is  warm  against  their  skin,  beaming  through  the  window  overhead.     curled  on  the  couch  together,  times  like  this  seemed  to  be  so  rare     —–     visits  were  infrequent,  difficult  while  both  have  obligations  of  their  own     (     she  would  love  to  see  each  other  more,  but  she  finds  it  so  hard  to  pry  herself  from  home     ).     yet  they  maintain  an  steady  tempo,  unfaltering  despite  the  distance.     with  ino  leaning  against  her,  the  silence  comfortable  around  them,  she  does  not  take  the  company  &  warmth  for  granted. 

the  touch  is  light,  one  she’s  come  to  lean  into  instead  of  shy  from.     she’s  found  herself  confident  in  what  they  have;  now  she  smiles  at  the  compliments  ino  showers  her  with,  &  cheeks  tint  red  in  a  sense  of  ease.     that’s  what  they’ve  become:  easy.     simple.     &  temari  is  grateful.

fingers  reach  for  ino’s  other  hand  to  intertwine,  a  smile  of  her  own     (     albeit  softer,  fainter,  but  saying  just  as  much  as  the  wide - spread  grin  on  ino’s  face     )     reaches  her  lips.     temari  doesn’t  move  much;  the  tilt  of  her  head  small  enough  to  allow  their  stares  to  meet.     her  voice  befits  her  smile,  a  quiet  whisper,     ❝     so  do  you.     ❞

[korotsu-blog]

hand holding B)

                platonic touch + cheek kiss ft. @sunawind 

she doesn’t voice it , but the energy that emanates from her being is enough to tell. she’s giddy off it , beaming with every look she sends temari’s way. she can’t help it. it’s been too long since temari’s visit to the leaf. closing in a month. and she’d be lying if she said she hadn’t been counting down the days. now that she’s here , ino doesn’t want to leave her side. she does though , but only when something pretty catches her eye and she walks those few steps quicker to get to it. admiring it with care , only to reclaim her space after. 

there’s one , specifically , that ino finds. a present , because what was a date without something to remember it by ? something temari can take back to the sand to know she’s being thought of. she buys it when she’s distracted at a different stall , careful to place it near the bottom of her bag.

when she meets temari again , she answers her question with a small grin and a short: ‘ i’ll get it another time. ‘

it’s sometime later she forgets about it. lost in their conversation ( ino tells her about new flowers coming in and how excited she is to show them to her next time she visits ) when something warm grips around her hand. she pauses , words forgotten , and her gaze falls to where temari’s twined their fingers together. her hand stays still for a few beats , staring , because oh, oh. it’s the first time they’ve done this. that temari’s initiated intimacy and , god. it’s a lot of different things at once. because ino can be too forward at times. show too much at once. and she hadn’t wanted to scare temari off with how fast she’s falling in this likeness. but it’s ―

it’s nice. really nice. 

she snaps out of it though , must have been silent for too long , because temari has started pulling her hand back and ―  “   no , wait !   ”  ino reaches out , tugging temari’s hand back into hers, cheeks dusting with embarrassment.  “   it’s , it’s fine. i want to.   ”  her grips tightens a little when she says it , wings fluttering something soft inside her chest. her gaze rises then , and she doesn’t feel as pathetic now. not when temari is looking just as embarrassed. pink blending into pretty bronze. 

this time she really can’t help it. impulse already spinning , turning and twisting and before she can stop herself , she’s grazing a kiss to that same dusted cheek. gloss lingers in their wake , proof , too late to take back now.  “   sorry i just … i wanted to do that , too.   ”

[natureandbeauty]

[holyjanolli]

girl talk

[yoyo0109]

mesh!

[sunawind]

KONOSHADE.

❝ i’ll level with you here, temari – i didn’t care if you would be fine with it, i just did it.  ❞ again, why she cares so much is a concept far lost on him — he can’t relate to holding onto something for as long as this, or even half that allotted time.  even so, shikamaru can’t ( infuriatingly enough ) find a reason to disagree with her on the points following; one might even say the last bit tilts him more in her favor, as far as understanding goes. guess it would feel like shit to have it handed to you, huh? eyes shift to meet hers laced with caution, and more than that, reluctant acceptance. hand rubbing at the back of his head idly, he sighs.

this was definitely not how he’d anticipated spending his afternoon, but it didn’t seem like she was going to drop it any time soon; at this rate, he’d rather get it over with than hear about it any longer.  ❝    alright, alright. i hear ya, already. if it’ll get you off my back, then let’s go for it. you know it’ll be different though, right? we’re not exactly two genin anymore. i mean, you’re a jounin. i’m not scared, but i’m not stupid, either.   ❞

the  passive  ignorance  is  grating,  but  it’s  a  welcoming  surprise  to  hear  him  agree.     temari  thought  she  would  have  to  pester  him  more.     she  has  earned  her  rank;  while  she  is  wise  enough  not  to  underestimate  him     (     she  knows  how  his  style  counters  hers,  &  how  easily  he  finds  himself  so  many  steps  ahead     )     their  motivation  for  training  vastly  differs.

❝     it  should  be  different.     ❞     she  smirks.     her  composure  shifts,  a  hand  on  her  hip  &  head  raised  in  self - pride.     their  fight  prompted  her  to  account  for  her  weaknesses      -----     she  relishes  showing  off  fruits  of  her  labour.     ❝     i’m  not  as  naive.     it  wouldn’t  be  interesting  if  we  were  the  same  as  we  were  as  kids.     ❞ 

[alwaysblind]

“your full name without an E,F,R,S,K,I,M,L,C,A,Y,N”

[kokushibe]

[enemy-stand]

[foxdobe-deactivated20180529]

aquilamon:

enemy-stand:

Iconic.

top 3 rawest moments in anime

@sunawind​, @sunaguard​, @jjubilants​