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【 ʙʟᴏᴏᴅṧᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ 】

— - He had almost forgotten what ‘home’ had felt like. 

The warm embrace of someone that was always looking forward to you coming home safely so that they can feel your warmth, your breath on their bare skin. I’m still here. I’m not going anywhere. It had been almost 9 years since he had felt ‘home’ and at this very moment, he could not think of anywhere else he could be.  Noboru was truly home. And no one would take it away from him. No one. He would rather die a thousand deaths than let Tsuchi go away, into the dark abyss that humans called death. He didn’t care where they stood, if they stood anywhere, all Noboru cared about was protecting his home. And basking in it’s warm embrace.  The shinobi felt the man’s breath on his shoulder, evidence that this was surely real and not some allusion and instinctively squeezed Tsuchinoto’s arms once more. It seemed like an eternity that they were together like this, like ocean peacefully and carelessly meeting ocean, but in reality it was only a minute. A smile grew on his lips as he heard the man’s voice, another indication of the moment’s truth. "You’re welcome." Two words. That was it. To be honest, Noboru had no desire to speak, only convey his emotions through actions. And that is exactly what he did. Once Tsuchinoto had moved his hands onto his waist, Noboru placed his hands onto Tsuchi’s, slowly taking them off and letting them fall into his hands. Noboru turned so that his face was directly in front of the man’s, his gaze meeting his, and guided Tsuich’s hands back to his waist.  All he could do was lean his head onto Tsuchinoto’s and look into his eyes to find happiness, safety, comfort, love. The shinobi’s heart was racing, but everything seemed calm. Everything was perfect.

        An encumbering warmth pinned him to his place as Tsuchi watched through heavy lidded eyes the man before him spin in his arms.         He was familiar with Noboru's height, smell, motions and mannerisms. Long ago he had gotten very adept at reading this particular partner like a book-- working anbu missions together they had a connection that was shared to blood and through sweat.                                     They shared a kindred   d e v o t i o n.                  It was smooth; the decline of that cool forehead to land against his and he resisted the urge to exhale a breath of relief.     He relaxed in the comfort of that pose for a moment, eventually reaching a cool, rough hand up to grasp the base of Noboru's neck, holding him closely, until the tips of their nose also touched.

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         Inhale.                      Exhale.                                     ∵∵∵∵∵∵∵       Bliss.                It was effortless, like it often was with Noboru-- who was charming, who was lighthearted and caring. Who stopped the noise and made it calm.                And it seemed equally as effortless to tilt his chin downward, ever so slowly, ever so slightly, until his lips were aligned, lightly, noses still touching, foreheads nearly touching---and he lightly pressed his lips against those before him fearlessly.

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Mila Kunis Against Men Saying “We Are Pregnant” - Video

What the fuck is this bullshit and why was it recommended for me?

It’s not like men are involved in the creation of the baby or anything.

I mean shit, I understand that pregnancy is an extremely strenuous thing on the woman, but that doesn’t mean that a dude can’t be proud of the fact that he’s going to be a father.

Hmm. Weird how someone would want to be considered a part of the pregnancy… There goes all of my respect for Mila Kunis.

My goodness, women like this have some fucking nerve. Good luck Ashton.

Please stop.

Pregnancy is a very dangerous time for cis-women. Until cis-men are capable of nine months of pain without the ability to take painkillers, followed by hours of one of the most painful experiences a human can undergo, I agree with Mila Kunis. It is your child. Not your pregnancy. You don’t get a fucking medal for sticking your dick inside someone and impregnating them, you get a child. So no, you don’t need a fucking spotlight highlighting your months of work and pain and the fact that you can potentially die trying to bring life into the world when you have not undergone any of the physical effort.

Things you can expect during pregnancy: Anemia, urinary tract infections, constipation, mental health conditions including intense depression, hyperemesis gravidarm (basically when persistent vomiting is more than just morning sickness and requires hospitalization). Not to mention there are dozens of infections that can cause serious problems. (x) (x)

Oh and the fact that 20% of pregnancies end in miscarriages which obviously requires hospitalization for the pregnant woman and causes a lot of emotional trauma.

Or that you can’t consume alcohol, most types of fish, you can’t expose yourself to hot water (or any heat, really), or get an x-ray. You cannot eat lunch meats, raw sprouts (radishes, alfalfa, etc.), soft cheeses, anything unpasteurized is out, as are foods with raw or undercooked eggs. And caffeine can lead to miscarriages, so say goodbye to coffee, teas, and chocolate. (x) (x) (x)

About 2 million pregnancy losses occur annually in the U.S.; 6 million babies are born. 25% of pregnancies are lost.

