I'm glad theirs kid /family shows like Skelton crew that give you a disabled character that's treated like everyone else until they finally break down and have to admit "no I CANT do everything everyone else does." Like it's nice to be treated equally in theory but in practice when your disabled and esp a disabled kid it's hard to admit and even harder to get your friends to understand why you can't do all the things they do
They will be safe. It doesn't matter who else or what else burns as long as They will be safe.
I will be safe. The hunger and the cold will never touch me again.
Fuck any bitch who's prettier(/cooler/better-liked/better at making dumplings) than me.
Yes, Master
Love me. Love me. Love me. Love me. LOVE ME!
I know the terrible things these so-called "heroes" will do if I don't stop them (<- is absolutely wrong)
I don't want a better future, I want a better past!
No other way to get performance art funded these days
I think some people forget that some literature and some media is meant to be deeply uncomfortable and unsettling. It's meant to make you have a very visceral reaction to it. If you genuinely can't handle these stories then you are under no obligation to consume them but acting as if they have no purpose or as if people don't have a right to tell these stories, stories that often relate to the darkest or most disturbing parts of life, then you should do some introspection.
Fandom is so different now and it’s becoming un-fun with how quickly shit moves.
I just want to enjoy things. I don’t want to have to play a game of Artist-Race that seems to be afoot lately.
Ya’ll eat up fandoms, leave artists and writers bone dry and then move on so fucking quickly then fucking wonder where all the Good Fandom Stuff is.
Idk Maybe cherish some things for longer. Reblog stuff. Interact with people. Comment and share.
Fandom is Capitalism now and I’m not being nuanced.
Whispers: How would you go about a Naruto grows up out of Konaha Au? Like imagine in the orphanage/his home he falls through the floor to a forgotten tunnel system from War time that's been dug further by animals and he losses his way and stumbles out, outside of Konoha's walls and he just decides to keep walking away. Maybe a encounter lets him know about Uzushiogakure and he just decides rather than being alone in Konoha he'd be better alone in Uzu.
Naruto is quiet when he’s born, is red faced and blue eyed and golden haired and silent.
Kushina stares down at him, at her little maelstrom made up of all of the colors that have come to define her life, and all she can do is ache.
It wasn’t supposed to be like this. None of it was supposed to be like this. They were supposed to be happy.
“My little prince of eddies and tides,” she murmurs, tears dripping down her face to land like raindrops or sea spray on his whiskered cheek, “Mama’s little storm. I’m so sorry.”
“Kushina,” Minato’s there, eyes bright with love and agony as he trails one calloused fingertip down Naruto’s now damp cheek with an exquisite sort of gentleness. “Look at him, he’s beautiful. My son. Our son. Our little bud finally bloomed. It’s so good to finally meet you, Naruto.”
“Minato,” Kushina half sobs, arms curling tighter around her baby, “Minato we can’t …”
“We have to,” Minato grits out. “The village.”
“They’ll be cruel to him, Minato,” Kushina insists brokenly, viciously, a half feral sort of thing gnawing at her heart. It feels like a promise. Like premonition. “My baby. Our son. They’ll be so cruel.”
“No,” Minato refutes softly, voice certain and strong. “No. They’ll love him like the hero he is. This has to be done, my love. He’ll have a good life, I promise you. Sensei will be here, and Kakashi-kun. You just have to have faith.”
And, in the end, Kushina loves Minato and she loves their precious Naruto, but she also loves Konoha.
It’s the only home she has left. It’s where she found love. Where her little maelstrom will grow and learn and be.
So she gets up, fresh from the birthing bed, and she tightens her headband, and with Minato’s faith and her love in her heart she goes to do her duty at her husband’s side.
‘Protect him,’ Kushina prays silently to the old spirits from her childhood, to the things of salt and sun and deep deep waters. ‘Love him, protect him, keep him safe for always.’
Left behind, left alone and cold, Naruto wails.
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get in losers we're killing caesar.
“I don’t know what my goals are, no. Thanks for asking.”
Highlights from the conference room where they nominated contenders for Word of the Year 2023:
• They put Skibidi Toilet on the projector to explain what “skibidi” means.
• Baby Gronk was mentioned.
• We discussed the Rizzler.
• “Cunty” was nominated.
• “Enshittification” was suggested for EVERY category.
• “Blue Check” (like from Twitter) was briefly defined as “Someone who will not Shut The Fuck Up”
• The person writing notes briefly defined babygirl as “referencing [The Speaker]”. He is now being called babygirl in the linguist groupchats.
• MULTIPLE people raised their hand to say “I cannot stress this enough: ‘Babygirl’ refers to a GROWN MAN”