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ifearimlosingtheroom · 2 months
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*covers mouth, gasps*
AMANGELA AS HANAMUSA
does this mean anything to anyone
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thesargasmicgoddess · 2 months
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🤣🤣🤣
But what if you STARTED OUT as Wednesday? 🤭😬😬☠️
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staringathesunbabe · 2 months
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This is disgusting. Do they even know how serious it is to accuse someone of misogyny? To be called a piece of shit who hates on women when you ship a queer couple instead of a heterosexual one? That you think of characters as surrogates only because you don’t see them in a romantic way with a certain character? I think people here lack information and just follow each other like lost causes, because if thousands of people under this tiktok have seen all of this misogynistic behaviour when I’ve seen NOTHING but wonderful fics that give women flaws and backstories and personalities, apparently I’ve been in a different fandom.
If you throw around hate like that without HAVING A SINGLE CLUE in an environment that should be lovely and bright and a healthy escape from reality, then get a life and a fucking grip
ps:also, if you accuse someone of misogyny, and then your complain is that Lily and Tonks should be viewed just as the character’s mothers like in the comments is said, then you don’t understand any of this and you should educate yourself before talking
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goldenqingxin · 2 months
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jason grace who grew up to be a soldier. jason grace who grew up unable to give or receive the physical contact he so desperately wanted. jason grace who was told emotions are weaknesses.
jason grace who meets the greek demigods and gets told, "that's bullshit".
jason grace who gets dragged into side hugs by everyone on the argo, who has his hand held by even nico himself (because gods know he needs it too). jason grace who learns to accept his own needs, his own wants.
jason grace who ends up being a leech to everyone around him because the touch-starvation has been going for far too long. it's as endearing as it is annoying, because sometimes all you want in the morning is a cup of coffee and not a 6'4 guy holding onto you like an overgrown koala..
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frida--y · 3 months
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gira, your 2000 year old grandpa is hot
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thenocturnenarrator · 3 months
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This is the story of a man named Stanley. Stanley worked for a company in a big building where he was Employee Number 427. Employee Number 427's job was simple. He sat at his desk in Room 427, and he pushed buttons on a keyboard. Orders came to him through a monitor on his desk, telling him what buttons to push, how long to push them, and in what order. This is what Employee 427 did every day, of every month, of every year And although others might have considered it soul-rending, Stanley relished every moment that the orders came in, as though he had been made exactly for this job. And Stanley was happy. And then one day, something very peculiar happened, something that would forever change Stanley, something he would never quite forget. He had been at his desk for nearly an hour, when he realized that not one single order had arrived on the monitor for him to follow. No one had showed up to give him instructions, call a meeting, or even say "Hi." Never in all of his years at the company has this happened, this complete isolation. Something was very clearly wrong. Shocked, frozen solid, Stanley found himself unable to move for the longest time. But as he came to his wits and regained his senses, he got up from his desk, and stepped out of his office
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starch1ldz · 25 days
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“I feel like my brain is shrinking every time we go to school.”
“Oh..”
“All the math is making my brain smaller”
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etrevil · 6 months
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fuck my parents are questioning who Dazai is because I suddenly cried out his name since I was reading a domestic skk fic while rewriting my school notes
how do I explain to them I cried out his name because he suddenly realized he's been domesticated by Chuuya into living together for six months, and that he ain't even a living person rn
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*casually looking through Diggers' tag here on tumblr*
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Wimblur Soot lookin ass-
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metalgearsolidyaoi · 9 months
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MY WORK IS ON URBAN DICTIONARY
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rimouskis · 5 months
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this should have been obvious but uh if you go to a venue and they ask you "are you over 21," don't say "yes but I don't drink so do I still need a wristband?" because then you will wind up with huge Xs drawn on the backs of your hands in Sharpie in your late 20s l m a o
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ifearimlosingtheroom · 2 months
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everything is balanced
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sunstaar · 2 years
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A Piece of Cake (or not)
Kakashi Hatake x reader
Word Count: 3,5k
Ao3
The happiest of birthdays to @wind-becomes-lightning ! Thank you for being such a wonderful and sweet person, it has been a joy to know you. Have a great birthday and start into your next year of life! I wish you all the best and more, so here's a little something for you! I hope you enjoy it 🖤
Summary: It is your birthday, and Kakashi is determined to bake a cake for you. If he had only known how wrong it would go.
