#for rin

[mangotea12]

Here’s the drawing!!!

@rinnivin

Sodapopppppppppppp!!!!

[bitterfishiesstuff]

I'll use any excuse to feed my Huntech agenda, for the kiss roulette? -Rin

Of course oh captain! 40- impulsive kiss (added in a few of your head canons for funnzies)

To see Hunter in his element was something Tech had thought would always be fascinating as a cadet. When they were being molded into an elite squad it had been mesmerizing to see Hunter pin point electronics and more with seemingly arbitrary actions.

But that had been when they were younger. Now he knew Hunter felt electromagnetic fields just as he could feel wind on his skin. That the seemingly random actions where to gain more data on distance and strength of the fields. He'd become so used to it that most times he completely missed Hunter using his enhanced senses, his nose to far buried in his datapad trying to find Intel or sometimes in the pursuit of his own interests.

Occasionally though he'd look up as Hunter was running a hand through the dirt, enhance senses taking a back seat to a skill that they had all learned but Hunter had taken to best. His tracking skills worked in tandem with his senses. Finding the fastest routes to any target, sometimes even quicker then he could himself.

This time it was training, but that didn't take from the pleasure of seeing Hunter where he wanted to be most. In the field, guiding them to another victory. Where his Sergent belonged.

Hunter smiled at him, eyebrow cooked with a hint of concern in his eyes. "Everything good? You've been staring, Ace."

"Yes. We are on track to complete the mission two rotations early if we keep this pace." He walked over to Hunter and put away his data pad. A moment of impulsiveness took over and he took off his helmet. There were no cameras here.

"Keep your bucket on-?!" Hunter's words died, silenced by lips pressed against his for a brief kiss. Tech didn't often give into impulses, but with Hunter his logic seemed to leave in moments of fancy.

And it always paid off. Hunter quickly wrapped an arm around him to readjust to the kiss. Their buckets knocking against each other as they parted.

"What was that for?"

"... You are very attractive when you are focused on a goal."

Hunter chuckled and slipped his bucket back on. "Keep watching then. I'll be your dream man for the next two rotations."

Tech slipped his own bucket on with a soft huff. Hunter always was his dream man. He was made for him after all.

[wrensflight]

Soulmates? I think you mean middle school best friends who haven't seen each other in 10 years but are beloved tumblr mutuals

[tedhead]

THE PERSUADERS! — nuisance value, episode 18. dir. leslie norman

[draculaspetbee]

For Rin! Happy Birthday fam <3

Hey, I wrote this little thing for you my friend. I hope you enjoy it, it’s just a lot of tooth rotting fluff, for your birthday. @pastelwitchling

Alex woke to the sweet smell of pancakes wafting through the room. A warm solid weight next to him snuffled and small legs kicked gently against his side. He didn’t want to move from the warm cocoon of blankets that enveloped him, but he could hear a soft singing and the scrape of a spatula calling him like a siren song. He stretched slowly, careful not to disturb Buffy next to him as she lay twitching, obviously deep in some doggy dream. She huffed anyway as he moved, and he couldn’t help the small smile as he rubbed her belly. He put on his prosthetic and, not wanting to completely abandon the warmth of the bed, rustled through his drawers to find his soft cream sweats. They engulfed him in the best way, keeping him safe and warm as he wandered into the kitchen to find his boyfriend swaying by the stove top. Alex couldn’t stop himself from wrapping his arms around the man and moving his hips in time with the song he was singing.

“What’s the special occasion?”

“Hmm? What do you mean Captain?”

Alex snuggled his face into the crook of Forrest’s neck at the term of endearment. It had taken some time to get used to the soft tone that he used with it, but now it just made him blush tremendously.

“You’re making our special pancakes, with chocolate chips and everything.”

“Well, someone is giving a super special performance today at the open mic, so I thought we could spend the day doing a few of your favorite things, starting with our special pancakes.” A warmth spread deeply in his chest, heating him from the inside out. Alex knew he must be blushing furiously and snuggled his face further into his boyfriend’s neck. “Go on, sit, this was the last pancake anyway.”

