#same with nutrigrain bars

[kawaiijohn]

This sort of thing is also really infuriating when you work in a kitchen or make bulk food for serving- in my field, everything is done by weight and calculated to the calorie (public school cafeteria) and all recipes need to be approved by a board before we can make them. They're standardized, by fucking law.

So we should know how many boxes of product it should take to make x amount of servings, right?

Tell me why for the last two years, every time we make mashed potatoes with the supposedly same dehydrated mix, we need more and more mix to reach our numbers? Supposedly, one carton should make 77 servings- it's made 77 servings for the last five years.

So why are we suddenly only getting 70 out of the box on average now? We're making it the exact same way every time. We make this recipe every other week. Why is it noticeably different.

We have to weigh everything to get accurate serving counts for governmental records and reimbursement from the government.

Why are the bags of frozen berries that say five pounds on every packags only weighing out to 4.3 pounds at best? We aren't draining them, they should weigh at least 4.9 because that's normal in the margin of error and the bags weigh nowhere near the difference to make it up. Now we won't have enough to make our target serving count bc we only ordered enough for about fifty extra servings like we always do.

Why is the chicken nugget brand we've been buying for years from the same brand suddenly way fucking smaller? The serving we use is 6 pieces bc legally we have to offer two grams of protein for a menued meal at the highschool level- so has our serving size changed without them telling us? The box doesn't say it's changed but we notice this sort of thing because we do the same menu every couple of weeks.

It's infuriating to have to make up the work because companies are trying to be fucking sneaky about this shit.

companies are delusional if they think consumers don't notice shrinkflation. less food in the package, less medicine in the jar, less whatever in the wherever, it doesn't matter where and it's almost always noticeable. like i just finished one box of medicine and we opened another allegedly identical one that we just bought and lo and behold, the four middle medicine segments were gone from the package. they took out four pills from the same sized box and sold it at the same price without any indication on the box other than the small number in the corner. ridiculous

[post-nut-accountability]

April 4, 2025 - 6:18PM CST

Home from work. Officially the weekend…

I have myriad things to get done… but as it is nasty and rainy and my brain is mush… *grabs hitachi*

So I am meeting up irl with fat boi from an app on Wednesday after work. I am looking forward to it. He is very cute and I have 6 months of pent up horny to work out.

To my knowledge, he is not a feedist. But he has been asking me about my favorite foods. And yesterday he asked me if I liked nutrigrain bars because he had an unopened box he didn’t want.. So I am getting some free snacks. I did mention in my app profile that I have a feedism kink, so maybe that is why? I suppose it doesn’t matter… I will accept the noms…

Now before anyone asks, I intend to bring condoms. He is a rando hookup, married, not shooting blanks.

To my knowledge, he doesn’t follow my tumblr, so he doesn’t know what he can get away with. Of course, the same rules will apply. He just doesn’t know it.

Though my Fetlife does have a lot of breeding kink. And there’s a lot of cross posted material between Fetlife and the app.. but the app doesn’t mention anything about breeding kink. So I am sure it is safe.

[truly-quirkless]

Twenty Day Challenge - Day Seven

Oh, we're just gonna talk about eating habits. This's...this's gonna be a mess.

As mentioned in the past- soft bars. So. Many. Soft bars. This man's desk, his office, his home- everything is overflowing with soft bars from every brand he could get his hands on.

His favorite is Nutrigrain but it's more difficult to eat those so he's on the fence with them. Saves them for special occasions.

When he cooks for himself, it's always (or almost always) some type of soup. Very rarely, it'll be a soft food.

Absolute Smoothie King™ fan. Has a membership and everything- drops by just about every other day for a drink, and it lasts him four to six hours (it's a thirty-two ounce every time- takes small sips every few minutes).

His favorite soup is probably a lightly spicy egg drop soup.

He almost never invites others to eat with him simply because he either: takes super long to finish the same serving size, or has a very small (think 'child's size' if not smaller) serving size.

It's actually very rare for restaurants in Japan to let people take food home,- too many worries about improper storage and the like- so Yagi almost always gets a small serving when he has to eat with others.

When he could eat whatever, he wasn't a picky eater- he'd spent enough time on his own to just accept any food he could get his hands on.

It internally hurts him to admit he can't have anywhere near as much food, anymore.

Has to be so careful what he eats/how much he eats or else he will be in agony until it finishes passing through his system.

Has a soda every once in a great while, even though it hurts a bit. He just-- misses the feel/taste...of the soda, not the pain.

The fucking pickiest eater- they're a very texture-sensitive person.

To them, all fruit tastes 'like biting into a mass of cobwebs' so they're also a big fan of Smoothie King- smoothies erase the cursed 'cobweb' texture.

There are some foods where the texture-reaction is so severe Fin refuses to eat it no matter what (example: apples- the texture of those make Fin insanely nauseas every time).

They're not in America, so there's not really a lot of 'kid's menus' (hardly any restaurants have them, most of those are in Tokyo where foreigners majorly visit).- But they eat a bit under a kid's serving per meal, usually.

They feel awkward not tipping, but it's seen as rude in Japan, so...they don't.

Favorite meal is a grilled cheese with fries and chocolate milk. It's a bit of a comfort meal from their childhood- and very painful to come by, since dairy products are more expensive there.

Doesn't invite others to eat out with them often because they get nervous/afraid of being told 'no'.

Downs Red Bull like it's water.

Their favorite soup is tonkotsu ramen with half an avocado.

Mostly makes microwaveable/oven-ready meals because they burn nearly everything they try to cook (including their favorite meal).

The few exceptions to this are: tuna melts, boiled eggs, and cheese quesadillas.

Gets easily distracted.

"I remember how long these went in for," annnnd forgets. Two seconds later.

As for both of them...

Mostly have soup together, in the winter/when the two have a lot of time or want to do an all-night marathon, they'll make a yosenabe- or a freestyle hot pot.

Fin carries a few extra soft bars on hand just in case Yagi drops by/forgets his own snacks.

Yagi (every now and again) will cook some dish with extra cheese because he knows if it has cheese, Fin's highly likely to love it.

Fin gets lessons from Yagi every now and again for certain meals/how to keep them from burning.

Has to keep an eye on Fin or else they'll forget they were cooking anything.

Probably the silliest meal he ever got was going to Fin's apartment to see a black sludge in a pot, and Fin handing him a cup of instant ramen with the quietest '...sorry'. He helped them clean up the mess while he ate his ramen.

The two love showing each other strange eateries??? Like- anything weird. Yes, that includes the toilet-restaurant. Went in...once. Fin got incredibly nauseas (they couldn't stop picturing the actual thing clear in their head), they never went again- but the two do laugh about the experience every now and again.

They dropped by KFC about two weeks after Christmas, for the pure sake of it.

When Yagi found out Fin loved mac n' cheese?..he made them a pot of it. Fin has begged him multiple times to teach them the recipe-- but each time, they somehow destroy it.

