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We interrupt this program to bring you my favorite team
Deidara commission!
Shikamaru: and this is where i killed an akatsuki member
Hidan, muffled from underground: quit tellin everyone I’m dead!
Shikamaru: sometimes I can still hear his voice
help a girl out and like/reblog this tiny post if you’re interested in rping with a new shikamaru nara blog! i’ve always loved shikamaru but i was a nervous guinea pig and it took me a while before i finally convinced myself to step into the naruto fandom! <3
this made me say wow out loud
aight folks, like this shit post for a shit starter! i have a whole day to myself tomorrow and i wanna crank some out so that i can get back to it and make myself some new friends
damn every time i get on here i realize how much i need to get back to actually paying attention to this blog lmao someone needs to reel me in
aesthetic // hidan
Also a Kuzu
reblog this if your icon could kill a man
◆ —— QUENTIN TARANTINO MOVIE QUOTES STARTER PROMPTS.
“What should we drink to, sir?”
“So, who are your three handsome escorts?”
“I’m a little surprised how tall you were in real life. I mean, you’re a little fellow, but not circus-midget little, as your reputation would suggest.”
“I love rumours! Facts can be so misleading, where rumours, true or false, are often revealing.”
“Just keep your fuckin’ mouth shut. In fact, why don’t you start practising, right now!”
“There’s a special rung in hell reserved for people who waste good scotch.”
“I’ve had a gun pointed at your balls since you sat down.”
“But you fucked her anyway?”
“There ain’t nothing you want to tell me before we get out of this car, is there?”
“This you and me talking, is this like a lawyer-client thing, and you can’t repeat nothing I tell you?”
“Hey, keep your fucking mouth shut, all right? I mean it, not one fucking word!”
“You keep fuckin’ with me, you’re gonna be asleep forever.”
“What the fuck you doin’ knockin on the door like the god damn police? You wanna die?”
“Is she dead, yes or no?”
“God damn girl, you gettin’ high already?”
“Shut your raggedy-ass up, and sit the fuck down!”
“My ass may be dumb, but I ain’t no dumbass.”
“So, what does it feel like to kill a man with your bare hands? It’s a topic I’m very interested in.”
“That’s a pretty fucking good milkshake. I don’t know if it’s worth five dollars but it’s pretty fucking good.”
“Nobody kills anyone in my store except me.”
“Any time of the day is a good time for pie.”
“It’s none of your business, mister!”
“Normally, both your asses would be dead as fucking fried chicken, but you happen to pull this shit while I’m in a transitional period so I don’t wanna kill you, I wanna help you.”
“You lookin at something, friend?”
“Tell that fuckin’ bitch to chill!”
“What’s more chickenshit than fucking with a man’s automobile? I mean, don’t fuck with another man’s vehicle.”
“This is not my fuckin’ problem, man!”
“I think I cracked a rib.”
“I hate to shatter your ego, but this is not the first time I’ve had a gun pointed at me.”
“I thought you said you were gonna be cool. Now when you yell at me, it makes me nervous. And when I get nervous, I get scared. And when motherfuckers get scared, that’s when motherfuckers accidentally get shot.”
“Did you ever hear the philosophy that once a man admits that he’s wrong that he is immediately forgiven for all wrongdoings?”
“Oh, man, I will never forgive your ass for this shit. This is some fucked-up repugnant shit.”
“If my answers frighten you then you should cease asking scary questions.”
“Well, let’s not start sucking each other’s dicks quite yet.”
“I’m pretty fuckin’ far from okay.”
“Say ‘what’ again. Say ‘what’ again, I dare you, I double dare you motherfucker, say what one more God damn time!”
“English, motherfucker, do you speak it?”
“I’m gonna fuckin’ die! I’m gonna fuckin’ die!”
“Hey, I’ve changed my mind. Shoot this piece of shit, will ya?”
“Motherfucker, I’m trying to watch ‘The Lost Boys’!”
“Was that as good for you as it was for me?”
“You wanna fuck with me? I’ll show ya who you’re fuckin’ with!”
“If I was a butt cowboy, I wouldn’t even throw you to the posse.”
“Excuse me for not being the world’s biggest Madonna fan.”
“Let me tell you what 'Like a Virgin’ is about. It’s all about a girl who digs a guy with a big dick. The entire song. It’s a metaphor for big dicks.”
“Are you gonna bark all day little doggie? Or are you gonna bite?”
“You almost killed me! Asshole! If I knew what kind of a guy you were, I never would’ve agreed to work with you!”
“What the fuck are you talking about?”
“I don’t wanna kill anybody. But if I gotta get out that door, and you’re standing in my way, one way or the other, you’re gettin’ outta my way.”
“You keep talking like a bitch, I’m gonna slap you like a bitch.”
“Listen kid, I’m not gonna bullshit you, all right? I don’t give a good fuck what you know, or don’t know, but I’m gonna torture you anyway, regardless.”
“Let me get this straight: you don’t ever tip?”
“You kill anybody?”
Angel Trumpet or Brugmansia suaveolens
Beautiful and deadly as well.
his eyes drooped, lids drowsing evermore at the ends and blinking softly into black fuzz. they lingered with the darkness, gently creasing open to let a hot light blind him. a vague shade of blue weakened itself into his dazed vision, coming and going with each individual blink that pulled him further away from a blessed world of dark.
all at once, he woke up, eyes wide and cracked red, hot lava breaking across a white gel, stinging stinging stinging until he doused them with skin. the crust at the corners were scraped away with the same skin, falling and floating somewhere in the air beneath him. had he really slept long enough for this?
“ shit…”
this wasn’t the first time.
the moment his elbow shifted, a can knocked itself away, a hollow noise thudding in his drowned ears as it bumped with something else. how many cans were there? one, two, three…too many. they weren’t good for him, and he hated them, acted against them, tried to boycott them; everyone caves, he figured. everyone was guilty of something, no matter how good.
goodgoodgoodgood you’re so good, the best! the good one. the rest are bad. scum.
he knows that, he knows better! he’s smart, the smart one.
he sighed one of those breathless, worn down puffs that said, “it’s too early (too late?) for this”. a few minutes to wake up might’ve been nice, but he didn’t get to call the shots. he was finished with any reign of control he had over himself; he wanted the gift of control, but he understood that if he didn't work with the ones he heard, his life would go to waste. he just had to be quiet for once.
green blinds that hardly blocked the light fluttered at the shivering dawn wind, a mistake. he had left the window open , sucking the heat out and leaving him in a cold sweat that was uncomfortable and ugly and made him feel like he needed to shower in freezing, purified mountain water to be anywhere close to clean, which was ridiculous. he was obsessed with hygiene - maybe that was it.
a swig of coca-cola bit his mouth, flat and disgusting but blessed all the same. his throat was too dry, he thought as he stood himself up. there had to be a better solution than soda. a walk in the garden? a walk in the street, where his inevitable death waited?
good idea! do it. go into the street. die there.
his feet twitched, yet he stayed. he almost wanted to. felt like he had to. one foot moved, silently across the room as he had been taught before when he was young. stealth wasn't his strong suit, but training from the days of old often overtook his personal wishes; just another thing he had to deal with for the time being, he figured. his arms crossed in internal defiance.
he waited for the sun to rise as he stood at the window, to bathe him in an air of gentle purity and burning hatred. hidan only hoped that he could make it that long.