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Kakashi was not a baker, and for years already he had thought of the fact to be alright. Rather, he had always prided himself in the fact that he was a good cook, a great one even. There was not one meal of his that missed the mark, tasted off, or even made him feel a wrong kind of fuzzy inside. Without a doubt, cooking truly was a forté and due to the dislike he harbored toward sweet things, Kakashi never saw baking as something he needed to do often or be particularly skilled at.
For many years, he had no reason to, after all. That was at least until you came into his life, more specifically, your birthday.
Already a month prior, Kakashi had made sure to get a gift he knew you’d love, one with which he could spoil you as much as you deserve the be spoiled. Since that day it had been sitting at the bottom of his closet, cheekily hidden away from you and your prying curiosity, waiting for the day on which it could be opened.
Kakashi had to admit to himself, that he was rather proud of the gift he had chosen for you. Not only did he put a lot of effort into his choice, browsing more stores than he would have liked to until he finally managed to settle on something he considered to be close to perfect, but he was also very happy with his choice. So much so, that he had already wrapped the gift in the prettiest wrapping paper he could find in all of Konoha, topped off with one of the bows he had seen Kurenai make for her daughter Mirai.
Gift-giving was something he had never been convinced he was good at, always finding a way to somehow critique his own abilities. Yet, for you, he found it important that the gift he good was one that could make your face light up as it always did when you were happy. The huge smile your lips tugged into not only lit up the room, but also a smile of his own underneath his mask, one he could barely contain at the sight of you glowing.
Up until yesterday, he had thought of his gift as close to perfect, something he couldn’t improve if he tried. And he wouldn’t have changed anything about his gift, hadn’t it been for Gai interfering last minute.
As the energetic man had already been prior to the Fourth Shinobi War breaking out, Gai always strove to help people do their best. Especially following the war, Kakashi had found himself growing only closer to his dearest friend, seeking his advice once in a while, too. While Gai’s advice was always a double-edged blade, either too pompous or just right, over time Kakashi had become more willing to listen to what the dark-haired man was saying, his words more so an inspiration than easily dismissed ramblings.
One day until your birthday and Gai couldn’t keep his curiosity to his own anymore. So, Kakashi wasn’t surprised when the man asked what he had gotten you for your birthday.
In great detail, Kakashi began explaining his gift to Gai, barely stopping his explanation to take a deep breath or maybe sip from a drink to soothe his drying throat. He kept talking on and on, giving more information than initially requested, background information, all his scrapped ideas, and endless thoughts he had dedicated to you. And as though he couldn’t stop talking about you, Kakashi continued on and on, barely minding how Gai’s brows began settling into a slight furrow.
“My eternal rival, did you not get your lovely partner a cake?” Gai asked in his usual loud tone, so much so that he managed to catch the attention of a few people sitting around them in the bar.
Underneath his mask, Kakashi’s cheeks felt hot as his uncharacteristic rambling came to a screeching halt.
A cake? He hadn’t thought about that up until now.
Gai took a sip from his drink before he began explaining as though it was entirely obvious, “They are turning thirty, it is something to celebrate with a cake! It is once in a lifetime milestone!”
Of course, Kakashi knew that, he had once turned thirty too, after all. Luckily for him, it was a birthday he had been able to spend with you by his side, cheering him on throughout the entire day and giving him all of your love and affection. There had been barely a day like that one in his life, barely one on which he had felt as much joy as he did when he had been able to spend the entire day with you.
Kakashi awkwardly cleared his throat. “Right … a cake.” How was he gonna do that?
The few pats he had gotten from Gai on his shoulder were not the help he needed, especially as he was standing in his kitchen, doing his best at baking your favorite kind of cake for your birthday.