[sappymix1]

hiiii I agree nutrigrain bars are NOT the same and I hope you find some sweet ripe and in season strawberries soon 🫶

ITS JUST NKT THE SAME oh i hope you get some good strawberries too that’s so sweet :)

[legacyshenanigans]

I’m not going anon. What’s your favourite food combination when your high af 😂

OK, so this is VERY specific and I won't apologise or explain why, its disgusting lmao.

Chocolate nutrigrain bars AND Walkers cheese and Onion crisps..

In my mouth, at the same time. 🤣🤣

[kimo-the-bloop]

random ass outsiders hcs (slight spoilers?)

because it’s pride month and this friend group is the most bisexual EVER fr

anyways, this begins with pride hcs and fades into random shit 😭

this takes place in modern times, basically everything’s the same but like there are modern things if that makes any sense

btw i heavily project onto johnny so uhhh im not sorry hes literally me

/SPOILER/ ALSO !!!! johnny and dally aren’t dead in this bc i can’t bring myself to accept their death it makes me too sad, they lived in this bro !!! and probably in every outsiders post i ever make lmao.

Dally : He/him, cisgender, bi

Darry : He/him, cisgender, bi 

Two-bit : he/they, cisgender, pan

Soda : He/they, cisgender, bi

Steve : He/him, cisgender, GAY 🤯

Johnny : He/it, transgender, omni

Pony : He/they, transgender, bi

Dally : The reason he doesn’t like kids is because they remind him of when he was a kid (and he hates remembering his younger self because he was weaker and more vulnerable), 

Darry : He comes off as rude to Pony only because he wants him to have a better life than he’s ended up with (ik this is canon shut up i dont know what to say abt him !!!), 

Two-bit : Kinda like the fun therapist friend that doesn’t get any therapy back, has a horrifyingly accurate Chills impression (yk ‘number 15′), adhd and autism, 

Soda : He and Steve probably ate rocks when they were younger (Soda still does sometimes /hj), he’d watch coryxkenshin and throw a nutrigrain bar at the screen every time and start cheering, Sodasteve real, 

Steve : He and Soda probably ate rocks when they were younger, would watch danny gonzalez or however its spelled, Sodasteve real, autistic, 

Johnny : Johnnyboy real (i just LIKE it okay), he’d bleach one little tuft of his hair and keave the rest bc he thought it looked nice, HE’S AUTISTIC AND ADHD GUYS !!!!, he thinks oversized clothes are fun and probably rips them up sometimes, 

Pony : Johnnyboy real (i just LIKE it okay), he probably had his hair dyed back brown after the events of the book (get it man it looked better brown !!)(besides in that one scene), adhd ong, 

i’ll probably make more later but for now take this *throws this at u*

[rockbandsrockfans]

The Story of My MCR Concert

First of all, I was SO HYPE FOR THIS SHOW, obviously. Years of delays, and then Gerard’s costumes started to hit the Internet, and it just so happened that my anxiety was under control for the first time in a long time. This was going to be LIFE-CHANGING.

Interestingly, the tickets were actually a birthday present from me to my sister, who was the first one of us to discover MCR, but she doesn’t get into bands like I do (meaning she doesn’t learn EVERY SONG and learn the whole background and lore of the band), so I think the songs she knew consisted of like Cancer, Black Parade, and I’m Not Okay. No shade at all, we just like things in different ways!

But here’s some shade, my sister is always late. So she took forever getting ready AS ALWAYS, and while she did that, I started to scheme. I happened to have a… specially infused beverage hidden away in the fridge, and I remembered a mini disposable plastic water bottle rolling around on the floor of my car. I snuck outside, got the water bottle, snuck back in, washed it, and transferred enough beverage into the bottle to deliver what I estimated to be about 15 mg of Substance. I marked that on the bottle, then added the same amount again. Two equal doses.

I was driving and generally in charge of making sure the night went well, which I’m tempted to say was a mistake but really, it wasn’t. You’ll see. I finally dragged my sister’s ass to my car, made sure we had our vaccine cards and everything else we could possibly need in my transparent plastic bag, and hit the road.

And hit the traffic. Yeah, as it turns out, the Tacoma Dome area gets kind of busy when fucking My Chemical Romance is playing. In my defense, I’d only ever been to the Dome as a younger teenager, and my mom took care of everything and did the driving that time. Luckily, neither my sister or I had any need to see the opening bands, and thank god honestly because that would’ve stressed me the hell out.

Against my sister’s advice to drive more into the city sector to find somewhere to park on the street, I turned into the longest goddamn line of cars to get into a Dome parking lot. I told my sister hey, I brought us some beverage if you’d like to take yours now so it can start working. It’s 15 mg. We’ll be here for a while. She drank her half of the beverage and we continued chatting, complaining about the line, and listening to MCR.

The line moved up. Sloooooowly. I figured we were close enough that it was a good time to drink my half of the special beverage.

And then my sister started saying she was feeling it, and it had *only* been half an hour. I gave her a Nutrigrain bar. And I thought oh SHIT. I am driving the car. I estimated an hour for this substance to kick in. If it’s kicking in that fast, it will hit me while I am driving the car. And that is not safe.

So long story short, my sister is a lightweight.

Luckily, I remained sober while driving the car. It was JUST starting to hit as I was finally parking, and I thought the drama was over.

WRONG. The lady at the door (after ANOTHER line) wouldn’t take the tickets I had downloaded into my Apple Wallet, she needed the Ticketmaster barcode. What the fuck??? It didn’t say that anywhere! She forced us out of line with the other poor saps having this issue. And my phone wouldn’t load the Ticketmaster website! Thank fuck, my sister’s phone loaded it after a very tense few minutes and I was able to put in my account details to get to the barcode. We were in!

We were in, but my sister was starting to freak out, because again, apparently a lightweight. It’s worth mentioning that she started doing Substance WAY before I did and is overall much cooler than me. But it was very loud and the sensory shit was getting to her, and we’d been walking in circles around the Tacoma Dome’s interior looking for our seats. It’s hard as hell to find your section in there! She also wanted earplugs because I had my special chambered ones, but she’d forgotten to bring any. There was a help desk that gave her some for free, though, so that was one problem solved. But she was in sensory overload and overall way too high, and we really needed to find our seats.

We had shit seats. That was always the plan; they were cheap. But they were also way up in the air, so we climbed stairs and stairs and stairs and finally sat down after scooching past a bunch of people already sitting. I got a quick moment of rest and then had to start solving the problem of my tripping balls (exaggeration, not even accurate) sister. I decided she needed a pretzel and a water, and fast, so off I went, back past the people, down the stairs, and to a food vendor (no line this time!). Two pretzels with nacho cheese, one bag of kettle corn, two bottles of water, exorbitant prices, but I was just happy to be there. The substance didn’t hit me nearly as hard as my sis, for whatever reason, and I was feeling pretty awesome, if a little hungry.

