#which is SO VALID

[jocelynmakenna]

Everyone moved on but

IM STILL HERE

CALLOWMOORE

IVE BEEN YOUR #1 SINCE LIKE EPISODE 5 IM SOOOOOOOO

[sparrowmoth]

"It wasn't a bomb, Jes, it was a minor contact explosion. I think you're being a bit dramatic."

"Me?" said Jesper, clearly affronted. "Me?" he repeated, waving his arms at Wylan, who could do little more than lean slightly away from him in the narrow space. "I'm being dramatic?" He scoffed, then shifted a step back to gesture at the shattered porcelain, cracked tiles, and scorched wall in the tight corner at his right. "You blew up our toilet over a spider..."

Wylan crossed his arms and turned away, cheeks red. "It was self-defence," he mumbled. "It bit me in the—" He stopped abruptly, cheeks impossibly redder as his eyes dropped to the floor. "Never mind. I just needed to make sure it was..."

Jesper raised an eyebrow. "Dead?" he suggested, but Wylan didn't answer. He was staring at something in the rubble, breathing starting to quicken. Jesper followed his gaze and saw it just as Wylan all but tackled him into the wall in a bid to reach the door: there was a large brown spider emerging, seemingly unscathed, from between a pile of broken floor tiles.

"Saints, all that and you didn't even manage to kill it?" Jesper called after Wylan, who'd gone scrambling down the hallway. He rolled his eyes to the ceiling, then regarded the spider with a tilt of his head. "Doesn't seem fair that I'd kill you now after what you've survived, so come on, hurry up..." Jesper got down on his knees and reached a hand out for the spider to climb on. "Let's get you outside before my dearly beloved can get his hands on more explosives..."

[childotkw]

Omg I just can't get enough of reg in the warring states AU

Please more?🥺

We haven't seen him interact a lot with the Uchiha

"Breathe in," Regulus instructed, listening intently through the stethoscope he had conjured. "And out."

He moved the chest piece over to the other lung, closer to the new silvery scar that curled up around Izuna's side. The size of the original wound was terrifyingly impressive, one that likely would have put the man out of commission for good even if his healing had been without complication.

It would have been an ugly thing, gnarling the skin and restricting movement, but under Regulus' delicate touch, the scar itself was thin and would only pull slightly.

The Uchiha healers had been awed, one even saying the wound appeared years old.

It had led to some uncomfortable questions, but Regulus had mumbled his way through the light interrogation; shamelessly using Madara's gratitude as a shield to avoid their curiosity.

Right now, it was just him and Izuna in the room. Madara had been caught up in meetings all morning, having to dedicate his attention to all the matters he had been ignoring while his brother had been dying; and the main healer, Hina, was busy restocking their depleted supplies.

Regulus preferred the easy silence that existed between them, and it was nice to not be subjected to the pointed staring.

He had not left this room, or the house, since he had first set foot inside six days ago, but it didn't save him from the scrutiny.

Izuna was clearly loved by his people, as there had been a steady stream of well-wishers over the last two days. It served a dual purpose for most visitors - a chance to see their revived clan heir, and to meet the mysterious person who had brought him back from the brink.

The Uchiha were intrigued by him, and not just because of his rumoured skills. Regulus had seen more than a few of them staring at his hair and studying his face a little too closely for his tastes. He could see conclusions they were drawing, and it was making him anxious to leave.

"Alright," he said, removing the stethoscope and sitting back, "your lungs are definitely clear of fluid. Are you experiencing any pressure in your chest? Any unusual tightness? Breathlessness?"

Izuna pulled on his loose-fitting shirt, leaving it untied at the front as he turned to gaze at Regulus with deep black eyes. "No pressure, no tightness," he assured smoothly, his voice lighter than his brother's rich baritone.

Regulus nodded, satisfied. Given the state Izuna had been in when he had arrived, he was making a spectacular leaps in his recovery. It was yet another example for Regulus that these shinobi were freaks of nature. Their physical prowess was almost disturbing, but also terribly intriguing.

"Good," he said simply, moving over to his bag to tuck his equipment away. "So long as you rest and take your time getting back on your feet, you shouldn't have any issues in the future. Maybe a bit of tightness around the scar, but you can just massage the surrounding skin to loosen it if that happens."

"Thank you," Izuna said, still watching Regulus with interest. "I don't know if Madara has spoken to you about compensation..."

Regulus snorted, glancing at the younger man. "Your brother barely offered his name before whisking me away from my village, we didn't have a chance to discuss payment," he said dryly, enjoying the flutter of annoyance on Izuna's face at Madara's lack of tact.

As a younger brother himself, Regulus was all too familiar with the frustration that came with an older sibling's brash behaviour.

"It's fine though," he continued, flipping his bag closed and standing straight. "I rarely accept money or trade when it comes to my work. I'll take someone escorting me back to my home as payment."

"Escort?" Izuna asked, both eyebrows raising.

Regulus hummed, his hands resting on his hips. "Yes, I need to get back before winter kicks in. Apparently the roads around here are a nightmare to get through when the snow comes in. I would get home faster with a bit of help."

"Or you could stay."

It took a moment for the words to register. Regulus closed his eyes and withheld a sigh. These bloody ninja, he thought in exasperation.

"Appreciated, but unnecessary. I would like to return to my home."

Izuna hummed this time, head tilting to the side like a curious bird. Regulus very much disliked the mischievous look on his face.

"Whatever you're thinking -" he started to say.

"You won't let us honour you?" Izuna asked, coy. "You performed a miracle, you saved my life - you can't leave before we at least hold a feast of some kind to thank you. Especially if you insist on taking no payment."

