#How much stuff is in there

[senjutsunade]

The crimson of the lacquered nails stood out prominently against the paleness of the fingers that were clenched around the tokkuri as if it were the only thing keeping her linked to reality anymore, though paradoxical the idea was. Why the frail substance had not broken under her grip would have been a mystery were it not for the exhaustion that reeked off the hunched-up form, the idea only adding to the pathetic picture her misery created.

How she hated them…

Always trying to protect her as if she were weak. Like she didn’t know how to decide for herself. From that very first mission gone wrong, where one had shielded her while the other went for the kill. Why could they not accept that she didn’t need them?

With strained effort, weakened hands raised the ceramic bottle before it was tipped and the bitter liquid was poured past the barrier of trembling lips, yet her senses barely registered the taste, only interested in seeking the spark of warmth that blossomed within her, relishing the ever-fleeting moment. Soon, she was left as cold as a corpse again, shivers racking through her defeated silhouette. Bitterness no longer mattered, for her very soul was bathed in it.

It should have been her…

How dearly she wished it had been her. Why them and not her? She needed them now…then why were they not here? They never were when she needed them. They got to choose. They made the decision on how to protect her, and that made her sick.

Grip slackening, the now empty bottle was simply dropped to the wooden surface of the low table, a flickering candle—the only source of light in the darkness—illuminating its journey as it rolled off the rough surface stained with spilled sake and tears before reaching the edge and falling off with a muffled clatter, lost and forgotten like the last of the Sannin. Yet more stains were surely to taint the wood before the night was done, for a trembling hand was already reaching for another bottle, her only solace in the face of reality.

Barely a sip had slipped down her throat before the bottle was hurled away into the darkness with an anguished cry, and the darkness stood witness as she broke down once again, despair apparent in every forced breath she took. The nearly burned-out candle stood lone vigil to her pained whimpers as the blonde once again faced the truth of how she was the only living member of the once legendary three. Why her when she had been the one to crave death the most?

Even as their last act, they had only reminded her how she was weak…unworthy of even death. Mocked her, and in the twisted way only the three could understand, proven that they were still protecting her. After all, who else but those two could leave her in the state she was at present, whimpering like a frightened genin?

But Tsunade was beyond the point of caring. She felt betrayed, angry, but most of all, alone. A failure. She had failed once again to protect those she cared for. She had been the team medic. That had been all she had devoted her life to do: keep them safe. And as was tradition, she hadn’t. No wonder those two had always felt like it was their job to protect her…she always failed.

The lone flame struggled to stay lit for a moment before dying, leaving the grieving female shrouded in darkness, a half-filled ochoko sitting at the edge of the table, long since forgotten.

Why couldn’t…for once…death seek her out instead?

[wormspoodle]

compiled some things

[marfian]

So act 3 huh

[unsung-idiot]

don't show him modern technology; it won't end well

bonus under the cut:

[egophiliac]

missed the mark by (looks at calendar) uhhh. hm. but I really wanted to do something for the 5th anniversary! happy five years to these idiots 🎉

[littlemut]

[trekkerac]

i'm not like other guys i take an angsty au and make it a comedy

Ford: I've managed to record substantial evidence on tape, such as floating objects, footsteps that are not my own, and radio weirdness; The host or singer will slip in observations of my being that I simply cannot chalk up to coincidence. Whether this being is a ghost, or one of Bills tricks I've yet to discover… There are more dubious encounters such as the whispers, spine shivering chills, and of the brief shadowy figures I see down dark hallways. (Proof of an apparition? or simply a hallucination dreamt up by my sleep deprived mind?) I fear my mind is slipping further and further-

Ford: What is that blasted noise?! Stan: Cartoons got ghosts shockingly realistic! Ford: Reminds me of... being annoyed.

[strigops]

sweet beast

welcome to the holocene little one, we’ve waited so long for you

[garrandia]

in the name of the moon HADES i'll punish you!

Melinoё the Post (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

[feeelslikespace]

the sky is falling like a comet, pretend it’s not the end of the world

[krysmcscience]

I have some questions about karaoke night, Alex Hirsch. Very Important Questions. Which I will happily scream at a poor hapless baby triangle who can have no answers for me, and possibly also does not have object permanence yet.

Follow-up that is I guess suggestive, but let's be real here, Bill's a fucking triangle:

Dude slipped right into his birthday suit, lmao

this is so stupid :D

Anyway, I don't care what anyone says, this brilliant individual knows what's up - Bill is absolutely way more of a monsterfucker than Ford could or ever will be, full stop.

[arcanegifs]

ARCANE LEAGUE OF LEGENDS: 2x03 - “Finally Got The Name Right”

[purpleangiie]

Damian: "Grayson, what are you staring at?"

Dick: "Sh!"

Tim: "Leave him be, D. He's emotional."

Damian: "Over what?"

Dick, staring at the two quiet figures in front of them: "Would you believe that? Jason and Bruce existing in the same space and not throwing a tantrum, but actually behaving like two adults? They're even working together at the same desk. Unbelievable."

Damian: "Wait, has father just ruffled Todd's hair?"

Dick: "And he didn’t even punched him back! I'm so proud of how far they both have come. *sniff* Now we could all be one happy family."

Damiam: *looking absolutely bewildered, gazing up at Tim who just shrugs*

Tim: "Give them 15 minutes."

Damian: "12."

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Jason: "Bruce. Bruce WHERE IS MY PEN?"

Bruce: "Y-your pen, Jason?"

Jason: "Oh my god. You don't even remember it. My pen, Bruce. My personalized red and golden Montblanc you gifted me for my 14th birthday. I left it here, where is it? You threw it away, didn't you? LIKE YOU DID WITH ANY REGARD YOU EVER HAD FOR ME AND MY FEELINGS? DID YOU FORGET I WAS YOUR SON TOO? WHY IS IT SO HARD FOR YOU TO LOVE ME?"

Dick: "Damn! We got so close."

Tim: "And that'd be 10 minutes and 35 seconds."

Damian: "-TT- Pay up, Drake."

[ink-the-artist]

Video game I saw in a dream. It was in this low poly style like an older video game. You play as this character I think was meant to be a lamb, or maybe a weird mix of a lamb a mouse and a rabbit, (while not really looking like any of those things) and you’re running away from a wolf. Your objective is to last as long as possible before the wolf catches and eats you.

The house you’re running in is endless and bizarrely put together like most building interiors in dreams are (like the infinite toilet dream dimension on Reddit lol) the layout of the house is pretty detailed, you can stop and hide in places like closets or bins while the wolf looks for you, you can go up and down stairs and into rooms etc.

You never actually know where the wolf is or how close it is to you until it appears in your line of sight, it makes no noise and the game gives you no way of knowing where it is, and it’s pretty unpredictable it doesnt move at a consistent pace. When the wolf catches you there’s an animation showing it eating your character

[egophiliac]

I'm still processing 7-13, in the meantime have this super quick thing! of all the things that happened that I didn't expect, one of 'em certainly was a not insignificant subplot revolving around Silver unintentionally committing international mail fraud.

[mamawasatesttube]

BTW... PSA.... even if we arent mutuals if youre in my notes regularly theres a Very high chance i am still fond of you. yes im vaguing someones tags on the compliment the person u rbed this from post. but like. positive vaguing? THE POINT IS im weird abt following ppl but IM STILL SENDING U FOND VIBES...