Back up to our seats and my sister devoured her pretzel, which helped a lot with chilling her out. From there, everything was basically perfect! The show was obviously amazing, and I screamed myself hoarse. We were totally exhausted but so happy afterwards.

[sensitiveandhungry]

get to know me game !!

tagged by @bbujiikseu <3

birthday: april 10th

favorite color: purples and bright/dark yellows and lots of greens and blues

do you have any pets? i don't have any of my own but i have my family dog Buster <3

how tall are you?: 170 cm (5'7) :,) unfortunately

how many pairs of shoes do you own?: 15 but i definitely wear five the most

favorite song: every few days it changes, right now its "Let You Break My Heart Again" by Laufey and the Philharmonia Orchestra

favorite movie: also changes from moment to moment but I can confidently say that overall I will never get tired of Thor: Ragnarok

who would be your ideal partner?: wow, so many things. to be simple and succinct he needs to be respectful and patient, asks for consent, is honest and truthful, and loyal. And, of course loves me for me. can also deal with my antics, insecurities, etc

do you want children?: honestly, i'm not sure. i do but also the idea of being in charge of another human being and responsible for how it turns out is terrifying to me. also no thank you to child birth. since i was in middle school i have wanted to adopt, and would ideally like to adopt teenagers so i can help them and give them the resources they need in the last few years before they become adults. i want to be able to put more functioning adults out in the world, even if its only one or two.

have you gotten in trouble with the law?: no sir no ma'am

what color socks are you wearing?: no socks right now but earlier today i was wearing grey socks with lavender borders and cartoon cows on it. cows are my favorite animal. they are my favorite socks.

favorite type of music: girl i love so much music, number one is just pop. overall, all sub-genres. k-pop of course, duh, hello. lately r&b is just SO GOOD? so yeah that too. and i really life soft pop/rock/bedroom type beats.

how many pillows do you sleep with?: four pillows, a quilt and two blankets, two stuffies. anything less its just not heavy enough i need a nest

what position do you sleep in?: all of the above? primarily a stomach sleeper but i can fall asleep on my side or back too. but i always wake up on my stomach

what don’t you like when you’re sleeping?: being cold. it is the absolute worst. i also hate sleeping with like no weight on me. def can't do just a sheet and can hardly do just a comforter/duvet. <<this is kana's response but literally me too. we are the same.

what do you have for breakfast?: it depends on the day and my schedule. with a few exceptions, M,W,F I eat nutella toast, T,Th I have chocolate protein milk with apple cinnamon nutrigrain bars. On the weekends I make homemade egg 'mcmuffins' with english muffins, over-easy eggs, american cheese, and occasionally bacon.

have you tried archery?: yes! it is so much fun although im not much good at it

favorite fruit?: hmmm pomegranates and maybe plums too <<< once again kana's response but as usual, we are, in fact, the same

are you a good liar?: it depends. partial truths? yes. blatant lies to people's faces? no jfsdhlgdks

What’s your personality type?: as a kid i was an enfp, for a short while i was an istp, and now i am an infp

innie or outtie? i have the deepest innie belly button you will ever see in your entire life jfkjf. genuinely like the size of a thimble

left handed or right handed?: right handed, always wanted to be ambidextrous

favorite food: carbohydrates. pasta, bread, rice, potatoes. :)

favorite foreign food?: just like kana i love phad thai. it is so good i just- *faints*

am i clean or messy?: i'm def unorganized, but i also hate messes but bc of my anxiety i never know where to start with cleaning until it piles up to the point where i'm so stressed i can't let it sit dkfjd <<kana's response, yet again. but me too, down to the last word.

most used phrase: lately i just call everything garbage. that is garbage. his behavior was garbage. i feel like garbage. also many different variations that include "oh, holy, thank, god, heavens, good lord above"

how long does it take for you to get ready?: i like having lots of time to get ready so i can be relaxed and happy while doing so. so like two hours? but if need be i can also get ready in less than five minutes. anything in between.

do you talk to yourself?: yes because how else would i stay sane, hm?? its mostly like humming, dancing, telling myself what i need to do and get done, or just narrating my every move. also if you don't act like you're filming a youtube video when getting ready in the morning, you are wrong

do you sing to yourself?: girl literally constantly. catch a time when i am not singing. if i am not singing i have a song in my head. currently it's "Moonlight" by Ariana Grande

are you a good singer?: actually yes. the one skill i can confidently say i have, is the ability to sing well. very well. incredibly well. fun fact, my only claim to fame is that i sang the star spangled banner as a solo for my high school graduation, attendance of over 5,000 people. and yes i did have to go through an audition process to do so.

biggest fear: never falling in love. synonymous with being alone/dying alone, but specifically never falling in love. never getting married. never having a boyfriend. that is just absolutely terrifying to me. worse than death

do you like long hair or short hair?: i like me with all the hairs. been wanting to shave my head for like five years and still haven't. everyone else can also do whatever makes them happy. it is your hair not mine

favorite school subject: choir :D this is unsurprising. also yoga. literally the best class EVER

extrovert or introvert?: i am a loud introvert. i love hanging out with people and making friends but my social battery dies quickly and i also have to be in a certain mood to want to interact with people. <<kana's response, but me too. extroverted introvert. also, i am shy. so approach me first and then i am an open book

what makes you nervous?: small, tight spaces, big crowds, loud music / sounds (like to the point where i can't hear myself speak or think), uhhh a lot of things lol <<kana and me are the same

who was your first real crush?: my older sisters tried to push the idea of crushes on me literally since i was five. so my first "crush" was a kid named Jace in my kindergarten class. but if we're talking actual genuine interest in someone for the first time? probably a kid named Gage in fourth grade.

how many piercings?: i have two lol. just on my ear lobes. <<me too, kana

how many tattoos?: zero! i have issues with permanence when it comes to my body, it took me until i was 14 to even pierce my ears. i have interest in the fake tattoos that last a couple months tho!

how fast can you run?: honestly pretty fast. but i would not win a race

what color is your hair?: a really pretty brown. currently growing out bad highlights from middle school i had to spend hundreds of dollars correcting, also a hint of purple from a tint i use

what color are your eyes?: a lovely brown that looks especially pretty in the sun !!

what makes you angry?: people who don't take no for an answer, people who think they're the coolest ever even when they're actually dicks, being blatantly ignored but not being told what i did wrong <<yeah me too, kana

do you like your name?: i am indifferent. i used to hate it as a kid and was bullied for the way it was spelled, told it didn't make sense to spell it Lindsay when you pronounce it Lindzee, but i do in fact have the original Scottish spelling of the name.

do you want a boy or a girl as a child?: i am entirely indifferent! whoever i can adopt i will. also however they may want to identify later in life.

what are your strengths?: girl i dont know what to say. i can sing. i try my very hardest at most things. i am strong and brave. i have a gift for empathy, to a fault. i care and love almost too much.

what are your weaknesses?: same as my strengths, empathy, caring, and love are also my weaknesses. i am also wayyy too sensitive, i overthink, and take everything personally.

what’s the color of your bedspread?: sky blue with white roses

color of your room: white :( not allowed to paint it

[bakugotsundere]

Hating Him - Bakugou Katsuki (1)

bakugo x (black) fem reader

( still can read if you’re not)

sorry if it bothers you, i just felt that my black readers weren’t feeling black as they were reading y/n stories cause i for sure wasn’t.