14.5% of pregnant women will experience at least one pregnancy complication.

11% of women are diagnosed with post partum depression.

(x)

800 women die because of pregnancy-related problems in the U.S. annually. (x)

Labor can last for 36 hours or more. You’re in a room full of strangers, who are all seeing your vagina, your blood, your shit, your piss, and your agony. It’s common for tearing to occur during the delivery (x) and after the baby is born you still have to deliver the placenta (essentially an organ).

Pregnancy is terrifying, dangerous, and uncomfortable. None of you have the right to shit on Mila Kunis for telling the truth: You do not deserve the spotlight of your wife’s pregnancy. So get over yourselves. Yes, the father CAN be proud, and he should be. But it’s not his pregnancy. He is not the one who will endure it.

It is not weird that someone would want to be involved in their wife’s pregnancy. It is weird that you have the fucking nerve to lose respect for someone reminding you that the father is not the pregnant one in the picture.

So please, stop.

Today in male entitlement: now women ”have some nerve” if they remind men that they are not, in fact, the pregnant ones. 

What Mila said is that the child is YOURS not the PREGNANCY

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【 ʙʟᴏᴏᴅṧᴛʀᴇᴀᴍ 】

— - Chop chop chop. 

The sound of chopping vegetables always reminded him of his mother. She was by far the best cook in Tsurigakure, and in Noboru’s mind, a better chef than those who had devoted their entire lives to the art. He could only dream of being as great as cook as she is.  What he would give for another taste of her homemade ramen… Noboru stood in Tsuchinoto’s kitchen chopping up the carrots he found in the man’s refrigerator, taking the initiative upon himself to make dinner tonight for the pair. The sun was setting off into the distance, allowing shadows to dance in the kitchen as he did his work.  Chop chop chop.  The sound distracted him from the home sickness he often felt whenever he thought of his mother, his father, his brothers. Of Kenshin. For Noboru, cooking was a way for him to connect with his past without the threat of getting his head cut off. It was a way to go back to Tsurigakure, to go back home. He was too focused on the carrots to notice that Tsuchinoto had been staring, and above all walking towards him. All Noboru was focusing on was the — — Chop chop chop. Not the tap tap taping of his feet as he walked towards him. To say that Noboru tensed up once he felt the man’s arms warp around his torso and his head resting upon his shoulder was an understatement. No. He froze, ceasing the repetitive sounds of the knife. The warmness of the man’s touch was something that he had imagined for so long, yet as his skin was pressed against his, all Noboru could think was how wrong he was. He felt warmer.  Soon, the muscles in his body started to ease and began sinking into the embrace of the man he had dreamt of for so long.  Noboru’s hands fled from the knife he held and went towards Tsuchinoto’s arms, holding them as if they’d disappear at any moment.  Thinking back, Tsurigakure was his home, but as Noboru thought more clearly, he came to a sudden realization. Tsuchinoto was his home.

      The return of that touch was smooth and firm. Shivers down his spine, bursting exhilaration upon his skin; but all he could find capacity to do was close his eyes and breath in Noboru's scent.                  Like a bird taking to the sky his heart felt at peace.                                   ----- his arm muscles tensed, arms squeezing                                            tighter around the firm waist. Fighting with                                            the urge to sigh he cleared his throat instead.

           "Thank you," he found that his voice was rusty from misuse, "for making dinner."                         

Thank you for coming back to me...

Words he didn't say remained stuck to the roof of his mouth as his chin rested on the bunches of muscle at Noboru's neck for a long moment.                   Ticks of the clock on the wall amounted to a full sixty before he                    managed to move; his nose turning inward until it brushed                    against his companions cheekbone;                                                                  His breath was slightly heavy, eyes                                                                 remaining closed as though to open                                                                 them would shatter the moment.          His breath fanned across Noboru's cheek, arms untangled themselves lightly pulling back until it was his palms that pressed flat against each side of the lean waist before him, no longer wrapped around. His fingers flexed experimentally, heart pounded.                        It seemed strangely satisfying; unbiddenly effortless                         for his hands to be so comfortable around that waist, or                        for his spirit to draw such reprieve by the returned gesture                        he had received when Noboru's hands had come up to                         lay on his arm.                                                 The skin there still tingled from the contact.

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