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distraction to steal hiraishin kunai 🥺🥺

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六代目の暗部はテンゾウ一択

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What if... What if baby Kakashi accidentally acquired a favorite song?

Like... A pop song? The kind that gets stuck in your head and makes you want to dance? Like, maybe he got a little portable radio for his birthday? (very good gift since a radio can be used for keeping up to date with news and maybe even intercept coded enemy messages on a lucky day?) But then, one day he accidentally tunes in to a music station and gets exposed to whatever dance hit is at the top of the charts that day in the land of Fire, and that dance hit is immediately imprinted to the very core of Kakashi's little joy-deprived soul, awakening urges he never even knew ninjas could have, like: Humming? Foot tapping? Twirling?

Kakashi manages to discreetly obtain a recording of the cursed track and it's like a dirty secret now. Nobody can ever know. Ever! but whenever he's got some time alone he plays it. he plays his song. on repeat. and. he has to dance!

There is choreography to go along with the song, because all good pop hits have choreography and Kakashi discreetly obtains the means to copy and memorize the whole routine (the lead singer is really cute too but that's completely irrelevant is what Kakashi tells himself)

It turns out Kakashi is really good at picking up dance choreography because of course he is. He practices the steps to perfection in the safety of his home. Not even his ninken gets to see. They'd think he'd caught some kind of fever and they wouldn't be completely wrong. The obsession is very intense and makes him act completely out of character and it's all kinds of upsetting. Kakashi never intended for things to go so far and he's not sure how to turn back.

Then the nightmares start...

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Is this the end rn? 😭 Literally the only fix it fix I’ve found for this DEVASTATING game

~ SWTD: Still Here AU Part 16: ~

A Series of Phone Calls:

Sorry Finlay, but the Queen has arrived This is really two chapters in one, because they'd be way too short otherwise.

TW: Mention of divorce.

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

Ring. Ring.

'Come on. Pick up. Please pick up.'

Ring. Ring.

Ring r-

'Hello?'

'Suze?!'

'Caz?! I...Jesus. A little late, isn't it? No need to go bellowing down the phone at me.' There was a pause. Caz was at a loss for words. She answered. He was hearing Suze's voice. Nothing artificial from The Shape that tried to lure him in. But, from Suze's perspective, Caz was breathing heavily down the phone. 'Caz? Hello?' Her voice slapped him out of his daze.

'M-Maybe.' His voice was breathless. How he missed her. 'Sorry about that.' Caz's grip on the phone tightened. He didn't want to let go. Ever since he arrived on The Beria, he wanted to be back in her arms, but he knew it was for the best. 'Look, I, er.' Be brave. For Suze. Be brave. 'I want you to come and see me.'

'What?' A small chuff echoed through the phone. 'All the way out in the middle of the North Sea?'

'No. No. I'm on the mainland now.'

'W-What?' Naturally, she was at a loss for words. 'When did you-'

'Only a few hours ago.' A small lie. Depends if you count six hours ago as a few or several. 'Something happened to The Beria, and we had to evacuate. Lost a few good men, but we're back.'

'Something? What's 'something' C- Wait. Lost?' Panic began to rise in Suze's voice. It took her a moment to register what he had just said. She just replied as if she was on autopilot. 'People died? Is Roy with you?'

'Yeah. Yeah. Big man's safe and sound with us.' He managed a light chuckle. He didn't know it, but Suze had also tightened her grip on the phone. She was so happy to finally hear his voice again. All the anger she had built up since August just vanished, replaced with all the good memories flooding into her brain and making her heart skip a beat. Her finger wrapped around the cord. 'How are you and the weans?'

'We're okay. Christmas didn't feel the same without you. Ma had to make a fool of herself, though. Bloody forgot to put the handbrake on.'

'We need to sell that old banger.

'Aye. Her and all, too.' The pair shared a laugh. Something they haven't done for a while. It was good.

'How are you, Caz? You sound...' Suze paused to find the right word. 'Different.'

'Well, being on a rickety oil rig in the middle of the North Sea will do that to ya. I'm fine, though, really. Made some new friends out there. You'd like them.'

