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hinata gworly too 🧿

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omg this update on tumblr feels weird !! but hi hello is anyone alive here ?

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Summer Hinata

for #Hyūgaclanweek

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the wip is…. dare i say it.. wipping

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the naruto (re)awakening is in full force now :o)

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💜

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hinata would wield a katana enhanced by her chakra confirmed

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antiprotag​:

there’s distress in her actions. the way she grabs him so suddenly catches him off guard, worry and confusion quick to crawl up his spine, yet her words continue to soothe and they never once betray her heart. it is in his nature to share suffering. to desire a hand to hold and a hand to hurt; a mutually assured descent. but hinata—not hinata. not once did he wish for her same downfall. while he ran from that outcome, it only came back to hurt him, too.

“…” he mulls over what to say. the air and time around them is tender to the touch and in need of careful handling. hinata, delicate like the flower she is, seeks his comfort despite how terribly different he is. how rough he is against her soft, beating heart. with his eye still trained down, he rolls his neck to the other side and covers her with both arms beneath his shadow, ensuring they won’t part any time soon. “’m sorry,” he says, almost a whisper. “you wanna see me again..that’s why you’re always the same. you let me come back.” adam puases, opening the cloak a bit to shed light and see the top of her head.

“…i wanted to see you again, hinata. that’s why i’m here.”

enclosed by his arms &shielded by his cloak, the heat of adam’s body radiates around the heiress’s smaller frame. in the dark, his voice somehow becomes clearer to her—reverberating in the small, private space. suddenly, the darkness breaks. as her head raises, hinata shifts the weight of his limbs just a bit to gain view of him, yet keeps herself pressed against him. peeping upwards, the paleness of her eyes gloss with beaded tears.  the kinds of tears that trickle down rosy cheeks, she cannot say for certain. paused for what seems like minutes, she breathes out. “ eh? r-really? ” she asks, innocently dumbfounded by adam’s confession. hinata finds herself mixed in emotion—a cocktail of hurt and relief; pangs that need healing; assurance to quell the stories she tells herself for his absence. in truth, the stories, up until now, sealed in all parts of what she would feel, had she come face to face with him again. hypotheticals. just what would creep to the surface?

it’s hard for her to soak in the thought of him coming back to her. ( yet, here he is. all flesh & bone & heart. )  “ but .. ” but why now? she thinks. she’s not bold enough to ask him. yet the questions pile one on top of the other. &he isn’t wrong. she did let him return—she always would, no matter how many seasons would pass in between them. oh, how his words melt her down.   glassy-eyed, her brows furrow with all her feelings on display. she hangs onto him tighter. “ i wasn’t sure .. what had happened to you. s-so i thought ..  ” 

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antiprotag​:

he can’t help but notice her apprehension. when hinata heeds his call and rests against his torso under the safety of his shade, he recieves her nonetheless. his gentle hand—for her and her alone—comes down around her small shoulder. a gesture of comfort for her troubled heart.

“i should be saying that,” adam replies, his neck rolling to the side as his expression grims just a bit. though he can’t see her, he looks down at where the top of her head must be beneath his burlap sack. “i think you’re the same. you always are. i–.. i always thought you’d think differently about me. after a while.”

his words, carried with tender self-doubt, hollows out her belly. even though the pair have acknowledged their stark differences, their similarities often remind her of adam’s sensitive nature—something the hyuuga has often struggled with accepting. when their thoughts skew to extremes, it leaves too much room for wrongful misunderstandings. however, what she loves about him is his openness; the willingness to share what he’s thinking—even when its most plagued with uncertainties. &it’s the heat from his hand that soothes her ache. the weight of his care for her burns her. how long have these feelings, these thoughts, festered in his mind? 

thank god he can’t see her contorting face. she grabs for anything that’s in reach, gripping with as much strength as she is able to with her small fingers. “ i could never. ” she responds almost immediately, pushing her head further into the nook.  “ i just .. —— ” she pauses, lips trembling, “ i wanted to see you again. ”  ( even when it hurts. )

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antiprotag​:

he can feel hinata’s gaze even without looking. as she peers over quietly, adam turns her way and opens the worn cloak draped over his shoulders, beckoning her to come inside with a couple flaps of the cloth. “c’mon,” he calmly exhales, the look in his eye soft, sweet, and welcoming.

hinata can’t help but scoff under her breath at the light flapping of his cloak, like that of a bird. it may sound silly, but adam’s voice helps usher her in, giving her the reassurance that she desperately needs in this moment. her thoughts of what he must feel about her don’t leave her all the way, yet they subside, allowing her to move forward temporarily from its chains. bringing her gaze down—too embarrassed for full eye contact—the heiress nestles her way into the empty space. a space that was once / is / safe.

completely enveloped in the dark, her head drops against his chest. a heavy sigh breaks the silence. “ i’m sorry, adam. ” the murmurs once trapped in her throat begin to break free. “ i’m ... i’m acting weird, aren’t i? ” she knows she is. does he believe so, too? 

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stares over at @antiprotag​ .... awkwardly & silently !!

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i got the job !!!!!! i sent in my resignation letter as soon as i found out. i’m both overwhelmed and relieved. onto new beginnings !!

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𝙷𝙾𝚆 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝚁𝚈 𝙴𝙼𝙾𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽? please repost , don’t reblog ! bold / italicize what applies accordingly.