"And if organising and hosting such a feast takes just long enough for the snow to start falling?" Regulus asked, because he was an asshole too and could easily read the intent behind that suggestion.

Izuna looked delighted that he had caught on so quickly.

"A happy coincidence," the other had the gall to say.

"This is fucking ridiculous. No," Regulus said, waving his hand. "Absolutely not. If you don't escort me, I'll make my own way."

Izuna snorted, pushing himself to his feet and smiling in a mildly patronising way. "And how will you do that?"

Regulus narrowed his eyes, mouth flattening. "You know what?" he said. "Forget conserving my energy. You want to know how I'll do it? I'll show you."

He reached down and grabbed his bag, looping it over his shoulder, then flicked his wrist and let his wand fall into his hand. Izuna had tensed at the movement, eyes flicking red, but Regulus had had enough of this. He was tired, he was annoyed, and he needed a break from these morons.

He twisted on his heel neatly, just a slight movement, and let his magic sweep him away with an audible crack.

--- -- --- -- ---

"How did he escape again?" Hikaku asked with a longsuffering tone, which was rude - Izuna was his elder, his commander, and recently injured. He should be nicer.

Izuna sniffed at his cousin and finished pulling his hair up into a loose ponytail.

"He teleported."

"And we're absolutely sure he's not -"

"I already you told, brat, it wasn't like what Tobirama used. Trust me, I remember that jutsu well enough."

And what a jutsu it was, Izuna did not say.

Truthfully, if Tobirama were not a Senju, if he were not as totally dangerous to approach as Izuna knew he was, he'd probably even express his admiration at that new trick to the other's face.

Only his rival could be so brilliant as to bend space like that.

But Madara always got weird whenever Izuna acted too interested in Tobirama, hypocrite that he was. So instead he would turn his appreciation onto this new puzzle that had kindly stumbled into their lives and healed him with his strange powers.

"I want our patrols on the lookout for him in the coming weeks, before winter closes the pass. He's likely back at his village, but just in case we'll keep an eye out."

"After after winter?" Hikaku asked.

Izuna smiled.

"After winter we'll just have to go pay him a visit, won't we? He rudely left without letting us express our appreciation."

[sunray-screaming]

I’ve seen a number of posts lately referring to holi as “a south asian holiday” and it is AGGRAVATING because no!! no it’s not!!!

it has its roots in hinduism and yeah, it’s celebrated by other dharmic religions other than hinduism as well, but that does NOT mean it’s south asian!!

and it always stems from a place of ignorance or erasure. always always always. either from people being unaware (which. wikipedia exists fam. they’ve got it right. go look it up. I’m so tired of excusing ignorance too, it’s literally in the first sentence of the article) or from people trying to erase the hindu origins of the festival. hell I’ve seen it happen to diwali too and guess what!! SAME SITUATION!!

you wouldn’t call eid anything other than a muslim holiday, you wouldn’t call easter anything other than a christian holiday, you wouldn’t call yom kippur anything other than a jewish holiday.

treat us the same way. let us have our holidays.

[allforthesapphic]

say all u want about the next karate kid but u cant deny the beauty of monks dancing to dreams by the cranberries

[regionalatbestofficial]

i really commit to the speaking part of Oops!…I Did It Again and no one can stop me

[opinionated-bi]

no because i was in film studies today and i opened up tumblr and the first thing that came up was a series of gifs of Carlos Sainz and the girl sat next to me suddenly went “jeez, that guy is hot”

[gatheryepens]

Mini book haul:

It was my friends birthday last week (I know I suck) so I decided to get her a book, as I was choosing the book I decided to get myself one as well. I got her the Stephen King one and got myself a romance book.

📖 The Unhoneymooners- Christina Lauren

📖 Billy Summers - Stephen King

[kitom-kortil]

i love that most of the straight men in the jjk fandom seem to be pretty secure in their sexualities, like ive seen so many straight guys in this fandom who agree most of the men in the show are hot as fuck and i find it weirdly wholesome? like. most of the time you get a lot of just, gross behavior from men in these kinds of fandom but this has been such a refreshing change

[weedle-testaburger]

i never realised how much discourse it sparks up when you say a fictional character would listen to cavetown. i’m tempted to just spice up conversations by saying characters everyone knows never would do. spike spiegel listens to cavetown now, deal with it

[helloidkwhatimdoing-0]

I feel? Bad? For no reason??

[calschalet]

Sent my first query letter last night. Received my first rejection four hours later. Funniest shit ever. Love being a writer.

[jeffsinn]

tags?🏷️

[egophiliac]

WAIT when did he get FANGS

[thriftdyke]

it really does bother me how no one can seem to answer the question “what even is romantic attraction, really.” like some people are like “it’s who you wanna kiss and cuddle <3” and I’m like ok well kisses and cuddles can be either sexual or platonic depending on context. “It’s who you feel passion/desire/arousal for” well that just sounds like sexual attraction which you can have without even knowing somebody so I fail to see how that’s romantic. “It’s who you want to go on dates with” I go on dates with friends all the time plus “date” is a social construct anyway there’s really no innate difference between a date and hanging out. “it’s who you have deep feelings for” great news for you that can be literally any type of relationship. my friend told me she defined it as “who you wanna give roses to” and I’m like do u hear urself??? like the more I talk to people the more I’m convinced romance and romantic attraction is an elaborate socially fabricated illusion that has no real defining characteristics. and like there’s nothing Wrong with it being a constuct but why people are so attached to defending the supremacy of it is something I cannot for the life of me figure out

[bigfatbreak]

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