precious
miraculous ladybug, sonnets of four In any other fronts, this precious cub Mari tamed had “real balls of steel,” as Alya had the misfortune to hear in the colorful vocabulary of hard-bitten seamen she has had to spend time with of late.the waifu wars, naruto“You chose Ann?”
“I did.” Naruto nodded with a grin, with his poor controller covered in week-old broth stains. “She’s pretty great. Best girl.”
“You precious sunshine child.” Sakura sighed.
Carrie Fisher hiding in the trash cans on the backlot of the Star Wars set, 1976
Carrie Fisher inside a trash can while doing promotion for The Empire Strikes Back, 1980
Horyse handed the telephone back to a signaler, and turned towards them. Touchstone watched him, suddenly conscious that he probably only had five seconds to be alone with Sabriel, to say something, to say anything. Perhaps the last five seconds they would ever have alone together…
I am not afraid, he said to himself.
“I love you,” he whispered. “I hope you don’t mind.”
Sabriel looked back at him, and smiled, almost despite herself. Her sadness at her father’s death was still there, and her fears for the future— but seeing Touchstone staring apprehensively at her somehow gave her hope.
“I don’t mind,” she whispered back, leaning towards him.
May I strive to be like this.
Soldier? …Ready to comply.
Harley & Ivy
Sasuke and Sakura in Naruto Shippuden Episode 470
I was waiting for this for so long!^^
You a filipino too?? Yas! Ako rin kasi 😆 Ganda ng description mo ah 😂😂
these are inserts/back stories that couldn’t make it into sixty minutes :
omake 1 || 2 || 3
omake: how did adrinette happen?
so we really had a backstory on how everything went down with adrinette, but we thought that it would be unnecessary to incorporate it within the story. it all started with adrien and mari finally knowing their partners alter-egos. unfortunately, both of them decided to keep it a secret, not knowing they’ve been running in circles in hiding their respective discoveries for quite some time. after one uneventful midnight patrol, mari finally resolves to tell her partner.
lb: wish me luck? I’m planning on confessing to the boy i like.
cn: wait. (catches her arm, wide-eyed in panic) don’t.
lb: (after her heart restarted) oh. okay then. (turns to leave)
cn: (panics even more) ladybug, wait. hey! will you please wait?
lb: it’s late and it’s a school night. (studiously avoids eye contact) and we have exams. bye, chat.
cn: my lady, i think we should talk about this. (touches her arm placatingly) i think we might be misunderstanding each other… and we can’t afford that…
lb: (shakes off his hold with a shrug) god, chat noir! (faltering scowl) for once in your life will you please leave me alone when i tell you to?
cn: sorry for being a pain, my lady. i… good luck. and… goodb– (posture slackens, head, arms, and tail low) good night.
see chat noir has been listening to his lady talk about this boy in school for the past how many years now. lately, he thought they were finally becoming closer, him and ladybug, him and marinette. and hearing her say she was going to confess to somebody, to that mysterious apple of her eye, just jolted him with sheer panic.
because if she confesses to someone else—and only a fool would turn her down, a fool he’d be hard pressed not to punch for making her cry—he would never be able to confess to her.
as it turns out, he waited too long.
"he'll come, mama—papa promised!" sarada insisted as she poked one last candle into a lopsided vanilla cake. "he said he would be back in time for my birthday, so he will, okay?" sakura tried to smile. "darling, papa won't—it's hard to say how long the missions he takes last, since he is hokage-sama's very best nin, and i—i just don't want you to get your hopes up." sarada sighed, and patted her mama's hand. "he wouldn't disappoint me, mama, not after he promised. just wait, ok?" (1/2)
the letter, when it came, was sealed in red wax. sakura waited until after the candles had died out, until after the wax had pooled on top of the cake sarada had worked so hard to make perfect. sarada had fallen asleep only an hour ago, with little more than a murmur of goodnight. with tremulous hands, she unfurled the vellum scroll and began to read. with each word of the she read, the truth became ever more real: her husband, her child’s father, would not be home for a while. (2/2)
she practiced the words in the fogged up, after-shower mirror. adjusting her clothes, she started from the top.
“sarada, papa’s going to be away for a–no" she took a breath. “sarada, papa loves you, but his job–no. sarada–”
“mama?” her voice came faintly from behind the white bathroom door. the handle turned, and her head poked in. “I heard you talking, saying my name.” sarada shuffled through the space created. she glanced around, peering into the closet to the right.
“oh.” the word fell out of sakura’s mouth, a heavy stone.