Warning: none

Summary: Bakugo and you have hated each other ever since you met, being on the same track team and having the same friend group didn’t make things any better. you 2 have to act like you like each other for the benefit of the friend group until one day you and him are forced to have movie night with the others and you both have had enough of each other’s shit.

in this chapter: you get invited to the movie night and bump into bakugo

The morning smell of outside filled your lungs as you stepped out your house. It was exactly 5:30 in the morning. The streets were not busy and there was barely any noise, just faint sounds of dogs barking and truck drivers in a distance. It was the perfect time to go for your daily run. The chilly air made you happy, it gave you more of a challenge. you zipped your nike training jacket up. It fit you tight, tugging at every curve of yours. The sky was a foggy blue, a few clouds started coming in, along with the sum.

You walked down the steps of your house, stretching your legs when you got to the sidewalk. You looked ahead and yawned as you walked onto the street. Your neighborhood was fairly nice to say the least. Everybody minded their business, especially since your house had been secluded. After your grandmother died, she left one of her houses she owned to you, making it easy for you since you dreaded the idea of having to share a dorm with someone, let alone having to get an apartment.

you placed your airpods in your ears and played Apparently by J.Cole. J.Cole had been your favorite rapper since you were 12 years old, you missed the days where your 12 year old self would dance around your room to his music, now you’re grown and responsibilities are becoming more than just making sure your chores were done. You stretched one last time before taking off.

...

Once you were done, sweat dripped from your face. your breathing was heavy and the cold water bottle in your hand had been long awaited. The sun was now out. The birds chirping got louder and the old lady from across the street was sitting in her chair with her small cat in her lap, you quenched your thirst, swallowing every last drop of water. “Good morning Y/n” She chirped. You wiped your mouth with your wrist smiling, turning towards her, “Goodmorning Ms. Rodriguez.” you reply as you waved.

You finally go back inside your house, feeling at ease. you take off your black vapor max at the door and go to your kitchen, grabbing a nutrigrain bar, you ate it before going upstairs to get ready for your classes. you took your curly hair out of its messy bun. the roots of your hair were finally breathing and it felt good. you scratched your scalp in satisfaction. you looked in the mirror, loving your features and your brown/caramel skin. you never felt the need to put yourself in the 3 categories because to you there was no need to, everybody in the community was black so why separate it into groups.

you placed the shea butter your mother made for you on your face. you took off your semi-sweaty clothes throwing them into your dirty clothes hamper and looked at yourself in the mirror. your body was perfect to most but you didn’t see what everyone saw. your thighs were too thick for your liking, especially since you did track. your breast were too big to you, they sometimes got in the way while working out. you had a 4 pack from the working out, everybody told you that you had an hour glass body but you hated it. if this what a hour glass body was, you hated it.

you took off your panties, replacing your old ones with Tommy Hilfiger ones. You grabbed a pair of black nike sweatpants that fit your thighs perfectly. You took off your bra, letting your breast breath and put on another sports bra, putting on a white t-shirt fresh out the pack. you ran chap stuck along your plump lips, they were more than plump actually if you like them so it didn’t matter. you picked out the roots of your hair leaving it’s on it’s curly state. you had dyed your hair a ginger color, which made you look like sza a little. your fro was like hers too, very big and curly.

You wrapped your apple watch around your wrist and put on some whit nike socks, along with your white air force ones. Your phone started dinging and it was the gc, you had been in with your friend group.

Mina :) > goodmorning whores. Time for class before you become drop outs.

Denki ⚡️> good morning Mina ;)

Midoriya🥬> Goodmorning everybody, i have a big test in Mr. Aizawa’s today so i have to get to studying, talk to you guys later.

Kirishima> Mornin. It’s beautiful out today, isn’t it and i’m not a whore mina.

You> yea, kirishima i’m pretty sure you got caught with cami in the janitors closet.

Iida> Mine was too, you guys need to stop texting and get to class.

You> sure, see you on the track field lida. this gc is getting deader by the day and it’s embarrassing to watch.

(seen by kirishima, Mina, and Bakugou)

lida> typing...

You shut off your phone with a smile, knowing that got him heated. You didn’t even care for his response. you loved messing with lida, it was funny, you sprayed a little vanilla perfume on your body and you were off to a place you dreaded.

...

You were now in the library studying with Mina. Mina was like your best friend, you told her everything and she told you everything. “Have you seen that picture of trey songz you know what?” she asked and your eyes went wide, in shock that she was talking about this in the library. “yes, but i can’t go crazy over it, he made the shit so corny. the whole post he made afterwards had me cringing at my phone so hard. i was like “boy what the fuck” he too old for that shit.” you told her and she giggled.

“I’m having a movie night with the rest of the group this saturday, you have to come. you never come to things with us anymore. Ever since bakugou started hanging out with us, you’ve been avoiding us. i’ve noticed some type of tension between you 2, i hope it isn’t sexual?” she stated and your stomach churned at the thought of that stuck up dummy.

“No, i just like staying to myself, that’s all. i think i’ll come Saturday as long as it’s not going to be a lot of people you know how busy i am with track and stuff.” you stated in reality you hated being around bakugo. especially since he always felt to make rude remarks towards you when everyone wasn’t around. He was normally mean to everyone, but you got it the worse since you had the shortest running time on the team. When track practice would come around you and him would argue with each other every second. you hated being yelled at or talked to badly and your mother sure didn’t raise a bitch so you talked to him just as reckless as he did to you and he hated every second of it since you were the first to ever test him. your personalities didn’t mix well at all.

“it’s only gonna be, denki, bakugo, kirishima, todoroki, asui, uruaka and deku but that’s if bakugo doesn’t mind.”

“yea, i’ll think about it.” you said softly.

...

you were now at practice and the death stares you received from bakugo made you just wanna slap the fuck out of him. His eyes followed you as you warmed up. You could see him start to come towards you and you sighed. His tall figure stood in front of you, blocking the sun, his body shaded you. “You draw too much attention.” He stated as the boys that were on the team stared at you. You were the only girl on the track team so you learned to get used to it. “I know, why are you telling me this?” you asked and he gritted his teeth, “All of those boys are practically eye raping you.” he states, taking in your appearance and you sighed, “I don’t know what to fucking say. these are the only sizes in shirts they have and if my curves happen to show then so be it. it’s not like the whole thing is out.”