'Are they with you now?'

'Some are. Most went home.' Suze frowned. That wasn't the right thing to say. The anger didn't return, but small specks of frustration did. Still, she gave Caz the benefit of the doubt.

'Then, why aren't you coming home?'

'I will be, but first, I want you and the girls to come here.'

And where's 'here?''

'Braemar'

'What the hell are you doing all the way out in Brae-'

'Please, Suze. I can't hog the phone for much longer. Just please. Bring the girls here. I'll give the address. Please?' Silence. Caz's heart dropped. His foot began to tap, and he bit his lower lip. How could he have possibly made their situation worse? Did she not believe him? Then again, he can't blame her. She hadn't hung up the phone, but had he lost signal? Was she actually talking to him, and he didn't know? 'Suze?'

'Alright, Caz. Give me the address.' Her voice was one of defeat, but Caz had hope. It's all that kept him going. Might be the only thing that kept him from turning.

'Trust me, Suze. All will be explained when you see us.' A pause. 'I love you.'

'I love you, too.'

Well, it could have been better. Caz knew he had been brave, but he would be a fool if he didn't feel some tension. As for Suze, she hunched over and covered her mouth when she hung up the phone, not knowing if she'll cry or scream until the windows shattered. Maybe both. She was still angry. Her emotions were a hurricane residing in her stomach that she tried to control. Nothing was easy anymore. She was tried. So tired. Her eyes were still heavy. Slowly, Suze controlled her breathing and stood up straight with a long sigh.

'Right,' she muttered. 'Okay.' Then, a small smile graced her face. 'Silly sod.' Once again, the good memories came back. With the living area of the flat being open planned, she turned to the cheap kitchen table, where a brown file containing the crisp divorce papers lay in wait. They'd been there since last Monday. Dust had gathered. Now, the question was, will Suze leave them to collect more?

Caz exhaled all the air in his lungs. He felt better, but at the same time, he wished he could just deflat like a balloon. Roy had been listening the entire time from the stairs. 'So, how did it go?'

'I dunno, Roy,' he sighed, running a hand through his hair. Caz often did that when he was either indecisive or stressed. 'Good. I think? Do you want to call anyone?'

'Nah. I'm gonna sleep, but,' Roy nodded to the front door. 'I think they'll want to speak to someone.'

'Aye.' Caz turned and walked down the corridor. 'Alright.' He opened the door. 'Who wants to use...' Nothing else needed to be said. Everyone was huddled on the porch, waiting for their turn, except for Innes and Muir. Seems no one could decide on who could go first. The infected, except Trots, couldn't fit inside, yet they kept Raffs, Brodie, and O'Connor from reaching the entrance. Poor buggers were freezing, unlike the infected. The cold didn't affect them. Another small positive from The Shape. Caz sighed at the sight. Good to know he was working with children the entire time. 'We go alphabetically. Addair, you're first.' And guess who was going to be the handler?

Caz turned around whilst Addair tried to get inside. The keyword is 'try,' because Caz instantly shoved him back out when he knocked over a picture. Just like with Bernard, he quickly realised this was going to be a long night. The method was simple; give Caz their number, he dails it, and gives the phone to whoever.

The calls were like clockwork. Just like him, everyone asked for their loved ones name in surprise before sighing in relief and explaining what happened without the infected telling them that they'd been turned into fleshy blobs. Then, they invite them all to the farm. Addair. Gibbo. Ren-

'Not answering?'

'Eh,' Rennick motioned something akin to a shrug. 'My son travels for work. I'll try again later.'

O'Connor, Trots, and finally Raffs, who told his mum he and Brodie will be home soon. Brodie went last, and that was just to get in touch with the train station to figure out when was the best time and day to get back to Skye.

When all was said and done, Caz took himself to the sofa he was given as his bed and instantly crashed, along with Trots, who took the armchair and leg rest. Which was ironic. Neither slept well last night, but now, both could finally breathe. Everyone else soon followed.

Where was Muir's family during all this?

