cannot help laughing at Boruto the movie. you can't make it that gay accidentally
Sasuke being all ''Naruto yes your dad my one and only'' to Boruto. Sasuke rescuing Naruto in the air. Naruto using Sasuke's katana like he's done it his whole life. Naruto rescuing Sasuke in the air (although he was himself trapped in a wall or smth). Sasuke and Naruto literally MERGING with each other to fight the ~aliens~.
but the funniest part is how Sasuke seems to be under the impression that he's raising Boruto with his husband Naruto. i love it. he's literally like ''you're great kiddo because you're Naruto's son and my pupil.'' like Hinata? what's Hinata? is it edible? haha just kidding i know she's your surrogate mother! (she's too busy mending their clothes to notice btw. she's a woman she gotta cook and clean ya know)
anyway really fun how Naruto and Sasuke are raising their kid Boruto together.
To live without the sweet taste of your lips lingering on mine long after our kisses would be a tragedy
To wake in the morning and not see your beautiful face so soft and pretty next to mine would be crippling
To slowly forget the lavender sage scent of your body mixing with the morning air as we lay entwined in the golden glow of dawn would be a hurricane of catastrophe
To never again touch you and feel the smooth skin that I have worshipped every inch of would shatter me
To not have even the faintest echo of your cherished laughter reach my ears would color my soul the deepest blue
Without my senses my adoration would be incomplete
My Love I live only to adore you
-to the love i dream of
xo jo
This is trash so I don't think it's gonna be a big deal but I put a lot of effort and a lot of my feelings into this so please dont steal it not that anyone would want it but just please
I am dissapointed. the article made the boys look like some heartless business men.
"At Dotgogi, I clumsily attempt to break the ice by gifting the band members with seven small pins I bought at LAX — a Hollywood sign, a Beverly Hills sign and some other souvenirs. The boys seem to appreciate the gesture, or at least are good at faking it. "
Or atleast are good at faking it?
What rubbish? And this is only one instance. I suggest nobody read it. You will be saddened.
Two months after Harry had found Y/N unconscious in her bathroom, he asked her to be his girlfriend. He hadn’t meant to... Well, he did, but not in the way he did. He meant for it to be a bit more meaningful (though she swore up and down that it couldn’t have been more perfect), but she just looked so incredibly beautiful and his hammering heart was louder than the voices of reason in his head.
They had been in Y/N’s hometown, visiting her family for one of her younger sister’s birthdays. Y/N so desperately wanted Harry to come along so that her family could meet “the stylish pop star who probably had enough money to buy my hometown five times over, but still insists on stealing my Dollar Tree snacks.”
Harry was ecstatic, and when Y/N had extended the invitation, he leapt at it embarrassingly quick, yelping “yes” before Y/N had even finished talking. She had teased him, poking his dimple and tutting, “I can take home a peddler, but I don’t know about taking home someone so desperate.” He’d pouted at her, and she’d quickly assuaged him, leaning in to press what Harry had thought would be a sweet kiss on the cheek, but instead licking the entirety of the right side of his face. She pulled back, laughing her endearingly obnoxious dolphin-and-duck laugh before leaping off her couch as Harry attempted to grab her arm and tug her back down next to him.
That was two weeks ago, and now Harry and Y/N were trekking through a grassland down a random path near her parents house. They had excused themselves from the party, and Y/N had dragged Harry toward her parents’ backyard, insisting that he helped her climb the fence because “I’m not as limber as I used to be”. He rolled his eyes at that comment, since Y/N was two years younger than him, but helped her up nonetheless. He climbed up after her, sprinting to catch up to her brisk pace as soon as he touched the ground on the other side of the fence.
“Where are w’going, Bambi?” Harry was huffing and puffing, wincing against the chilly night air that was cold enough to signal the still-prominent traces of winter, but held a certain calmness that signaled a transition into spring.
“I used to love to come here whenever something was wrong, you know, like if I had a bad day at school, or if my parents were getting on my nerves, or if I just felt suffocated. It’s nothing special, just a pretty view that helped ground me whenever things went awry.” She slowed her trot to a saunter, allowing Harry to finally catch up and grab the strap of the small backpack she’d taken along with them to ensure she’d not leave him in the dust again. The sun was nearly gone, and the rustling of the tall grass coupled with the softness of Y/N’s hand made him feel at peace.
They ventured farther into the grass until Y/N stopped them where the it thinned, and eventually faded into dirt and stones. Harry looked around, realizing there was a small pond and a few boulders under a tree at the edge of the water.
“Come on!” Y/N shouted, already running for the large rocks before Harry had finished examining the quiet area. Her Bambi legs shook comically as she ran, but they carried her swiftly as Harry jogged behind her. She scrambled onto one of the boulders before plopping down, setting her backpack aside, and resting her weight against her hands behind her. Harry caught up once again, dragging himself up the boulder and grumpily seating himself beside her.
“What’s the matter, grandpa,” she teased, bumping his shoulder with her own and trying to stifle her laughter. Harry’s face was pinched in annoyance as he struggled to hide his deep breaths.
“Oi, m’not a grandpa. M’quite young, you know. Some would even call me a spring chicken!” Harry tried his best to be offended as Y/N guffawed next to him, hiccuping with her boisterous laughter.
