ツイッター落書き　その5

ooc. so, the year is almost over, and it’s about time i did another one of these! after all, it’s christmas, hinata’s birthday is on friday, the year is ending, and i’m almost halfway to 1K followers on this blog! so — this is a pretty huge ff marker!!! my nearly-three-years rping in this fandom has been really fun throughout all of my blogs. i’ve made so many friends and have had so many interesting plots with a variety of different characters, and it’s been a roller coaster, tbh.

whether we interacted on hidan, guren, kurotsuchi, hinata, all my old muses, etc., thank you!! even if we’ve only spoken ooc, thank you!!! if we’re just mutuals, thank you for following me!! it means a lot.

i tried to keep this short, but i failed lmao. as usual. i just love everyone. i still probably forgot someone SO I’M SO SO SO SORRY ah hh h. i love you all, okay??? like honestly, thank you for sticking around with me and my blogs, despite my constant bouts of inactivity. everyone is under the cut. bolded urls are nerds i rly like.

tbh if u have multiple blogs, you’re on here several times. and honestly, even if we’ve never spoken, yoU’RE ON HERE because i already like you.

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Catherynne M. Valente, Deathless (via ricktimus)

秒速5センチメートル / 5 Centimeters Per Second （Byōsoku Go Senchimētoru）

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                 Brows twitched, lips quirked downward into a frown and he couldn’t refrain from snorting indignantly.                                           “Che, you sure talk big for a girl.”                                   His hand lifted and he swept it through                                   his hair languidly, before dropping it back                                   to his side & stuffing it in his pocket.               He observed the side effects of excitement, adrenaline, annoyance and aggression on her, things he recognized easily because he often exhibited the signs rather similarly.

                       ”Shit you’re really worked up aren’cha?”                         He released a light sigh—when was the last                                                                time he’d made a                                                                 girl cry again?                                    Far too recently.        Somehow he had a feeling he wouldn’t be making this particular girl cry with his gruff personality any time soon.

 ░▒▓█         Pause. 

        “    for a girl? ” Who the hell was this guy? She had probably asked that way too many times mentally.

        “ hey fuckface   whatever your name is. you want a black eye to go with that scar? ” Her hand rested on her hip, which was now jut out. She watched as his hair fell back into place, though her attention went back to his eyes. She never lost eye contact with the enemy. 

        Even though he wasn’t technically an enemy as of right now, just someone she wasn’t getting along with. This wasn’t exactly the place to be getting into it, but she wasn’t afraid to do so. As annoyed as she was, she couldn’t bring herself to let the situation alone. She grew up with three older brothers, and she knew that some battles were better left untouched, this asshole however needed either a lesson taught or his eyes opened.

        She was a fucking woman, and deserved to be treated as such. 

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