Sweat dripped from the side of his head, he had on a white tank top and some nike shorts with some white vapor max. a towel hung over his broad shoulders. your eyes scanned his body, you never thought bakugo was ugly, he was perfect when it came to looks. He was very tall with a slim, muscular build, and a fair skin tone. He had short, spiky, ash-blond hair that looked soft. His eyes were a sharp and bright red in color that showed his hostility. his looks fit his personality though, very cocky.

“Why do you care?” You asked and his cheeks turned a bright pink and anger came upon him, this line made him mad, “I don’t.” he replied angrily. “Well then stop telling me things i already know. All you do is bother me.” you told and his lips curved into a smirk, “Your existence bothers me, imagine how I feel.”

You rolled your eyes, pushing past him aggressively. He can be so fucking annoying. Imaging having to be on the same team as someone you hate. It’s really irritating, especially when the person is somebody as arrogant as he is. He needs to be humbled.

...

You and Bakugou were the only 2 left after practice, your coach was mad at the both of you because of what happened last week with the sub coach. Bakugou had been bothering you that day and you snapped and then you two decided to have a race on your own which didn’t turn out so well since bakugou got mad that you won in the end.

So now you and him were being forced to do “after practice workouts” with each other. You were now lying on the ground of the track floor, exhausted. Bakugou was right next to you, your chest rose up and down, your breathing heavy and your legs worn out. You looked over at him, and he looked over at you. “This wouldn’t have happened if you just wouldn’t hate me so much and accept that i’m faster than you.” you stated and his red eyes stared at your light brown ones. “Can’t blame this all on me. You hate me as well and you don’t know when to shut up. You don’t have to respond to everything i say but you do.” He said and you placed your hands at your stomach, “I’m not about to let you walk all over me like you do everyone else. Your ego is too big and i’m doing nothing but lowering it.”

“Is that what you think?” he asked and you sighed softly looking him in his eyes trying to search for anything but anger but there was no other emotion but that, his pupils did dilate once he noticed how hard you were staring into his eyes though, “It’s not what i think, it’s what i know.” you said. “i don’t understand why you are always so angry all the time. I don’t even know how you have the friends that you have. obviously that means they see past it but i refuse to. i can’t. sorry but that’s just how i am.” you stated sitting up, he sat up with you staring at you, “i don’t understand how you have friends, you are very competitive and just avoid me then. We can always hate each other from a distance.” he stated and you smiled shaking your head as you stood up.

“Can’t do that when we have the same friends and are on the same team and i’m only competitive when it comes to track. So i’ll just hate you regardless and plus you always keep your enemies close. It doesn’t matter though, i’m still faster.” you added on that last part trying to make him mad and you could hear him start to yell as you walked off and a smile came upon your lips.

There’s no way you could ever be friends with him so why even bother trying. Something about him makes your blood boil.

[non-binharry]

asia what are ur top favorite things you’ve heard your students say?

omgg i honestly have way too many 😭😭

i had a coworker from ghana who used to do the girls hair after naptime, and i mean slicked baby hairs and all, and one day after getting her hair done this little white girl comes up to me and says "miss asia, look at my edges"

i used to line my kids up and give them soap so they could prewash their hands after outside time, and one day i had a kid who didn't have his hands ready when i got to him so i said "let me see your hands please" and mans with the dryest tone replied "i don't have any hands"

one of my kids has a severe dairy allergy and since he was a baby he has been trying it™ when it came to eating stuff he was allergic to, but he got better about it with age so when we started having nutrigrain bars as part of our snack, he knew and accepted that he wasn't supposed to have it but that didn't stop him from going "can i just smell it?"

recently i started calling a group of boys in my class "the bros" because that's what they call each other lmao and one of them told me i'm not allowed to be one of the bros and i was like... why not? and he just kept insisting that i wasn't and then i got onto one of his friends for making a bad choice and same kid was like "see that's why you can't be a bro" and i was like "bro i have to be a teacher first" and he was dead serious when he said "yeah well now you have to deal with the consequences of that" 😭😭

[burntmcnuggies]

Unexpected Encounter

Dabi x Quirkless! Reader

No warnings, just fluff. There is cursing! Please enjoy :D

“Damn heroes...” The black haired villain cursed to himself while barely managing to avoid being caught by police and obnoxious heroes. His turquoise eyes scanned the area around him quickly until he spotted a slightly open window. He clicked his tongue sharply in annoyance. ‘Looks like this is my only choice.’ He hid behind the bushes and slowly pushed the window up more and more while police searched the area. He hopped quietly into the house and closed the window with a click. ‘No one should be up at this hour... it’s almost three in the morning. There’s no way-‘ A creak of wood alarmed him, and he jerked around raising his hand to defend himself. A young woman stood there with a tired look on her face. “Huh...? Santa? But it’s not Christmas yet. Go back to the North Pole.” The woman mumbled before going into the kitchen.

“....What the fuck?” The villain whispered to himself watching the young woman walk to her kitchen and begin filling a small yeti cup with ice and water. Her hair was messy and she was only wearing an oversized shirt and some cute little black and white striped panties. The villains turquoise eyes shimmered in the dim lighting, watching her every move ready to turn her to ash if she noticed. She turned and finally noticed him, cocking her head to the side in confusion. “Oh? Wow what pretty eyes...” She smiled tiredly and walked closer towards him. Dabi readied his hand, and was about to fire at her, before she suddenly plopped onto the couch and turned the TV on. He was utterly confused on what was happening. “I assume you aren’t a very nice guy seeming as though you broke into my house. Help yourself to some snacks and drinks, just not my money. You would’ve killed me right away if you really were that bad.”

This irked him.

“You think I ain’t a bad guy?” Dabi stalked behind her and rose his hands beside her face, activating his powerful quirk. The heat was scorching, he wouldn’t be surprised if she got a burn. She absentminded grabbed his wrists and pushed them away from her face a little and sighed in bliss. “Mmm... now it’s nice and warm and not too hot.” He was at a loss for words. He was secretly hoping he wouldn’t have to kill her since it’d be more trouble on him, but this woman was beginning to get on his nerves. “You really are something you know that?” He stated in annoyance, walking around the couch and plopping beside the stranger, giving up. She looked up at him confused. “That’s it? You’re not gonna degrade me, insult me, hurt me, rape me, kill me?”

Dabi scoffed. “I ain’t that kinda villain ya little Slob. And I’m tired of you not takin’ me seriously. I gotta hide from the cops for a while. And your little invitation to help myself ain’t too bad.” The woman rolled her eyes and offered him a small plastic bag she left on the couch when she came home. Inside was candy, cracker packs, chips, fruits, muffins, nutrigrain bars, etc. Dabi gives her a skeptical look. “I don’t buy this one bit. No one would voluntarily let a villain into their home. Let alone give them snacks. I bet you’re just tryna be all goody goody with me while you wait for the heroes to come and take me away.” He brought his hand close to her face and flickers of blue flame began to rise from his scarred skin and to his finger tips, across his calloused palms, and up his arm to the heavy cuffs that laid there. His staples clicked as he pulled his lips back in a sadistic grin. “Sorry doll face, but that trick ain’t gonna work on me.”

