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[lvyeshou]

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Gai’s look is disapproving, and his eyes twitch a little when he sees Naruto scratch his cheek with his phone.

“You need to have discipline even when it comes to hygiene. A good fighter is disciplined in all areas of life, whether in or outside of training!”

“New rule!” Gai declares firmly, a fist pumping in gusto to emphasise his words, “No bringing of your phone into the washroom. You’ll get hemorrhoids!”

[nikkxb]

Unpopular opinion: Writing it = supporting it

Unpopular opinion meme | @foxkage​

strongly agree | agree | neutral | disagree | strongly disagree

I have so many thoughts on this. Jana, why did you open this can of worms. I’ll try my best to condense and sum up.

Fiction that only contains morally upright decisions is boring. There would be no Sherlock Holmes if there wasn’t a murderer running about.

It’s hypocritical (point 1). Why is this only for the written word? No issues about paintings of murders? Or documentaries of animal abuse? Or biographies about wars?

It’s hypocritical (point 2). If writing = condoning, then why do these people not ‘cancel’ things because of the villain? No one is going to watch The Princess Bride and say “Well, obviously they support kidnapping, torture, and blackmail because that’s what Prince Humperdinck did.” Because guess what?? There are good people and bad people and normal people who make good or bad decisions every single day. 

And to counterpoint the obvious “argument” to that “he was depicted as a bad guy” -- Most bad guys are depicted as bad guys. One of the main rules in English classes is “the protagonist is not always the good guy” and “the antagonist isn’t necessarily the villain”. It’s up to the reader to use their brain and read what the author is saying, not what the character is.

Which brings me to my next point: with the one (1) exception of self-inserts, the character is never reflective of the author. A good author will actually keep their own thoughts out of the book and let the reader come to their own conclusions from the story. That’s actually a really big rule in writing.

ThInK oF tHe ChIlDrEn!! they cry, as they ignore things like personal responsibility, adult warnings, consent to see such fics, etc. No one’s forcing you to click on that explicit fic about two fictional adults both over the age of 18.

I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER. I’m not your babysitter, I’m not your guardian, I am not responsible for you and your actions. No one in fandom is. It is not on me to censor myself if you decide to waltz into my space.

This post. All of it.

And this one. It’s more important than the first one. 

why did you send me this i need a drink

[springhealer]

     @foxkage​!!

          NO---...NO WAY...... her lower lip trembles, emerald eyes constricting from shock at the sight before her. ( she had watched them disappear into the midst ;; remembered the violent shudder down her spine when she realized they wouldn’t be coming back. ) SAKURA takes a rocky step back, unable to pull her gaze away from the shinobi crowned in golden locks. this had to be a dream. or a trap. 

             he still looks the same as he did from three years ago. whiskered cheeks, eyes like the ocean. as if he hadn’t aged a day. & she, more haggard and overworked. guilt-ridden & filled with remorse. 

                    “YOU ----.....w-who are you?”

[super-kame-love]

@foxkage - continued from here!

Aina shuts her eyes and listens to him hum, not minding at all its imperfection. The sound thrums down her neck, across her shoulders and between her ribs. 

Naruto had grown to be quite insightful with age. He’s not wrong. Maybe it’s for the best that the universe doesn’t care? If it did, then it would have favorites and unfavorites, which doesn’t sound fair, either. 

She shrugs. “I...have more time t’ think ‘bout these things than I used to, I reckon. In Konoha, mostly th’ first thing I thought about when I woke up in th’ mornin’ was all th’ things I’s gonna do that day. Things that made me feel, ah...import’nt. Like I had a purpose. 

“Now when I wake up...I think about how unimport’nt I really am. I have no purpose ‘cept what I choose for myself. I hafta make up my own things t’ do ev’ry day. Like sit here with you on this beach. 

“Which’s fine. I like havin’ that kinda freedom, now. I can’t go back t’ livin’ th’ way I did b’fore. It’s just...”

For but a second, faces from the past flash in the orange darkness behind her eyelids. Dark brown, wrinkled skin. Blond hair. Blazing gold serpentine eyes. 