(Hypothetically, Kakashi could have gone ahead and bought a cake from a local bakery, chosen the prettiest and best-tasting one, and brought it home to surprise you, but he wanted to do something on his own, something more personal. He only wanted the best for you in the end.)
On the counter beside the ingredients lay a sheet with instructions for baking a cake, given to him by a kind elder lady long ago as a thank you for his help with her groceries. According to the woman, it was a family recipe of a delicious and easy-to-bake cake, passed down from generation to generation, at least until the kind woman had chosen to give him a copy too.
Kakashi was doing his best to do the recipe and also you justice, though, he soon found out that it was harder to do than initially expected. All those things he knew to do with his eyes closed while cooking suddenly seemed to just go as wrong as they could.
The first thing went wrong when he began beating the eggs to change from their yellow tone to white. In the middle of beating them, he not only remembered that he was supposed to add sugar soon, but also that he had somehow forgotten to add one egg. The fact that he forgot both made him groan aloud, squeezing his eyes shut for a moment to focus on the daunting task before him. Maybe the impending headache he was forming was the reason for his growing forgetfulness, but either way, it left him a little frustrated that everything was not going to plan.
After taking a deep breath, Kakashi added the extra egg and continued to beat the eggs until white, ready to then add the right amount of sugar he double-checked this time. As written in the recipe, the mixture did indeed triple in volume, which had him breathing in a sigh of relief.
Now he had to gradually add some flour into the mixture and whisk it in. Weighing just the right amount of flower hadn’t been the problem for Kakashi, he had done this countless times already while cooking. But yet again, things weren’t meant to go right for him. As he added in the flour bit by bit, much of it missed the bowl and instead landed on his previously clean counters, causing a mess he knew he had to thoroughly clean up later before you came home. His counters were now painted white, a stark contrast to their original color.
“Nothing is going to go as intended today, is it?” Kakashi muttered under his breath, shaking his head as he moved on to the next step and went to melt the butter on his stove. To him, it felt as though he wasn’t meant to bake that cake for you, no matter how hard he tried to. That did not mean that he would stop trying because under no circumstance he would. The cake was meant to be a surprise for your birthday, and Kakashi would make sure the cake would be ready until then.
All he wanted was to surprise his spouse with something self-made, and nothing was going according to plan. A small voice in his head told him he should’ve just stuck to cooking them something, but another added that he always did that, that it wouldn’t be as special as when he baked something. Whether Gai had been right earlier was debatable, but Kakashi knew for certain that making something for his spouse was a clear sign of his affections, and all the love he held toward them.
With a heavier heart and fewer expectations than when he started, Kakashi dared to continue on. His mind was just all over the place today, a mere hour before midnight announce itself as would your birthday.
You. All he could think about was you. For you, Kakashi really wanted to make this right and bake the best cake he could, in spite of the bad day he was having so far. There was nothing he wanted more than to see you happy, and he would do anything for it to happen (even bake a cake if necessary).
Bravely, Kakashi continued, added the milk, and waited until the butter was completely melted. In comparison to the other steps, this one went better. While he was stirring the mixture carefully, his eyes traveled over to the recipe again to take a good look at the next step, one that had him hoping his streak of sudden luck would continue.
Next, he mixed some of the previously made batter into the hot milk, and luckily not one drop of anything spilled beyond the bowl. According to the kind grandmother’s notes, the step was supposed to both cool down the hot milk a little, and have the hot milk become foamy. Kakashi was especially glad when that in fact did happen, a breath of relief leaving his lips.
He only needed to pour the milk texture back into the whipped eggs, and then he would be done with the batter for the cake. He could do it.
Admittedly, his work was a little sloppy, uncharacteristically of him. While nothing ended up going over the bowl and right onto his kitchen counter again, Kakashi did feel more frustrated than he ever did when preparing a meal. He hadn’t expected baking a cake to be that difficult to do, given his skills when it comes to cooking. And yet, here he was, struggling.
