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@weaponwield​​ sent: “is this okay?” kankuro moves his hands to tenten’s waist. his grip is gentle, and he waits for her to tell him how to proceed. he isn’t sure he knows himself what it is he wants, what is okay and what will feel too close to an enemy’s hand ( how do two warriors touch one another without doing harm? ) but he trusts tenten, so fully, that he knows is he has to stop, to pull away, the request will be swiftly honoured. and kankuro will follow her lead until then, wait for her word before he pressed lips to lips, to warm, beloved skin.

               how’d this happen?  she doesn’t remember.  the summer heat in suna has always been stifling, suffocating and oppressive in a way that frequently causes her mind to shut down.  little gaps in her memory when she isn’t paying attention properly, too distracted with thoughts of how damn hot it is to remember little details.  but they’re standing chest to chest and the breeze pushed through the room by the fan in the corner cools the soaking wet fabric that clings to her body, rising goosebumps along her arms.  but the chill from cool air and damp fabric doesn’t compete with the one that dances across her skin as his hands rest upon her bare waist. 

              swimming.  they’d been swimming.  she remembers temari lounging in a chair in the sun and lee stretching in the water, preparing to swim laps in place of running them.  gaara had been playing tricks on his siblings, a glimmer of mischief in the kazekage’s eyes that reminded her he’s younger than she is and she’d been sitting on the edge of the pool watching, a over-sized shirt hanging loosely off her shoulders that’s missing now.  hot.  it was so damn hot.  ❛ i’m going inside. ❜ then a rush in her head followed by a rush of water.  she woke up in his room, to worried looks and a stream of questions, and now…

              is this okay?  spoken softly into the limited space between them, a question dripping with sincerity that she doesn’t know how to answer because she feels the answer ought to be obvious.  she would have stopped him before he got this close if it wasn’t.  wouldn’t have stood to meet him when he came to her, in a frantic rush, upon realizing she was awake.  but if it were anyone else it wouldn’t be okay, because the thought of anyone else seeing so much of her makes her sick to her stomach.  but… it’s him.  and it’s okay because it’s him.  and she can’t explain it any more thoroughly. 

              ❝ i want- ❞  it seems to take a great deal of focus for her to string words together, though rather it’s because of the situation or her earlier mishap is yet to be seen.  her fingers fan across his cheek, guiding him down to her, and she hesitates - not because she’s scared but because she knows this moment is different from all the moments they’d been close before.  there’s no bigger threat driving this.  no rush of relief or massive threat looming over their heads.  the world has gone quite and all that’s left is them.  just kankuro and tenten and she wonders, briefly, if that will be enough.  to hold them together in the long run and bridge the distance between them, distance she desperately wishes didn’t exist. 

              and with a start, a leap of surprise that’s visible on her face and in the shift in her posture, she finds the words.  ❝ i want to be with you, kankuro. ❞  better than i love you.  better than it’s okay.  better than touch me or love me or anything else she could have said.  i want to be with you, wherever that is, always and she speaks with a sort of certainty she rarely has when it comes to matters of the heart.  her thumb traces the line across his cheek, heart beating so rapidly in her chest she’s certain that, with their lips a fraction of an inch apart, he can feel it.  ❝ i want to stay here with you. ❞

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@weaponwield​​​ sent: ‘ who did that to you? ’  wa oh kankuro is fucking Pissed . For tenten

                for a moment it seems as though the question’s caught her off guard, blinking a couple times in confusion.  then her fingers curl around the gash in her arm, both to apply pressure and in an attempt to hide the wound, nervous laughter pouring out of split, cracked lips.  the gesture irritates the bruise beneath her eye, but she can’t seem to stop.  would he believe her, if she told him the truth?  that there are people in his beloved village who would see harm done to her?  that her presence in the kazekage’s residence is both noted and unwelcome?  that war leaves scars and hate runs deep and there are still those who remember a time when orders demanded leaf ninja be killed on sight. 

                and she won’t fight back, not if her life isn’t at risk.  unwilling to ignite a diplomatic incident and somewhat afraid that a display of force will only make matters worse.  she’s endured far worse, aches and bruises and closed chakra points at her teammates’ own hands, and tenten is nothing if not determined.  determined, driven, dedicated, and stubborn as hell itself.  she’ll find her place in the village, a spot at his side carved out for her by her own hands.  it would just take time.  things like this take time.  and until then… what was it shinboi are meant to do?  endure?  she’s endured far worse than this. 

                ❝ this? ❞  she smiles at him,  unfazed by the fact that her hand comes away from her arm red and slick, gesturing to the cut,  ❝ it’s nothing.  some kids were playing with a kunai and they missed is all.  honestly, the academy instructors here ought to start teaching them better.  i could hit a moving target at twice the distance when i was their age. ❞  never mind the fact that she’s something of a prodigy with finesse.  and never mind the fact that a stray kunai doesn’t explain the cut in her lip or the bruise on her face.  he’ll have to pry that info out of her cold, dead body. 

                and so she turns, busying herself with the task of bandages and cleaning and anything that will keep the focus off her lie.  a bad habit, downplaying things for the benefit of others.  or- she likes to pretend it’s for others, but it protects her just as surely.  from uncomfortable conversations and even more uncomfortable feelings.  things that are better to avoid.  why trouble her mind with cloudy thoughts when the sun shines overhead and they’ve only got a few weeks together at most before she has to leave again. 

                she tears into the bandages once they’re wrapped snug around her arm, tying them off in a secure knot and nodding,  ❝ i’m fine, see?  promise! ❞

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I don’t care if I’m not your first.

I just want to be your last.

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People do crazy things… when they’re in love.

Hercules (1997) dir. Ron Clements, John Musker.

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Hercules, dir. Ron Clements and John Musker (1997)

requested by anon

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oh a liar and a player too? i've met too many men like you.

eurydice ( hadestown )

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降臨 by 小鉄さん

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I hate holding babies

And people tryna save me

Think religion is a business

Where you pay for god's forgiveness

Modern art is boring

Politicians are annoying

I don't think love lasts forever

And old music was better

Is it just me

Or does anybody

Feel the way that I feel,

They're just not being real?

Sasha Sloan - Is it just me? (2020)

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Supermarket Flowers, Ed Sheeran.

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Two // Sleeping At Last

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saturn // sleeping at last

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neptune — sleeping at last.

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I’m really happy that you’re back.

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ofmymuses: Relationship Aesthetic ➙ { the long distance relationship } late night skype calls,
tear-filled pillows,
surprise visits … “ IT’S WORTH THE WAIT. ”

Relationship Aesthetic  ➙ { the long distance relationship }

late night skype calls,           tear-filled pillows, surprise visits …

“ IT’S WORTH THE WAIT. ”