“I didn’t call the heroes, or the police, or anyone for that matter.” The villain’s threatening presence faltered, and he furrowed his dark brows at her. She stared up at him, slightly adjusting herself to become more comfortable on the couch and not so close to the dangerous villain. “I agree with your beliefs. You’re part of the league of villains right? All of you believing in the hero killers ideology... I can’t say he was wrong. I believe in his ideology as well.” Dabi’s eyes narrowed, finding it hard to believe some random citizen he’d just met supported Stain’s beliefs. Her (E/C) eyes cast downwards, staring at the small snack in her hands she had pulled randomly from the bag. “My parents were anti-hero. Probably because we were all quirkless... they only mentioned the hero killer a couple times... but they both praised his beliefs, and showed me examples of false heroes and what they’ve done.”

‘Quirkless huh? Never met anyone without a quirk before. It really would be too boring to kill her.’ Dabi thought to himself while he listened. The woman smiled and continued. “I agree with him, just... not the whole killing people. But I agree we have false heroes in our society. Only a handful are actually real. I wish... we could go back to being quirkless. To live in a normal society where quirks didn’t exist, and you weren’t judged based on the type of quirk you had.” The villain finds himself intently stared at the woman before him. His behind firmly placed on the cushions of the couch, his head turned directly towards her, giving her his full undivided attention —which is rare. “Threats wouldn’t be so catastrophic... everyone would be... closer to being equal. This society just... relies too much on quirks, that a lot of people have forgotten that we’re all the same.”

A painful memory of his childhood flashed before Dabi’s eyes, and his brain was kicked into overdrive thinking about all of the stuff she said. A world without quirks? Maybe his life could’ve been different. Maybe his body wouldn’t be littered in heavy scarring and surgical staples. Maybe, just maybe, he could’ve been normal. “...what’s your name? Gotta know what to put on your tombstone.” His bangs cast over his turquoise eyes, and by the way his voice came out in just barely a whisper, she could tell he was deep in thought and considering everything she’d said. She smirked softly, clearly dismissing his empty threat and politely giving him her name. “(Y/N). (Y/N) (L/N). A quirkless girl with no dreams. And yours?”

“I go by Dabi.” The woman now known as (Y/N) smiled softly to the villain. Their eyes locked for a mere moment, but that moment felt like hours to the presumed heartless villain. He stared intently, unable to break his gaze away for an unknown reason he himself didn’t even know. Something about this woman intrigued him. “It looks like the cops are gone.” Her gentle voice broke him out of his staring, and he scoffed a little. She laughed and got up from her place on the couch and went into the kitchen. “Let me get you some stuff for the road!” The villain stood as well, immediately being on edge from the strangers absence. She still hadn’t gained his full trust, and they had only just met. She could be double crossing him. “You’re a strange and stupid moron. Ya know that doll face?”

“Not strange, just unique, and realistic.” She fired back from the kitchen, the sound of a plastic bag rustling echoing in the almost silent house as she prepared his to-go pack. Soon she emerged with the bag and handed it to him. “Here. There’s some nutrigrain bars, ramen packs, candy, water, some bandaids, and Aloe Vera. It may help out with the scars and make them smoother.” The villain peeked inside the bag and observed the items, narrowing his turquoise eyes in suspicion. He looked back up at her innocent smile, and furrowed his dark ebony brows. “Not just anybody would be nice to a villain like me for no reason. Whats your motive?”

“The reasoning is hidden somewhere in the bag! It’s not a grenade or anything! Do I look like I’d own something like that?” She laughed a little and pointed to herself in her favorite animal pajamas. He huffed and turned on his heel, propping a foot on the window seal that led to the awaiting touch of darkness to engulf him. “Thanks doll face. Don’t get yourself killed, and tell no one about this.” With that said he disappeared into the shadows. He took a couple back alleys and was about 2 or 3 blocks away from (Y/N)’s house before he stopped to look at what she had put in his bag. “What the hell...” He mumbled to himself pulling out a blue post it note. A smirk spread across his face and he shoved the post it note into his pocket, securing it where he wouldn’t lose it, in case he took her up on her offer.

‘Come again anytime Dabi. I want to hear more about your beliefs and the villain stuff! Stay safe!’

~(Y/N)

(Part two??)

[sappymix1]

I took am a girl who will kms if the strawberries are bad 🍓 I understand

ITS SO TRAGIC like i’ve been thinking about strawberries for the better part of the last week 😭😭 oh well i’m having a strawberry nutrigrain bar it’s not the same but :((

[cherrywoes]

ni. (acanthus.)

KAKASHI BRAIDED HER HAIR for her when it became evident she couldn’t do it by herself. Despite the extensive wrap job he had done on her arm, soaked in antibacterial gel and burn spray, he had been too late to catch the damage to her nerves. What little medical ninjutsu he did know had salvaged the damaged muscle underneath and prevented boils, but the upper layers of her skin had been utterly ruined. She had range of motion, but it came with pain, and flexing of sensitive muscles that weren’t quite ready to be moving yet. So, he braided her hair—it was not as neat as if she had done it herself, was messy with inexperience, but it kept the longer lengths out of her face and, for the most part, she looked like Sakura again.

She didn’t ask him where he had learned to braid. She also didn’t ask him about the scroll he tucked into the bag he had packed for her—filled with spare clothes, necessities, anything she could wish for as a girl going into virtual exile—that looked suspiciously like a summoning scroll, the wooden end ornate and the Hatake clan symbol carved into it. It looked nothing like the summoning scroll he used for his dogs, but she kept her inquiries to herself and focused on the mission statement she held in her burn free hand.

“Amegakure and Kumogakure.” Sakura traced the names written in red with a single finger. He paused from where he was tucking pre-made seal papers and explosive tags into a side pocket, turning his head back towards her incrementally to indicate she had his attention. “The last I heard we were on neutral terms with both villages. What happened?”

Kakashi hummed as he unzipped the secondary larger section of her pack and tossed a handful of nutrigrain bars inside, along with five bottles of water and a flask that she assumed was also filled with water. She watched him sneak a tin of jasmine pearls in there as well. “No one knows. One day, out of the blue, they declared they had an alliance and set their sights on Suna, Iwa, and Konoha. Tsunade didn’t think they had enough shinobi to do it—it turns out they did, and in vast droves too. They’d been planning it for a while, I think.”

“But Konoha hasn’t declared war with them; why not?” Sakura rolled the mission statement back up against her thigh, using her hand to tie the tiny string together messily. “We’re allies with Suna and Iwa, we should be helping them.”