Muir had brought his parents and brothers to the furthest point of the garden. He cradled a now sleeping Grace and Bonnie in his arms whilst Innes leaned against the fence. It was late, but he wanted to tell them because he wasn't going to be subtle. He's done that enough. 'Okay. Everyone. I need to tell you something. I'm...I-I...' He glanced to Innes, who smiled and nodded in return. That gave Muir the confidence he needed. 'I'm gay. I like men, and I have since I understood what that meant.' He shuffled back and forth between his crab-like legs. 'And Innes here is the one I want to spend my life with. Dad, you said you'd never stop loving me, and I hope this doesn't change anything.'

'WHAT?!' Harris yelled. Muir retracted for a moment before it clicked that Harris was being sarcastic.

'Oh no,' Angus continued with equal sarcasm. 'Ewan's gay? Jesus Christ. Who could have guessed?'

'Okay, I get it,' Muir mumbled. He stared at Innes when he heard him trying not to laugh.

'We've all known for years.'

'The only girl you've dated was Ivy Bradshaw from year 6.' Of course, Harris continued his life goal of being the little shit sibling.

'Yes, thank you, 'arris.' Muir could feel the blood rush to his cheeks.

'And, you didn't dance with anyone at either of our weddings. Instead, you were eyeing up the bar - Either out to desperation or just get one over on Harris, Muir quickly slapped a tendril over his mouth.

'S-Shut up!' Sadly, being red in the face and hissing through his teeth, just gave his younger brother the motivation to keep going through heavy muffles.

'Harris!' Fiona snapped. Nothing else needed to be said. She had that stern look in her eyes that even made Harris, a thirty-three year old man, stop whatever shit he was pulling. Muir still kept his mouth covered.

'Ewan,' Logan began. 'You've been turned into a five meter tall hermit crab. Even if we didn't know, do you think we care?'

'W-Well, that's a relief.' Muir glanced to his mum, who was just smiling. He returned the smile. Now, all the weight had gone from his shoulders. Innes stepped forward and held his hand out for Muir to take.

'Now, can we go inside, please? It's freezing out here.' Gently, Harris, now free from Muir, and Angus took their daughters and began to walk back to the house. Fiona approached and kissed her son on the cheek before looking to Innes.

'You look after him, okay?'

'I promise, mam. He won't be leaving my sight.'

'I think that's impossible.' And cue Muir literally buring his head in the snow. A low groan could be heard, causing the pair to snicker. He was always easy to embarrass. Fiona found it cute whilst Innes just mentally jotted that this was payback for nearly taking his head off with the piping. 'Well, goodnight, you two.' They had given Innes a bed, but it was obvious he wasn't going to be there.

He knelt beside Muir and gave him a pat on the exposed flesh from the helmet. 'Proud of you, ya big lug.' A tendril wrapped around his waist, yet Muir still kept hidden under the snow. He'll come out when his cheeks stop being red.

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The more you look the better (?) it gets

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(you need to view the image or you'll just like the post)

Since people liked it i made a toy that works on the computer: https://nick-nonya.itch.io/trampoline-toy Have fun!

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Team 7, age 12: Never back down never what?! Kakashi, 26, a single dad having a breakdown over ordering at McDonald's: never give up Team 7: NEVER BACK DOWN NEVER WHAT?! Kakashi, crying like crazy: NeVeR gIvE uP

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From now on these will be my reaction images

Absolutely no one: Me: have some low quality Naruto frames.

I’m sorry…  😅

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I love them so much I can’t even-

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Chaos Katoshi @aerugonian

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fnaf speedruns are like cocomelon to me

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my beyond the spiderverse predictions ☝️ (find my other spiderverse shit here)

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i’m convinced that people who say all cats are assholes are abusing their cats. all of my cats have been super sweet to me, because i respect their boundaries! they don’t want to cuddle? don’t cuddle! they want attention? give attention! do people even know that cats hate being alone? they live in packs in the wild!

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Prove me wrong! 🤣

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Another night in the horror labyrinth 😔

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questionable sensei group photo ✨

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