“How’d you do all of this without me waking up anyway? I’m usually up hours before you.”

“I may have woken up a few hours early so that I could get working. It was no trouble.” Alex sank into his usual spot at the table, and Forrest set a plate heaping with food in front of him. As he took in the array Forrest took a moment to press a gentle kiss to his cheek, spreading the blush from his cheeks up the back of his neck. Forrest just grinned at him fondly and began digging into his own food.

They cleaned up the kitchen together, moving in sync as Forrest washed the dishes and Alex dried. At some point Buffy came lumbering in and flopped down at their feet. Alex could practically see the hearts in Forrest’s eyes as he looked down at her. She let out a long sigh, sounding so put upon that it startled a laugh out of Alex.

“So, what’s next?” Alex tossed the drying rag to his boyfriend, so he could wipe the suds off of his hands.

“Well, I figured we could stay in for today, at least until open mic starts,” he glanced not-so-subtly at the couch where he had pillows and blankets already set out. “I may have updated my old Hulu subscription so that we could watch Buffy for a while.” He gently tugged on Alex’s hand, leading him over to the couch and began getting the blankets ready for a soft little nest.

“Forrest,” his boyfriend glanced up, a lock of blue hair falling into his face as he did so, “You really didn’t have to do all of this.” He rubbed the back of his neck, not quite able to maintain eye contact with the man in front of him who was staring so adoringly at him.

“You deserve it Alex,” Forrest cupped Alex’s face with his hands, making them lock eyes. “You deserve to be put first, to be cared for.” He couldn’t help himself at that, and surged forward kissing his boyfriend fiercely, before Forrest took it over, turning it soft and languid. He felt the hands move from his face down to his hips and let himself be pulled tight against the other man’s chest. Forrest moved them back, never breaking contact until his knees it the edge of the couch, and they went tumbling onto it, Forrest on his back and Alex spread on top of him.

“Shit, are you ok?” Alex lifted himself off of his boyfriend’s chest a bit, trying to see better, but Forrest made a noise of discontent, and pulled him back in. He began kissing his neck, whispering sweet nothings until he let out a low moan as Alex tangled his hands in Forrest’s hair and gripped tight, trying to keep steady in the onslaught of affection.

The didn’t end up watching much Buffy that day.

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The nerves were starting to grow as he got ready for open mic. He had showered off the day’s activities and was standing in front of his open closet, trying to decide what he was going to wear out with Forrest. Finally making up his mind, Alex pulled out a pair of dark wash jeans he knew hugged his hips and ass almost sinfully tight, knowing just how much Forrest would love stripping them off him later that night. Next was a dark green shirt, one that he knew made the colors in his eyes pop, and he rounded out the outfit with the black leather jacket he’d taken to wearing. As he was tying his boots up, he noticed movement at the doorway, and knew it was Forrest leaning there, watching him finish getting ready.

“You look amazing Alex. God, I’m so lucky to have you.” He felt heat rise, but instead of brushing off the compliment like usual, he just grinned at his boyfriend, letting himself bask in the sincerity.

“Thanks. You don’t look half bad yourself.” In fact, Forrest looked like he was glowing and comfortable, wearing one of his loose-fitting sweaters and striped shirts, an outfit that Alex knew made him feel grounded.

“Hey,” Forrest moved from his spot by the door and sat on the bed. He started fidgeting with one of the many solid silver rings as he spoke, his voice coming out halting and hesitant, “So, I was going through a box of my old things the other day, and I found some of my old high school rings. And uh, I don’t have much use for them anymore, but I kind of don’t want to sell them.” His knee started bouncing, Alex gently set a hand on it to calm him down a bit.

“Forrest, are you asking if I would want to wear some of your rings?” His boyfriend looked up, startled.

“This doesn’t have to mean anything Alex, not if you don’t want it to. It’s just that I have a lot of them, and I didn’t want to just... I know that we’re still kind of early in this, and I just tho-“ Alex cut his ramblings off his a kiss, sighing into it as Forrest wrapped his arms around him and mussed his hair with his hands.

