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hey ottawa anon you remember i said it wasn't hot? well we are now at the hottest thanksgiving weekend on record here (24 which is not hot for summer but is at least 10 above what I would consider normal) and i am Feeling the climate grief the more everyone says what a nice day it is
🍃 ↺ ﹙ @nindoes , naruto﹚ ﹒ ❝ why don’t you come home with me? ❞ + sasuke ;
in the confides he had built himself, sasuke boarded up his windows so he could ignore the nostalgic glow of home. home was no longer a place, but a four-letter word. home wasn’t a feeling, but an arrangement of sounds meant to manipulate someone into feeling anything but contempt for the soil they happened to be born on. sasuke uchiha had no home ––– not in konoha.
what about in naruto? a small, incessant voice taunts. through the cracks of his boarded windows came naruto’s blinding light. always so fucking persistent to be let in. why? what did naruto see in him other than a rival, a competitor, a bug to be squashed? what did naruto see in him that was worth something worth valuing that itachi did not?
come with me. he could say instead. the boy who was also ostracized from the village for circumstances beyond his control. to hell with konoha. what had it ever done for either of them except given them the same scars?
however foolish he was, naruto would never leave the village. he would never betray it. the idiot had something to prove by being its poster war-child. what did he want, an apology? what could scrub away the years of abuse and neglect other than wiping the entire village clean?
why don’t you come home with me? the earnestness in his voice ( a voice he had not heard in too long ) and his outstretched hand ( hands he had dreamt reached out to him even in the darkest of days over and over again ) are almost enough to make him abandon his conviction altogether. almost enough for him to forgive. almost holy enough to make him repent.
almost.
“ konoha is no home to me. ” if there was anything worth coming back for, it was already standing in front of him. yet, he cannot say it. won’t say it. instead, he draws his sword and hopes the action speaks the unspoken: and neither are you.
Ich möchte Terodde das Grinsen aus dem Gesicht wischen.
Yeah ok no I refuse to believe that those are Louis’ glasses, I REFUSE
butimalwaysalana replied to your post:Friendly reminder that if your muse thinks they...
Let Mary be the only person who talks to Alana 2k15 is what you’re saying.
pretty much yes. let mary illustrate what a good monster and a bad monster is.
kriegsmaschina replied to your post:[pm] Hey, so, uh-- look, I'm real grateful for you...
[pm] No /way/. Shashi would kill me. [deleted: Literally.]
[pm] That their name? The Alpha?
Just be careful, alright?
morecolorfulmetaphors replied to your post:morecolorfulmetaphors replied to your post “where...
come onnnnnn :D
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