Jun 20
When im in a cutie competition and my opponents are Chopin and Liszt in impromptu
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When im in a cutie competition and my opponents are Chopin and Liszt in impromptu
Another protest has broken out in Knoxville, Tennessee, as demonstrations against ICE continue to spread nationwide.
this movie was a mess but god did they all serve
@angel-b-torture
If you want me
“You know, Shikadai,” Shikamaru snapped a shogi piece on the board, “There was one time I almost lost your mom.”
The junior Nara lifted his brow at his father, “When?”
Shikamaru’s mind played in recollection as he spoke. A slight pain, though no longer a bother, still pierced him like a needle prick.
He had called for a clan meeting to announce his decision to marry Temari of Sunagakure.
Genuflexed beside him on the tatami floor, Temari was the epitome of resilience, devotion and strength - an unrivaled complement to the young head of Nara clan.
But the clan elders were unable to accept.
Different upbringing. Different culture. Different mindset. Most importantly, different bloodline.
A foreign woman. An alien.
Affronted, scorned, insulted, as if the union was a contamination to the clan. They said these in silence, but Temari heard it, roaring like a black blizzard. Her dignity and pride incised and bled, and she found herself standing at the massive gate of Konohagakure, wanting to leave it all behind.
“Temari! Where are you going?!” A voice called out, stern enough to hold her back.
Her reply raspy, “Home. I’m leaving.”
“What about us?”
“US?” Temari pivoted back to face him. Shikamaru was stunned, noticing the pearls of tears that hung from the corners of her teal eyes. “YOU DIDN’T EVEN SAY ANYTHING TO SAVE US!”
He felt the ghost of the thirteen-year-old crybaby entering him. “I was…”
“You were what??”
“I was thinking!”
“Thinking about what?!”
“TEMARI! THERE’S SO MANY THINGS TO CONSIDER! I HAVE TO THINK THIS THROUGH!”
“SHIKAMARU!”
His right cheek suddenly bloomed red, as fiery as the dusk sky. Touching the skin, tender and mildly swollen, the lightning slap was just the system reboot he needed.
“If you want me, show me.”
Seeing the pool of tears spilling from her eyes, he was reminded again why he decided to marry this woman.
The deepest kiss landed on her quivering lips.
The decision was not derived from his mind’s calculations or analysis. This was one of those times, where his heart overruled with no margin of error.
Temari dived into his brown eyes with words loud but unspoken.
“If you need me, tell me.”
Her gaze dwelled in his soul, killing his coward self and awakening the sleeping braveheart.
“I need you, Temari,” he declared, sharing her breath, “I need you, now and forever.”
“If you have me, show me off.”
Clutching her hand, they marched back to the house of elders. Entering the Nara clan estate, eyes sharp on them, whispers stung, but they ignored them. They made the choice to.
Us against the world.
“If I’m worth it, fight for me.”
In front of the elders, he held on to the hand he had sworn to hold for the rest of his life. Glancing briefly at his future wife, he affirmed.
“I’m the head of Nara clan, Nara Shikamaru, and I hereby announce that I'm taking Temari of Sunagakure as my wife. She is a powerful, formidable and respectable shinobi in her own right. She is nothing short of perfect, and I see nothing wrong for her to be a part of our clan where she can lead us to greatness and prosperity.”
Her face beamed, so bright that it blinded everyone in the room. Her hand tightened on the man who would soon be her husband, as she watched him deliver his resolve, “You can say whatever you want: My decision is FINAL.”
Shikadai smirked, “It’s troublesome, Oyaji, but it’s good to say it sometimes.” His eyes scrutinized the board with a frown, hand reaching out to a piece when her voice paused his movement.
“Wait.”
Temari peeked over her son’s shoulder, lifted up another piece before lowering it gracefully till it settled with a click.
“Checkmate.”
“I didn’t see that!” Shikadai’s eyes widened, “Mom, that’s brilliant! We won!”
Lifting her eyes at Shikamaru, silently proclaiming her victory, Temari grinned - it was the same sheepish grin she had when she came to his rescue and wiped out the whole forest to defeat Tayuya.
“Can you help me to prepare the dinner table, Shikadai?” Temari said with her motherly tone, uniquely bold but gentle. Shikadai, being the good child, nodded and hopped off, elated from the win.
“Our son’s right, you know.” She murmured, “It’s good to say it sometimes.”
The shogi board shifted away, as knees shuffled towards her in solemn haste until he was close enough to cage her in his embrace. Their foreheads met.
He almost never needed to say it, because she could always hear his soul heralding his love for her.
Still. It’s good to say it sometimes.
“If you want me, show me.”
His lips sealed hers. Always yearning, always needy.
“I love you, Nara Temari.”
Cupping his cheeks, she kissed him back with a love quiet but fiercely loyal.
“I love you more, Nara Shikamaru.”
2/6 debates done :')
Waiting to give my impromptu (thankfully my friend said the prompts aren't too scary... Hopefully...)
Then I needa give my Speech on anxiety (ironic isn't it?)
And I have I till 4:30 to do so :')
Hahshahbdhahhdajhdhsggs
...so yeah sorry for the lack of activity today :'D
To sit and ponder on my couch,
All alone on this glorious night once again.
The love that I was neglected growing up.
The love I had found and was given when I was older.
The love that fell out of my grasp that I had lost.
Will I ever find love again?
And if so, will love be reciprocated back?
Will I suffer in one-sided love time and time again?
This hollow pain is something I can no longer bare.
To sit in my emotions, my thoughts,
My hopes, my fantasies.
Heck, even some nightmares.
Me and a journal,
Me and my sadness.
My roller coaster emotions,
Me and Tumblr.
How long can I go on with this?
.....to contain myself within myself.
I know not of how long I can hide myself from myself.
I just want to breathe, that's nothing bad.
And I continue to hope for someone alongside me too.
With open ears and an open minded heart,
To hold my hand in times of happiness as well as agony and despair
To hear my weird quirks as well as my tears.
I can no longer keep myself to myself.
I want to love again like I did many times ago.
I want to glisten like the stars above me that I used to stare at night after night.
I want to take up space, I want to stand my ground.
I don't want to live in lonesome fear anymore.
I want to find my people again.
I want to find me.
"hey girl. wanna have inexplicably strong, toxic homoerotic tension with me? 🥺 👉👈"
Lucy Steel is such a strong woman. I swear, if I had to go through half the stuff she has, I would have already killed myself. You're so goated, Lucy, I love you