Sakura forgot, momentarily, that she had no say in matters like war, or even Konoha at all, and chided herself mentally for forgetting such an important fact. She was as good as dead to Konoha, and she knew they hoped she would die on the battlefield in the end.

She, secretly, hoped she did too.

“We are. Discreetly.” Kakashi zipped up the pack and hefted it experimentally. Deeming it light enough for her to carry, he set it beside the door frame and took a seat beside her on his raggedy couch. It was green, littered with claw marks and obscure stains that looked like blood, and had Gai’s taste written all over it. “It would be illegal for normal Konoha nin to do what the War Ops do in wartime. There are rules, sanctions that prevent unjust actions between nations. The War Ops are similar to ROOT, but far worse, in my opinion. I was never part of it, but Genma was, at some point. They forsake the village in the name of the village, sabotage what they can, kill who they can, and when the war is done, whoever’s left alive will return and reinstate their Konoha citizenship, wiped clean of their crimes during the war.” He paused, then, his only visible eye filled with guilt and sadness. “But you won’t be able to come back when it’s all said and done. Are you sure you want to do this?”

“I have no other choice, do I?” Sakura shrugged lamely, ignoring the pull of her skin beneath the bandages. “It’s alright, Kakashi. I deserve it for everything I’ve done. If they consider my crimes paid for dying on the battlefield, then that’s fine. I don’t see any reason to try and escape it.”

He was quiet for a moment, looking away from her and through his living room window, just barely lit with the first rays of dawn. She had maybe an hour before she had to report to the rear gates towards Amegakure. “Konoha will miss you. They might not realize it, but when they need you most, they will remember what you did for them.”

“Other than killing their friends and family?” She raised an eyebrow and laughed, but it was a pathetic imitation of one. “Maybe. But it’ll be too late by then.”

“Maybe.”

Sakura reported to the gates when Kakashi couldn’t put it off any longer. She carried her pack on one shoulder, wearing the uniform that had been delivered to his front door in the dead of night while they had slept. There were no identifying crests on the dark flak jacket, no familiar stitching in the hems or seams, and the fabric was foreign, exported from the hidden island nation of Hanagakure. While it was comfortable and stretchy, the long sleeves pulled and dragged on her bandages, irritating the previously calm skin. The rest looked like standard ANBU attire, save for the mask they had given her when she arrived at the gate. It was black and white, opposite of the red and white that ANBU typically wore, and depicted the face of a crow upon it: a silent jab that crows brought death, just as Sakura brought death to her teammates.

She may have found it funny had it been happening to someone else.

“Be safe,” Kakashi said as two War Ops members moved to flank her cautiously. There was no need for farewells; they had already said them the previous night. The dew on the trees evaporated as the sun rose higher in the sky, as the village woke and got ready for a new day. “And take care, Sakura.”

“Thank you, Kakashi-sensei. For everything.” And then she was snapping on the mask with one hand, pinning her braid to the back of her head, and was gone, vanishing into the trees with the two War Ops members as if she had never been there at all.

“Wait!” Ino Yamanaka’s shrill yell broke through the admittedly peaceful silence the morning had brought. Birds startled at the sound and took to the sky. She looked worse for wear, her once neat hair bedraggled and frizzy, dark circles lining her eyes. Behind her, following at a slightly more hasty pace than he was used to, was Sai, his pale face pulled into an expression of aggrievement—Kakashi had never seen such emotion displayed so openly before, at least from the former ROOT member. “Shit! Kakashi, did I miss her?”

“Yo.” He gave them a two fingered salute and nodded his head towards the trees. “If you had been a few seconds earlier, you would have caught her.”

“Damnit.” Ino sunk to her knees on the ground, dirtying her skirt and tears beginning to stream from her eyes. Sai, though he was not crying, knelt beside her and rested a hand on her back, rubbing awkward circles on her back in an attempt to soothe her. “I wanted to apologize to her—I didn’t think—”

“Ugly doesn’t blame you, Beautiful,” Sai said in that same blank tone. “You’re her best friend.”

“What kind of best friend am I?!” Ino wailed, a dark red flush crawling up her neck, a product of rage, anguish, and sadness. “I’m the one who practically had her sentenced to death! I’m the one who reported her! If I had just kept my big fat mouth shut, maybe—!”

“Ino,” Kakashi sighed, kneeling down to her height and grasping her shoulders. Sai paused, giving him a knowing look, and stood, taking a few steps back to deter the growing crowd of civilians flocking to the gate. “Sakura would have been caught eventually. It’s alright. She doesn’t blame you. This way, she knew what was coming; she believes she deserves it, so she doesn’t hate you for it. She hates herself.”

Ino hiccuped, her tears growing steadier and faster. “Then why do I feel like I just killed my best friend, Kakashi?”

He closed his eyes and tamped down the flare of anger in his chest. “Because you probably did.”

Sakura heard Ino’s cries from half a mile away. The War Ops were determined and moved fast, neither speaking a word to her as they leapt from tree branch to tree branch, infusing chakra into their steps to move a little bit faster, to push her a little more harder. She was able to keep up with them but only barely, her heart tugging her back to comfort Ino, to see the village one last time. She had to stop herself several times from looking back for a brief second, just to see if she could make out a head of pale blonde hair, and focused on the rapidly moving backs of her escorts, their nondescript brown and black hair the only hints of color on them.

While they were fast, they were also silent, but Sakura could taste the animosity crawling all over them anyways. They had likely been briefed on her status, and there was always a chance she would be fighting with a relative of someone she had killed, be it Yamanaka, Hyuuga, Akimichi, or a civilian. She would not only be watching her back for their enemies, she would have to watch out for her allies, too; there would be no friendships made here, she thought grimly, and adjusted the straps of her pack. Kakashi had been smart to add a lightening jutsu to it so it wouldn’t hinder her progress, but it would be a nuisance if she had to fight with it on.

Though, if her latest fights had been anything to go by, she was more likely to obliterate organs and brains with a single rush of chakra than breaking bones with blunt, chakra enhanced fists. She would have to test it when they arrived at camp—some miles away near the borders of Ame—or if they chanced upon a group of rogue ninja along the way. And her seal needed to be examined, too, but she didn’t trust any one of the War Ops members as far as she could throw them. Her own abilities would have to be enough.

“Caravan, three o’clock. Possibly rogue ninja.” The first ninja, a woman, held her arm out in an order to pause. Sakura landed lightly on the tree branch behind her, eyes darting over the horse mask she wore and then into the underbrush, where she could just barely make out the wheels of a carriage and several men dressed in what appeared to be Amegakure gear. “No. Amegakure forces… Six chuunin and four jounin. Orders, Crane?”

The second ninja hummed in thought. Sakura would recognize the sound of Neji Hyuuga’s voice anywhere, her gaze hyper focused—the long brown hair, slight build, the way he carried himself… She should have guessed. As far as she had been aware, Neji had been sealed by his clan and virtually disappeared from the public eye, but if this was what he had been doing for the past year or so, then she would have to be wary.