『 𝒂𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒓 . 』   jaw     clenching ,     hands     balling     into     fists ,     teeth     grinding,     yelling ,     going     nonverbal ,     vocalizations ,     stuttering     speech ,     rushed     speech ,     slow     concise     speech ,     rambling ,     quiet ,     arms     crossing ,     shaking     head ,     curling     lip     upwards ,     baring     teeth ,     tearing     up ,     animated ,     expressionless ,     projects ,     internalizes ,     vents ,     withdraws ,     tighter     movements ,     passive-aggressive ,     direct ,     physical     outbursts ,     verbal     outbursts ,     pacing ,     going     still ,     anger     boils     over     in     the     heat     of     the     moment     but     cools     down     quickly     afterwards ,     anger     brews     slowly     but     lingers     longer ,     will     act     out     of     impulse     when     angry ,     will     stew     on     their     anger     and     plot     revenge ,     holds     grudges ,     forgives     easily ,     forgives     but     never     forgets

『 𝒋𝒐𝒚 . 』  easy     smiles ,     fighting     back     grins ,     suppressed     laughter ,     loud     laughter ,     giggles ,     chuckling ,     smirks ,     whole     body     laughs ,     covers     mouth     when     laughing/giggling ,     throws     head     back     when     laughing ,     slaps     leg ,     touches     people     around     them     when     laughing ,     looks     down     when     laughing ,     looks     for     eye     contact     when     laughing,     sparkling     eyes ,     bubbly     happiness ,     quiet     subtle     happiness ,     obnoxious     happiness ,     wants     to     spread     joy ,     quietly     savors     joy

『 𝒔𝒂𝒅𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔 . 』   crying ,     bottling     it     up ,     seeking     distractions ,     wallowing ,     meditating     and     processing ,     avoidance ,     seeking     out     comfort ,     withdrawing ,     swallowing     thickly ,     talking     it     out ,     internalizing     it ,     sad     smiles ,     depression     naps ,     using     alcohol ,     using     drugs ,     seeking     out     sources     of     joy ,     fidgets     with     sentimental     item ,     sits     in     silence ,     broods ,     gets     moody ,     wants     someone     to     share     the     misery ,     tries     to     hide     negative     emotions ,     nurtures     others     to     make     themselves     feel     better

『 𝒆𝒎𝒃𝒂𝒓𝒓𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒎𝒆𝒏𝒕     /     𝒔𝒉𝒂𝒎𝒆 . 』       blushing ,     looking     away ,     rubbing     at     the     back     of     the     head ,     running     a     hand     through     hair ,     clearing     throat ,     covering     the     face ,     laughing     nervously ,     laughing     it     off ,     overthinking ,     letting     it     go ,     self-deprecating     humor ,     deflecting ,     getting     irritated ,     smiling ,     withdraws ,     crossing     arms     over     the     stomach ,     crossing     arms     over     chest ,     hands     in     pockets ,     shoulders     sinking ,     shrugs ,     falling     into     silence     until     comfortable     again ,     talking     a     lot     to     compensate

『 𝒈𝒖𝒊𝒍𝒕 . 』   avoiding     eye     contact ,     shoulders     sinking     low ,     head     hanging     down ,     crying ,     chest     aches ,     lashing     out ,     internalizing ,     apologizing ,     deflecting ,     communicating ,     withdrawing ,     grand     gestures     for     forgiveness ,     accepting     fault     easily ,     punishing     themselves ,     martyrdom ,     victim     complex ,     over-active     guilt     complex ,     healthy     conscience ,     internalizes     even     after     forgiveness ,     seeking     redemption ,     moves     on     easily ,     denial ,     shuts     off     empathy     to     cope ,     lack     of     guilt / conscience ,     sorry     they     got     caught     more     than     caused     harm ,     can’t     handle     knowing     they     hurt     others

『 𝒇𝒆𝒂𝒓     /     𝒂𝒏𝒙𝒊𝒆𝒕𝒚 . 』   trembling ,     crying ,     sarcasm / sass     to     cope,     humour     to     cope ,     rambles ,     going     quiet ,     going     nonverbal ,     getting     angry ,     fidgeting ,     freezing     up ,     impatience ,     clenching     jaw ,     picking     at     nails ,     chewing     at     the     lip ,     pulling     at     clothes ,     adjusting     jewelry / clothing / hair ,     pacing ,     swallowing     thickly ,     eyes     widening ,     over - reacts ,     under - reacts ,     calm ,     logical ,     panic ,     irrational,     overthinks ,     carefully     analyzes ,     talk     to     themselves ,     breathing     exercises ,     flight ,     fight ,     withdraw ,     fawn.

tagged by :   @antiprotag​ ;; love u  tagging :  whoever is seeing this !! 

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this update is just to throw out there ... hello again !! 

recently interviewed for a wfh job, honestly hoping for the best outcome since working at my current job has burnt me out from the system. as much as i enjoyed being with the people and the clients ( some who i’ve grown to love and check in with), counselors definitely don’t get what they need, much less the therapists. but even then i didn’t always enjoy what the therapists would do in terms of methods. but, to each their own. i just wanna spend more time on myself and my family and my loved ones. even maybe here to write on the side again.  i hope whoever else is still here, knows that they’re trying their best. especially in this chaotic state we’re living in.  hope to write again soon !! 

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offering you this angry lil lady

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outwards​:

“ah! i-i’m okay! i’m fine! i’m sorry, um—” she should have waited out the rush. few things on this earth does she hate more than foot traffic. a peep for a peep, “i should have been more alert, um… h-how about you?”

“ m-me too, i’m alright! ” hinata reassures, adjusting her wilted posture. she registers the stranger’s nervous delivery, similar to her own. a bustling street such as this would bring about little room for comfort, especially in such confined spaces. was she new to this area, too?

“ i wasn’t alert myself, it’s okay .. ” with a pause, she offers a hand out, “ do you need help out of here? ” this crowd is becoming less and less appealing the more she stays at a stand still. the least she can do was assist the other and herself from the chaos.