They don’t really anger her, anymore. Now they only impart her with a dull ache in her chest that lasts about as long as they decide to stay in her memory. She digs her own feet deeper into the sun-baked sand. Her callused fingers tap in her lap. 

“I used t’ practice Shintoism. Th’ b’lief that gods an’ spirits exist in all things. I don’ s’pose I’ve stopped b’lievin’ in its principles c’mpletely. I jus’ don’ practice all th’ rituals anymore. Mostly ‘cause they stopped havin’ any purpose for me. I don’ see no more point t’ worshippin’ gods who don’ care about me, either way. Gods who can’t care about me. That was...very hard for me t’ accept.”

[uchiisms]

@foxkage in response to this

“What the hell is your problem?!”

Sasuke gives the Uzumaki a shove at the chest. He feels like the blond’s had an attitude all night, at least towards him. He doesn’t care what time it is, or that they were in the middle of a parking lot. Didn’t care what prying eyes might be witness to the scene unfolding. If something was wrong, why wouldn’t Naruto just voice it already?

“You got something you want to say? Then fucking say it,” He adds with a huff, his stance indicating he was ready for a fight.

[wrathsheir]

⌲ for a sensual, handsy kiss

Drabbles: Kiss edition.

I want you, Naruto says. Inaudible, each syllable heard in every passing second of that kiss. The kiss that turned from playful to downright hungry. The kiss that stole Sasukes breath in a way seldom experienced. His heart trips over itself in his chest, trying to find its footing. 

Where did that come from? 

He’s a little dizzy, brain trying to catch up with the rest of his body and the frantic speed of his heart. He still catches the way Naruto looks away, as if shy over his own behavior. A few extra seconds are needed for the Uchiha to find steady ground, for his mind to recalibrate. When he has, the song has changed to something steady and sensual. He doesn’t fully understand the lyrics, but they’re heady all the same. Some may think Sasuke would dislike PDA or any form of it. His natural dislike for touch or being touched can be read that way. The thing is, when he likes someone? When he has someone? He likes it. 

Sasuke presses close, hip to hip with Naruto as he leads their movement into the song. Swaying, keeping flush to each other even as both of his hands move their way up Narutos chest. Up, higher still, to cup the sides of his neck, cradle his jaw. He leans their foreheads together, body still moving with the music. 

I want you, Naruto had said. 

You have me, is what Sasuke responds. He says it in his kiss, a lingering intimacy that furthers itself with parted lips, a teasing tongue. You can have all of me. 

Ever observant, Sasuke can feel eyes on them. Likely whatever douche ex stirred Narutos jealous possessiveness moments before. In response, he decides on a little show. Hands move down, until one of them gets under the thin fabric of Narutos summer shirt, touching the abs he’d had hints of and not yet seen. Fingers are pale in contrast to the tanned skin, splayed greedily over hints of muscle shown with the way Narutos shirt bunches around his wrist. His other hand is down and around, following the movement at the blondes side, his lower back, his spine. 

Sasukes lungs strain for air, so he pulls from that kiss - but not from his show. He turns around, back to chest with Naruto again. Mine, Sasuke thinks. Possessive already? Maybe. With his hands at Narutos neck again, they follow his descent as he bends his knees. Down, down, slowly. It’s not a quick fall, not a bounce that many women often do. This is a leisurely drop, getting his hands all over that body in the process. When he’s low, his twist is quick, and in time with the music too. His face now level with Narutos thighs, his hands travel them. Up, fingers spaced -- greedy. Possessive. It’s a show that earns him impressed whistles and cat calls, and his smirk is both smug and seductive as he rises to be eye level again. The next kiss continues their conversation, too. 

                                                     You’re all mine, Uzumaki.

[narutorpcpositivity]

@foxkage is such a blessing. I could talk to them all day about our muses, headcanons, and such. Their mun is super busy but when they get to writing I literally scream. I’m super happy I met them :)

[kaknzn]

“You wanna to take a gamble on me? I'm pretty lucky, if I do say so myself!”

     @foxkage ♥

     Kakuzu was silent for a moment, glancing over the young man. He was intrepid, and determined, that was for sure.

     “Yes. I’d bet on you. I’ve seen what you’re capable of with my own eyes, and I don’t make bets that I have a chance of losing.”