“I thought…I thought maybe you were talking to papa. that he came back late? that he was delayed, but now he’s here? but I guess…not.”
“sa-chan…”
“I’m…I should go brush my teeth. school starts soon. it’s…important to be on time.” she turned to the door quickly, eyes downcast. in all her years of motherhood, sakura had never heard this tone from sarada–one of defeat.
“sa-chan, come here.”
sarada bristled. “no. if he can’t…keep a promise to his daughter–” her voice broke.
sakura walked around to kneel in front of sarada, her fingers brushing the hot tears away, pushing her hair around her ears. “sarada, you are your father’s most important person. he loves you so much. he would never intend to disappoint–”
“but he did!” her voice was cutting, and she jerked away from her mother’s touch. “it was my birthday, mama. my birthday.” and then, softer: “it was a promise.”
the words sakura had prepared about duty to your country, about strength, about loss all fell away, felt insignificant. here, in front of her daughter’s glassy eyes, sakura’s knees to the cold tile, it didn’t feel anywhere near enough.
no weight of duty and honor could compare to sarada’s broken heart.
femslash february forever → haruka/michiru
requested by @soumamegumi
title: home and away pairing: sasusaku summary: in their language, the notion of ‘home’ was something beyond borders or buildings. notes: i have a lot of feelings about the concept of “home” as it is spoken about in tagalog.
“i met a man once,” sasuke said to her, in the aftermath of a moon spent in love. “he approached me when I was traveling through a small village in the mountains of rain country. he said he had never seen eyes like mine.“
"and what did you say,” sakura said, tracing promises into his skin with the heat of her small, slim fingers.
“i told him he was lucky,” sasuke replied. “he laughed and asked if he could draw them — me, and we got to talking. he was one of the only few people i could understand in that village and he had time enough to assist me as a translator. it wasn’t a very big settlement, but the people there were kind, and they shared what they harvested with travelers who were fortunate enough to cross their gates."
"i see,” sakura murmured. there was more to his story, she knew, and so, she kept silent. sasuke was being strangely talkative tonight.
“when i was leaving, he told me that in their language, the notion of ‘home’ was something beyond borders or buildings. they’re a far-flung people, you see — many of them leave that village and migrate to different places to provide for their families, or to attain a better quality of life. but no matter where they lay their heads at night, 'home’ is fixed to that point, to those village gates. and since their village is so tightly-knit, everyone knows everyone.”
he drew in a slow solemn breath. sakura watched as he took her hand in his, as their fingers came so close together that only a breath of air separated them.
“in their language, there is a word for ‘house,’ there is a word for ‘country,’ there is a word for home — several words for ‘home,’” he amended. “but there is a specific word for the village from which they all come. when two people from this village—people who have long since left it—people who might now wear different clothes and eat different food, and—in certain cases—have different names, come together to reminisce, they use only one particular word when speaking of this village. and as soon as one or the other mentions it in conversation, it is a signal — 'ah yes, there.’”
“sasuke-kun…” but he slipped a finger against her lips and sakura stopped, transfixed by the steady gaze which had so arrested her, decades, eons, lives ago.
"i am of not them,” sasuke said quietly, as he allowed their hands to touch again. “but i know what it is to have a singular, fixed, concept of home — to have a word that belongs to a group peopled only by me, that grounds me, that reminds me that any place where i lie down to rest alone is only temporary…because i’m without—without…”
her eyes stung; after these months married to him, she knew how to complete his thought. sakura bit her lip and turned away. he had only been home four hours, and here she was, unraveled, undone.
“what a cake i am,” she whispered, as she turned in his arms, as she gave him her back. “weeping over something so small — you overestimate me, sasuke-kun, to speak so sweetly and expect me to face you with any sort of dignity.”
he kissed the nape of her neck.
“so don’t. rest easy. know that i’m home.”
.
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end
11 and 14 please!
11. What’s a fanfic idea you haven’t done yet?
can i say fantasy???? bc it still counts since my wip one isnt even half done and its 19 pages lmao lmao i’ve never been good at fantasy and it’s always had this vague way of capturing my attention? idk if that sounds weird, but i tend to be like eh fantasy but then im also OOOOH faNTASY and idk i’ve never paid too much or close attention to it so now its like a challenge for me and so here i am…..
14. What’s your favorite shipping fic you’ve written? Favorite gen fic?
for some reason i really love this shippy one right here. i mean there’s pribably others that i lvoe equally or more but i recently reread this one and i sighed contently.
as for a gen fic……………….does this one count since the ss is kinda in the background????
₩! (if you're still up for it and if it's okay. :D)
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