In the back of his mind, he could hear your voice speaking to him, telling him not to worry about making mistakes, about not being good at everything. When he was down, you were the one pulling him up and back onto his feet, keeping him stable until he could continue on his own. Kakashi knew, that if you could see him right now, you would most likely let out one of your melodic laughs and shake your head at him. A teasing comment would fall from your lips, one that wasn’t meant seriously but rather to cheer him up. The kiss you would press against his cheek would have his cheeks heating up and reddening instantly.
For you, he would finish what he started.
As instructed in the recipe, Kakashi went to pour the now-finished batter into one of the several pans he owned, making sure that he covered the bottom with parchment paper first so the cake wouldn’t stick to it once it was done baking. Then he scraped the remains of the better out of the bowl and into the pan, making sure not to waste any of it in the process. To get out the air bubbles forming in the pan, Kakashi picked it up and dropped the cake pan onto the counter several times, successfully managing to get the bubbles out.
Despite most of the steps have gone wrong, Kakashi thought that his cake did not look too shabby. While it wasn’t what he would consider a visually appealing batter or one he would dare to attempt again, it did appear eatable so far. What he did not dare was to taste the raw batter, so, instead, he pushed the cake into the oven, set the timer to remind him later, and began washing up the used bowls and cutlery.
His hands were shaking a little as he washed each of the bowls and then dried them, nervousness beginning to build up and course through his body. There was something nerve-racking about baking a cake, or so he discovered today. Kakashi hadn’t thought of it as possible, but the thought of disappointing you quickly settled into his mind and had him anticipating the result of today’s escapade more and more with each passing minute.
Looking at the cake in the oven, Kakashi couldn’t help but grimace at his work. Despite the bright lights of his oven shining down upon the cake, they did not flatter it at all, and instead gave it the appearance of a big blob of batter just sitting there.
Exasperated with himself and his (more so Gai’s) idea, Kakashi rubbed his forehead as he watched the cake turn a golden brown shade. The smell coming from the oven was satisfying, to say the least, and even had his mouth watering a little, despite his dislike for sweet things.
The quite ironic cherry on top of the cake would be if it were to burn now, which was why Kakashi chose to keep a careful eye on it. In the meantime, he got the gift for you out of his closet and placed it so he could grab it and hand it to you once you returned from your day out with your close friends.
Excitement and anticipation were beginning to build up in his stomach and had him feeling rather queasy.
What if you didn’t like the gift he got you? That question had been bothering him for a while now. Kakashi had never been the time to care much about what other people thought of him and his actions. More so, he tended to ignore the public opinion and whisper about him. When it came to you, however, he cared more than he liked to admit. He valued your opinion a lot, and quite frankly, it also affected him.
Your disapproval would crush him, he knew that.
Luckily for Kakashi, before he could further explore that thought, the reminder he set began ringing and he immediately went to grab his oven mittens to take out the cake and place it on his counter. From first expectation, the cake had the same shade of golden brown as the recipe described to him, as did it pass the toothpick test.
What he hadn’t expected, however, had been that you would walk through the door five minutes before midnight, five minutes earlier than expected by him. As an experienced Shinobi, he should have expected such a thing to happen, he should have been prepared for it to happen, but he had been careless and as a result, was caught red-handed.
When you suddenly stood in the doorway to your shared home, Kakashi swore his heart was about to stop beating. For one, you looked so gorgeous and breathtaking, Kakashi could barely keep his jaw from falling open in both shock and awe, his pair of charcoal eyes almost shamelessly racking over your form for a moment. A mere moment later, the realization of what your presence meant settled in.
“You’re home already …” Kakashi said, quickly trailing off.
“I am,” Your gaze flittered from his flour-covered figure over to the cake placed on the kitchen counter, and then back to him again. Beside the cake lay two unopened candles shaped like the number three and one shaped like a zero, the intention rather obvious. “Is that a cake?”
One glance at the clock hanging above the doorway told him that there were only three minutes left until midnight when it would officially be your birthday. His plan was failing again, he could barely believe it.
