Hey, Shiranui— Found your file while digging around in the archives the other day, and it made me wonder what your genin days must have been like, since you're two years older than Ebisu and three years older than Gai. I'm guessing that's when the mother hen instincts started?
Jeez way to make me feel like a fossil. Actually, I got most of the mother hen traits from my dad. He was the reason I graduated at twelve rather than earlier like my genin teammates. There were whispers of war all throughout my childhood and my dad point blank refused to let me become a child soldier. He begged the academy to hold me back as long as they did.
It stung, at first. Made me think I wasn’t good enough in his eyes. Now as an adult having fought in two major wars, I almost wish I had waited longer still. And when I see genin nowadays trying to grow up so quickly they miss their own relative safety in youth… I think dear old Dad had the right idea. Kids should be kids.
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Y’all need a little more whimsy and wonder in your lives.
i was talking to a co-worker about how i make dandelion and violet jelly and her immediate response was “…you know dandelions are weeds, right?”
like yeah,, many people see them as weeds(topic for another post) but that doesnt mean im not gonna eat them :)
i was talking with a friend and heard a robin close by and got excited and his only response was “…cool? i mean.. theyre just birds.”
ok maybe, but like, that means spring is coming! and they fucking SING!!! bro that sounds like some cartoon bs but no we just casually have animals that sing and fly and theyre EVERYWHERE!!!
appreciate and protect the world around you. i have been so much happier finding small bits of whimsy and joy than i was looking at every day as another chore. when is the last time you looked at some random thing and wondered about it? when did you last ask a silly question? when did you last take a moment to just enjoy a moment and make an observation?
we should do that more often.
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Dear Diary,
What a delightful day it has been! Patrick Crale invited me to the beach, and I must say, I found myself rather charmed by the whole affair. We built a sandcastle together, laughing and joking as we worked. I never thought I'd find such joy in something so childish, but there was something genuinely enchanting about it.
And I mustn't forget to mention dear Doris! She accompanied us to the beach, and I was simply delighted to see how well she took to Patrick. He played fetch with her, scratched her behind the ears, and she wagged her tail in sheer joy. It's not often that Doris warms up to strangers so quickly, but she seemed to sense something special in Patrick. Watching them together, I couldn't help but feel a pang of affection for him. If Doris approves, then surely there must be something truly commendable about Mr. Crale. Her judgment has never steered me wrong before.
As we watched the sun set over the ocean, I felt a connection with Patrick that I hadn't felt before. It's not love, not yet, but it's something. A spark, a possibility, a door opening to something new and exciting.
I came home with sand in my shoes and a smile on my face, feeling lighter and happier than I have in a long time. Perhaps there's more to Patrick Crale than I initially thought. Perhaps there's more to us...
But, oh, the sand! It's simply everywhere – in my shoes, my hair, my dress. I'll be finding grains of it for days, I'm sure.
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Date: December 7, 1912
I invited Miss Daphne Morrison to the beach, and we spent the day building a sandcastle, talking, and laughing. I must admit, I found her quite charming in her own way. There's a certain sparkle in her eyes, a liveliness that I find rather… cute. I don't often use such a word, but it seems fitting in this context.
And then there was Doris, her beloved dog. I've never been much of a dog person, but Doris was different. She was friendly, energetic, and seemed to take to me right away. We played fetch, and I found myself enjoying her company as much as Daphne's.
As the sun set and we said our goodbyes, I couldn't shake the feeling that this day was a turning point, a step towards something more significant.
However, the sand has gotten absolutely everywhere, and poor Mrs. Hinton will probably be cleaning it out for days after today.
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If you could pick a devil fruit of each type, which ones would you choose? My picks are monet’s snow logia, the axolotl zoan, and moria’s shadow paramecia. That last one is my favorite
zoan is easy! i'd love a cat-model fruit (furry)
for paramecia, i'm torn between luffy's rubber and iva's hormones lol
i think it would be cool to alter how you look based on nothing but a whim, as well as other people
rubber would be cool not to deal with back and neck issues, and stretching your arm to reach for something without getting up is sooooo helpful
logia is kinda hard, becoming and secreting anything can be troublesome or a hassle, maybe kizaru's light? it would be nice and clean with no real fallout damage that wasn't intentional
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