“I would love to.” He whispered in the space between them when they finally broke apart to breath. Alex could see Forrest’s face break into a grin, and the man reached behind him and rummaged in his pockets before pulling out a small chain with a silver ring hanging on the end.

“I didn’t know what size you wore, so I though this might be best in case they were too small, they’re from years ago.” He held out his hand and Forrest let the chain and ring pool there, warm to the touch from being so close to Forrest’s body.

“Thank you so much for today. It means the world to me that you did this.” Forrest shook his head a bit when Alex spoke and leaned over to put a kiss on his cheek. Alex would never admit but he always felt a thrill go up his spine when Forrest did that. It made him feel adored, wanted just for who he was. 

“C’mon we should get going, don’t want to miss my favorite act of the night.” Forrest held out a hand, and Alex took it, letting him help him from the edge of the bed. With the other hand, he slipped the necklace on and felt the heavy reassuring weight of the ring on his chest. It sat there as a testament that he was loved, no matter what.

[the-adventures-of-brady-and-alec]

random shit - brady

- "hee hoo"

- steals alec's glasses all the time to try them on

- misplaces alec's glasses all the time

- has random urges to just snog alec but doesn't really

- has a category on his memos dedicated to the random things he thinks about alec

- sticks his tongue out when he thinks really hard

- cracks knuckles at least 50 times a day

- yawns obnoxiously loud or suppresses it, no in-between

- slaps dean for no reason

- pokes dani for no reason

- whale noises

- different coloured socks

- sometimes jogs with the old ladies at 6am

- cooks enough food for the whole neighbourhood, saying he loves to share the delight of food no matter what

- then cooks enough food for an ant, saying he doesn't wanna mess up a recipe

- bird noises

- blinks rapidly when he's under pressure

- sits on the couch and zones out for no reason out of the blue

- "yee haw"

- "donkäē"

- swarms alec in compliments until the boy is a horrible blushing mess and kisses him rapidly between it all

- praises his boyfriend, praises his friends, praises miss Jay from across the street

- "ha gay"

- *something miniscularly bad happens* "okay fine bitch fuck you then "

- "whoever the that paper, tu maman es une hoe!"

- sometimes sleep talks but it's just him mumbling something to alec when he can't sleep and it's usually something French like "je t'aime" or "je suis une pomme de terre"

- nuzzles whoever he lies down on, including dani

- hoodie with football shorts, or vest with sweatpants, no in-between

- rubs his arms when he's nervous

[nardoblog]

You know what fucks me up??? The implication that Gai has always been willing to sacrifice his life whenever he felt like it was nessessary, his best technic literally kills him and he used it w/o any hesitation, like how ready is he to throw his life away for the village??? i know that's what's expected from a ninja or whatevz but i think that ive only seen this kind of selflessness and sense of duty towards the village from Rin and idk but it makes me wonder about their mindset and how they see themselves and the village everyday,,,,, like what about their own personnal angst?? Is their self-esteem tied to their capacity to protect people???

I'm pretty sure the answer is yes for both of them, like we already know of Gai self-rules so its not far fetched to think that he punishes himself whenever he thinks that he is lacking or did something wrong, where are my angsty fics with Gai literally working himself everyday to exhaustion forgetting to eat and shit because he is being eaten alive by guilt??

For Rin im guessing that Obito's "death" really took a toll on her and she felt guilty about it, especially being a medical ninja its her job to keep them alive and yet,,, that's why i see her always breacking the 3 rules of a medical ninja and getting in the fray and stabbing a motherfucker no pb, im not saying she was cruel but like mostly desperate to not have people die on her watch

Like in the end i get two different vibes from them like Gai is litterally all about the Village as a whole and what it represents while for me Rin would be all about the individuals in the village like i do this for the Greater Good vs i do this because i dont want to Fuck Up, it's i am lacking therefore things are wrong vs things are wrong and i can't aford to make them worse, even with those differences, in the end it gives two people willing to sacrifice everything they have for others