“Yes, it is,” There was no point in hiding anything for the next few minutes or at all, especially since you had already seen what was meant to be a surprise. Your birthday, it seemed, had his head dizzy and thoughts disorganized, leaving him as unprepared as ever. Kakashi’s gaze flittered over to the cake before he took a step to the side to reveal the unfished treat to you, saying, “It’s for you.”
His nerves were practically shaking from how nervous he was becoming. If he still had his Sharingan eye, it would be activated by now, taking in your reaction without missing the instant upward tug of your lips or the way your eyes lit up in the way he loved so dearly. Your immediate positive reactions did manage to soothe some of his qualms, but not all of them.
With your eyes solely focused on the cake, you walked toward it in hesitant steps, a large smile gracing your stunning features. There was something about you, Kakashi thought as he watched your every step. To him, you were the most graceful person ever, the one who could captivate his whole attention with a mere word or action. To watch you take a look at the cake he made just for you, though with many complications, as excitement became more and more evident on your features had his heart beating faster than it did before. It practically hammered against his chest.
You turned toward Kakashi and the silver-haired man felt as he did when he first fell in love with you. Your gaze traveled over to the clock, mere seconds before midnight, and you smiled wildly at your boyfriend, joy radiating off of you in waves.
“Thank you, ‘Kashi,” You said, walking toward him to press a loving kiss to his cheek. You rested your cheek against his shoulder, taking a deep breath as your arms went to wrap around his figure. “It means a lot to me.”
Kakashi’s brows dropped into a furrow. “But you haven’t tried it yet?”
Truth was, you didn’t need to try it to know that Kakashi did his best. That was just who he is, someone who did the best he could for those he loved, and you also knew that you were lucky to be one of the people he did so much for.
“Well, it does smell amazing,” You began, further snuggling into his figure. “but I’m still a little full from my meal just now. Now I want to spend some time with my boyfriend who I love dearly, celebrate my birthday, and then have some of the best cake to top it all off.”
Kakashi swallowed the lump of worry stuck in his throat and smiled. The anxiety previously coursing through him was beginning to subdue, allowing him to gently knock his head against yours. “Alright then. But first, I still have a gift for you.”
“A gift?” You let out a gasp. You moved your head to now look at him, gaping. “‘Kashi! You didn’t have to!”
The man removed himself from you and walked over to where he had previously hidden the packed gift. Out of the cupboard, he took out the perfectly wrapped gift and hid it behind his back teasingly, walking toward you with a grin slowly becoming visible from underneath his mask.
To you, his sudden lift in spirit had become obvious quickly and had you smiling brighter than before.
Nothing could beat your reaction to when you unpacked the gift. Pure and undiluted delight, Kakashi was unsure how else to describe your reaction to it. Without a doubt, it was completely genuine, and yet, he was sure he had never seen you light up as you did the moment you opened the gift.
Kakashi was ecstatic to see that you were enjoying his gift. All the worrying he had done were almost for nothing as there was nothing to worry about in the end. He should've known, really, but the doubt everpresent in his mind had yet again managed to overpower all of his rationality. 
There you were, his light, his love, his everything smiling at him as though he was the whole world. Never in his life had he felt so loved before.
Kami, he loved you so much, he barely could put it into words.
"Happy thirtieth birthday, my love." Kakashi whispered into your ear before he pressed a kiss to your cheek, his lips remaining there for a moment longer than necessary.
The laugh you let out had his cheeks feel warm. "You could've left the thirty out, you know?"
"I know," He quipped. "Now that we're in the same age group again, I just had to mention it."
Playfully, you slapped his shoulder and let out a huff. "Idiot."
Kakashi let out a breathy laugh at your words. "But I'm an idiot you love, right?"
How could you not? You'd be a fool not to.
"Yes."
But here you were, a happy fool instead.
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iactuallyneedtherapy · 11 months
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Crush is crushing
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virgoactias · 2 months
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i hope they never understand us ❤️‍🩹
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hiddenoneisu · 3 months
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My "friend" and I had a dispute in which he said the thing he said
"I can not live and breathe assassin's creed like you do"
never retort the following in response "No for you there has to be money involved".
Gawd. o.O
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