“Engage hostiles. Horse, crowd control. Crow… close combat. Fight to kill.”

Sakura scowled behind her mask. He was already putting her at risk of death. She shouldn’t have been surprised; the last time she had seen Neji, they hadn’t been on good terms. If this was how the rest of her life was going to be while they fought this war, she would rather throw him to the wolves and fend for herself.

Their orders received, the triad scattered to surround the caravan. The contents were obscure, but Sakura could make out the kanji for ‘explosive’ on a barrel tied to the top. They were nearly thirty or forty miles out from Konoha, so they were clearly intended for the village, perhaps to weaken the defenses or take out enough ninja to cause an issue.

The plan of attack was clear. Sakura would be forced to go in first; Neji would come in with Horse and keep them all limited to the small pathway and prevent them from vanishing into the forest. It was a smart plan… if only it had gone as she thought it would.

Sakura leapt down from her perch on a branch and slammed down on a man’s shoulders hard enough that the chakra in her feet sliced clean through the ball and socket joint and severed his arms from his torso. It hadn’t been intentional, but she sawed a kunai across his throat anyway, arterial spray flying into the air in an elegant arc. It was warm and wet as it poured down her face and absorbed into her clothes, but she couldn’t linger on just one. She shoved the body to the ground, the impact causing her knees to jolt unpleasantly, and darted for the nearest ninja in her line of sight.

He was large, burly, with cracked teeth and eyes full of red blood vessels. The vest he wore was more kevlar than a standard vest, so when Sakura tried to force her kunai through it, she was met with enough resistance that she had to change her plan. She swung her fist towards his face, intending to break his jaw and slam the delicate bones in his nose bridge up into his skull, but he caught the chakra laced hit with his bare hand, unaware of the horror crawling over Sakura’s face as her razor sharp chakra tore through skin and muscle and flesh and bone, all the way up to his elbow, bits of gore and shorn veins flying through the little crowd they made.

Horse and Neji never came to back her up.

When the man screamed, hand flying up to grab at his bicep, she lunged forward and ground her fist into his skull. She heard the crack of bone and the soft give of brain matter and then he was dead, slumping at her feet, blood pooling between the webbing of her toes and sinking into her brand new shoes.

She was on her own, she realized, and had been set up quite spectacularly. Horse and Neji’s chakra signatures were well on their way towards Amegakure and fading fast. This must have been the elders’ plan: set her up, get her killed, and no one would be the wiser if she died due to foul play.

Sakura slaughtered her way through the Ame nin with tears burning in her eyes and a knot in her throat that she couldn’t work through. She had thought she had been done with crying when she had left Konoha. She had thought she would be stone hard and cold when she left, unmoving, and stalwart in the face of her own death. Instead, she was as scared as the day she had faced off Orochimaru in the Forest of Death; as scared as the day Sasuke had knocked her unconscious and left her at the gates; as scared when she killed that poor girl when she was trying to heal her instead. Terrified, even, and fear fueled her anger, which fueled her determination to live.

She wanted to live. But did she even deserve it, anymore?

The last of the Amegakure ninja fell to her feet, his head rolling to a stop against a tree stump. A large lake of blood, demolished organs, and gore had grown the more she killed, and the mark on her forehead stung something fierce, as if someone had taken a hornet stinger to her skin and was painstakingly drawing out the circles and lotus flower like a cruel tattoo.

Sakura reached under her mask and brushed the tears away, blood streaking across her cheek and the corner of her eyes. There was nothing left to do now but move forward. She could let them believe she had died and flee to a far away country where no one would think to look for her; but a darker part of her, whispering in the back of her mind, told her to go to Amegakure, to show Neji and Horse that she was worth more than a few chunin and jounin, and when they weren’t looking, stab them in the back as they had her.

She closed her eyes and sighed. “An eye for an eye, right?”

With one last cursory glance to the ninja she had killed, she began heading towards Amegakure, following the invisible trail that Neji had left behind.

一 (ichi) | masterlist | 三 (san)

[opalwreck]

My autistic eating habits:

• Pizza has to have the right amount of cheese and tomato across the entire slice or its disgusting, places that do blobs of cheese in the middle of the slice, just... why

• The same thing for breakfast and lunch, but dinner can be whatever. I switch up breakfasts occasionally but lunch is always a sandwich

• Why are salad leaves a thing? If i wanted to eat leaves I would go outside and do it.

• All vegtables have to be firm and uncooked otherwise no, this goes with grapes too

• I used to love nutrigrain bars, boiled sweets, and strawberry milkshake but now I can’t stand them

• Mint sauce is good just straight from the jar

• You can never go wrong with a pub burger

• Spicy, Cold, Crunchy, and Fizzy, all of them are sensory goodness❤️

[a-pure-guts-race]

i finally had a good and fun run for what feels like the first time in a million years, 13 miles, 6.5 up the coast and 6.5 back. 8:35 average and a 7:34 last mile! lots of water and one pack of welch’s fruit snacks (my go to alongside nutrigrain bars for super long runs). a playlist with a lot of college favorites. tomorrow is my birthday :)

three years ago i did the same route but shorter, 10 miles, at 7:37 pace (the day before i tore my ACL playing soccer 🤪). absolutely bonkers to me how fast i used to crank out long runs on these pancake flat roads

i am drowning less in hopelessness and terror the longer i am up here. i may not go back to boston full time until i’m employed lmao. in that realm, i have an interview in two weeks, which is a good sign, but i also spent an hour on job boards today and did not find one (1) job even remotely related to my degree or experience so :) until the winds change i will just plug along and run a lot (or a little) and eat brocolli and hug tom and touch rocks and trees. and it will end, it will end, it will end.

for now i am grateful for tired legs and views of the ocean (and STUPIDLY HUGE MANSIONS on the coast)

[headstrongblake]

@aigonakru​ asked :  ❝ i’m not changing my mind. ❞ / bellamy | ask meme

   “we can clear a place quicker if we split up--- i can do this bell. let me do this.” it’s not the first ghost town they’ve encountered on their route to find anything. there’s rumors of a safe haven. a compound that’s sealed off from the walkers with survivors and military but so far, they’re just rumors. their medical supplies could use a little bit of a restock. something to eat other than nutrigrain energy bars would be killer but really, it’s just another town. another place to scope out and possibly find anything that might help them. i’m not changing my mind.

   “well, at some point you’re going to have to.” octavia snapped back, a huff coming from her as she looked his way. how long were they going to do this? how long would the virus last? nothing about this world is the same or would be ever again and bellamy can’t always be at her side. can’t always fight every battle for her. not now. not when they needs his full attention to be on survival. it’s not like she hasn’t been exposed to the tragedies already. like her hands aren’t stained of blood from walkers ( their mother ). “you can’t protect me from this one big brother, stop torturing yourself trying.”