#ily naruto

[sharkfreak-official]

I love Sasuke so much that it’s probably not healthy—HOWEVER—I love Naruto an equal amount and that’s not healthy for me either 😍🥰🎀💕✨

[meowdei]

Good morning to my beautiful handsome little guy

[wooobuddyletsgetnasty]

It's a certain ninja's birthday today :D

HAPPY BIRTHDAY NARUTO!!

ily my sweet lil baybeeeee.

[ilovetsuyuu]

I can't kiss naruto's forehead because his ninja headband is in the way :'(

[sharkfreak-official]

Sometimes I wonder if I’d have been more mentally stable had I never watched Naruto.

This is something I’ve been thinking about lately, and I wanted to put it somewhere.

Then I remember I’m a weird little freak and have always been a weird little freak and I will continue to be a weird little freak forevermore.

My very first fixation started at the young and impressionable age of exactly 3 years old—sharks.

After a few years, a classmate eventually called me a “shark freak” and that’s kind of stuck in my head ever since—hence the username.

It’s a bit of reminder that my obsessions never really fade—they just seem to take a bit of a backseat until they randomly resurface again.

13 year old me adored Naruto. And then I didn’t think about him again properly for years until all of a sudden, last year, on a random night I woke up in cold sweat from a dream about Boruto and Shippuden’s ending.

The intense sense of injustice, revulsion, anger, and near religious fervor I felt cannot properly be conveyed in words. I wrote Chapter 1 that night in a haze—before spending the entire day somewhat revising and editing it before posting it. Pressing the post button baffled me; I’d never posted on Ao3 before despite being a lurker for the longest time.

It was strange. Naruto had been gone. I hadn’t thought about him in years. Why had he come back? As it turns out, I was the one who’d left.

I know I talk about him as though he’s a real person. But—years after I’ve watched the show, it’s like he’s come back to teach me about things I haven’t learned or have already forgotten in the brief period we spent apart. To me, the impact he’s had on my life even as a fictional character is undeniable.

I felt like it was fate. I hadn’t thought far enough about what to do with the plot, but I knew what I wanted out of this fic: to write it.

My fic is just a fic. It’s random fanfiction. However, the compulsion I have to write it out, feels like, to me, fate. I’m being weird and intense about this, of course, but dear reader, if I wasn’t as weird and intense as I am, I wouldn’t be able to write them the way that I do.

My dear Naruto and Sasuke. I adore other characters. Of course I do. My obsession with them may fade again one day—switching from the driver’s seat back to passenger’s seat. But it will never be gone.

I believe other people share this sentiment too: to see your own wounds reflected back at you in another person or circumstance in life is the greatest, yet most humiliating form of validation, acknowledgment, and recognition a human can experience. It’s addicting. It’s repulsive. It’s euphoric. It’s nauseating. It’s all these things all at once. And for that, I love Naruto so much.

[i-write-shakespeare-not-disney]

Lady Tsunade used maternal affection on Naruto! It's SUPER effective!

[stanyamato]

the heart of the village has come home :’)

[iamaimira]

I just really couldnt understand the meaning of this word until naruto came to my life