“Literally no one our age has ever used the term “spring chicken”, which is more proof that you’re old.” Harry rolled his eyes as Y/N’s laughter died down before clearing his throat and opening his mouth to speak.
“So wha’s the deal w’this place, hm? Did yeh jus’ find it one day?” He glanced at her, watching her blow her baby hairs upward in such a cute manner that he had to use the entirety of his willpower to not lean over and kiss her, which was something he’d dreamt of doing for far too long.
“Yeah, I guess one day my parents made me really upset when I was like twelve or something, so I just jumped the fence and ran as far as I could out here until I came to this place. It just kinda stuck with me, you know?” Harry nodded, reaching out for one of her hands to play with, feeling the soft skin rub over his own. Y/N cleared her throat, before continuing in a small voice, “I’ve never taken anyone here, just ‘cause this was a place I’d go to when something went wrong, or when I wanted to escape the world.” Harry’s eyes flickered up to Y/N’s face, taking in the way she bit her lip worriedly, as if what she’d said would cause him to react negatively.
“Why’d yeh take a tosser like me t’ a place like this? S’bloody beautiful, shouldn’t ‘ave done tha’, Bambi.” Harry squeezed her hand, attempting to pull away before Y/N gripped it tighter, causing him to leave his hand in her grasp.
“’Cause,” she said, “I used to go here when everything went wrong, and I don’t want it to be a place where I go to only when something’s wrong..I just.. I want it to be a place I can just go to, even when things are so, so, so right.” She punctuated her last word with a harsh sigh before whispering in a voice so quiet Harry thought he could miss it if he weren’t sitting so close, “So I brought the only person in my life who makes things so, so, so right.”
The whole time, Harry had been staring intently at the surface of the pond. The waning rays of the sun had been replaced by the night sky, making the surface of the water look like a black mirror, but as soon as he’d heard Y/N, he’d ripped his eyes away from the water and stared at her, mouth agape and jaw slack.
He looked at her, hearing his heart hammering loudly and the blood in his ears racing through is veins. The light from the stars illuminated her face enough that Harry could see a faint blush splashed across her cheeks, her eyes fluttering open and shut like butterfly wings, and her lips plump and swollen from her biting on them nervously.
Harry scrambled up to his knees, and Y/N looked at him, shocked and worried, visibly retreating into herself and trying to shrink away from him. He stopped her, gripping her face between his two hands as gently as he could before breathing in shakily and pressing his lips to hers.
Y/N squeaked, legitimately squeaked like a puppy whose tail had been stepped on, and Harry let out a breathy giggle, smiling against her lips as he felt her relax in his hold. He pulled away (too soon, if you asked him), still holding her face between his hands and trying to gauge her reaction, worried he’d read the situation wrong. Y/N stared at him, openmouthed, the blush across her cheeks more prominent and her eyes glinting with starlight behind her tousled hair. She gazed at him fondly, reaching up to cradle his face in her own hand and opening her mouth to say something, but Harry beat her to it.
“Be m’girl, Bambi. Don’ want any confusion between us, ‘cause ‘ve wanted yeh for s’long now an’ there’s never been anyone ‘ve felt like this for. Yeh’re so lovely, an’ good, an’ kind, an’ beautiful, an’ yeh make me feel like m’home an’ safe all the time...I can’t let us go back now that I got a taste of yeh, so m’asking yeh to be m’girl.” Harry let the air rush out of his lungs, his hands that cupped her face shaking as he let his feelings out, thinking that he was done but apparently his heart wasn’t. “Wanna take y’out proper, go on dates an’ show y’off everywhere. Don’ care what the world says, really. Jus’ want yeh, all the time, Bambi. Want the whole world t’see yeh, Bambi, ‘cause all yeh’ve done since the day yeh spilled coffee on me is make m’world brighter. Want them all to know the name o’ the girl the’ stole m’heart.”
Y/N grinned at him, retracting her hand slowly before carefully reaching beside her to tug something out of her backpack.
Harry was so lost in the way she was chewing her lip, blinking up at him like he’d given her the universe, that he didn’t notice the camera in her small hands.
“Well?” He whispered, listening to the heaviness of both their breathing and the tranquil sounds of the nature around them, feeling the panic start to creep up from his stomach, to his heart, to his throat.
“Y/N. And my answer is yes.”
Harry barely registered the click and flashing light of the camera as he tackled Y/N, pressing his lips against any and every expanse of skin on her face as she laughed obnoxiously, letting the loud noise float over the grassland and the still water of the pond
When I doubt my abilities to write, I often turn to other people and ask them if I’m good at writing because I’m trying to convince myself not to give up. Look, I know that’s bad, but it’s true.
However, today while cleaning, I found an old notebook from college and found that it had multiple pieces of writing in it! I started reading it and, boy, the cringe was real.
It was all terrible.
I can post some if you would like to cringe like me
Reading the old work showed me all of the wonderful progress that I have made in these past two years. My writing may not be great now, but it’s leagues better than what it used to be.
When you’re feeling down and like your writing isn’t good, try to remind yourself that this is just practice. It’s allowed to be bad. Just keep pushing on; it takes time, but it is worth it ❤
