naruto thinks it’s cool when sasuke smokes. sasuke thinks it’s cool when naruto breaks down sobbing because he loves him so bad he wants them to die together
babydaddy! rafe finding out r is starting to date again and shows up to her house to do everything in his power to make her stop bc who is he if he’s letting another man take care of HIS family?
I feel like he’d be so unserious about it too 😭
him just turning up at your house when he knows you have a guy over, messing around in your kitchen, maybe going to get the baby from her crib.
and best believe he will say anything to put that guy off of you. bouncing the baby on his hip while making a little joke “yeah man, I- I don’t even know if she’s actually mine,” he puts on a fake little laugh “I mean with the amount of sleeping around miss mama does..” and the guy would just make some stupid excuse to get out of there as quick as possible.
you’re always so mad at him for it, throwing a hissy fit and lecturing him about how he was the one that ended the relationship. he just always laughs it off, acts all nonchalant like he doesn’t care.
of course all it takes is a good fuck to remind you who you really belong to.
Going to break into your house with pots and pans and yell at you until you reframe your thinking of productivity to include more than just schoolwork or a salary or chores and the like.
Did you do a thing? Was there a positive result for you or someone else?
Congratulations, you did a Productivity!!!
You aren’t ALWAYS going to be able to have the energy to do what we consider traditionally productive. You won’t always have the motivation.
Yeah, maybe you could have spent two hours studying for that test instead of 15 minutes. Maybe you could have cleaned the kitchen instead of the dishes. And? That’s still something!
Productivity is doing things!! Did you eat food and drink water? You did something that helped your body work! Doodled in class? You made art! Even just posting theories and memes on tumblr dot com is a thing! You thought out the post, figured out how to organize it (even if you don’t realize you did that) and you made it! And now other people can see and you DID something and you should be proud!!!
Be proud of yourself or I am going to show up outside your window tonight and scream positive affirmations louder than a cat who has just discovered her food bowl is empty.
[ID: an illustration of a dappled grey seal with toothed teeth. It floats vertically, smiling open-mouthed, in blue water surrounded by a cloud of tiny, coral pink and white krill, stylized as brushstrokes. end.]
the air is heavy—oppressive, even—with tension. you’re facing one another, curled up uncomfortably on a too-small couch, a movie on the tv that you stopped paying attention to as soon as it started.
you’re talking about something meaningless, yet you can’t stop the laughter that bubbles past your lips and warms his flesh. but when the chatter stops, you gaze at one another. there’s a thrill that skitters down your spine; you can’t describe how happy simply being with him makes you feel. but you want more. am i being greedy? you wonder. perhaps you are.
but he’s greedy, too.
the moment is suspended in time: he’s so close you can see every faint freckle dotting his face, see the sweeping fan of his eyelashes, see the laughter lines that crease near his mouth. and now, you’re looking at his lips; you lick yours in anticipation. your gaze flits back up to his, and he takes a breath before whispering, “can i—”
you nod before he can even get the words out, and you worry for a moment that you come across as overly eager—until he smiles something beautiful. he presses his thumb and forefinger to your chin, your lips finally brushing against his for the first time.
it’s soft and gentle—maybe the slightest bit hesitant (you’re both thrumming with excitement). it’s a prelude; not nearly enough to whet your appetite. but it’s a promise of something more. something great, you’re sure.