#yes i will delude myself with this possibility bye

[ducavalentinos]

Oh my god! we’re getting a second season! 😍😍😍

[chattegeorgiana]

hey anon sending chatte hate if she's delusional for liking narusaku what are you? if we're wrong and never had a chance why do you care what our fandom says? you sending hate when you should be happy tells whos really deluded. do we strike a nerve because deep down you know we're right that your fandom had nothing going for it and you bully to hide your insecurity? try to silence us to not hear the hard truth right? maybe yall are the ones who need to get over people liking other pairs. bye boo

Heey, anon! Thanks for the message, I guess? ^_^

But don’t worry, people like these are just full of hate and they need a place where they can spill all of their hatred. 

However, once you’re used to these things, they don’t affect you anymore. 

To be honest, I pity them a bit. They must be in a really dark and hollow place to be doing something like this. Something must be feeling empty in their souls and they desperately need to fill it somehow. I know how it is, I’ve been there myself. Being in a dark place and feeling like that isn’t easy. But in the end, it’s all about how you respond to it.

My choice was different. Each makes their choice. I just hope that that anon who sent me that hate mail gets some fulfilling light in their souls.

I initially tended to respond with the same rashness. But now I realize that that isn’t the solution.

We must respond with love. Or at least as much as possible.

I just hope they get the best. Now that I think about it, it must be hard being so into this thing that you cannot accept certain things, even after you’ve been given everything on a silver plate.

I mean, they got what they wanted. NaruHina is canon. SasuSaku is canon. Why should they care what NaruSaku does?

We (most of us at least) mind our own business. Made our own path. Our own ninja way. Why do they care so much about what we do?

About what I do?

But… I’ll do my thing. They can keep doing their thing. 

And no matter how much they hate it, I’ll keep doing my thing. I am not done yet with everything. This for me is a case study now. Something I will probably revolve my career as an aspiring storyteller on.

It’s part of who I am. It’s part of the journey in my life. This story, after all, with its ups and downs, goods and bads, has taught me a lot. About myself, about others, about the industry.

Yes, it wasn’t a “win” if you look it from the pairings pov. But it was neither a lose.

You win or you learn. And we learned. I learned. A lot. And for that, I’ll be grateful forever.

Anyway, here I am going overboard again to a rather simpler situation. 

[a-chapter-a-day]

Winnie-the-Pooh, Chapter 3

In Which Pooh and Piglet Go Hunting and Nearly Catch a Woozle

THE Piglet lived in a very grand house in the middle of a beech-tree, and the beech-tree was in the middle of the forest, and the Piglet lived in the middle of the house. Next to his house was a piece of broken board which had: “TRESPASSERS W” on it. When Christopher Robin asked the Piglet what it meant, he said it was his grandfather's name, and had been in the family for a long time. Christopher Robin said you couldn't be called Trespassers W, and Piglet said yes, you could, because his grandfather was, and it was short for Trespassers Will, which was short for Trespassers William. And his grandfather had had two names in case he lost one—Trespassers after an uncle, and William after Trespassers. 

“I've got two names,” said Christopher Robin carelessly. 

“Well, there you are, that proves it,” said Piglet. 

One fine winter's day when Piglet was brushing away the snow in front of his house, he happened to look up, and there was Winnie-the-Pooh. Pooh was walking round and round in a circle, thinking of something else, and when Piglet called to him, he just went on walking. 

“Hallo!” said Piglet, “what are you doing?” 

“Hunting,” said Pooh. 

“Hunting what?” 

“Tracking something,” said Winnie-the-Pooh very mysteriously. 

“Tracking what?” said Piglet, coming closer. 

“That's just what I ask myself. I ask myself, What?” 

“What do you think you'll answer?” 

“I shall have to wait until I catch up with it,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. “Now, look there.” He pointed to the ground in front of him. “What do you see there?” 

“Tracks,” said Piglet. “Paw-marks.” He gave a little squeak of excitement. “Oh, Pooh! Do you think it's a—a—a Woozle?” 

“It may be,” said Pooh. “Sometimes it is, and sometimes it isn't. You never can tell with paw-marks.” 

With these few words he went on tracking, and Piglet, after watching him for a minute or two, ran after him. Winnie-the-Pooh had come to a sudden stop, and was bending over the tracks in a puzzled sort of way. 

“What's the matter?” asked Piglet. 

“It's a very funny thing,” said Bear, “but there seem to be two animals now. This—whatever-it-was—has been joined by another—whatever-it-is— and the two of them are now proceeding in company. Would you mind coming with me, Piglet, in case they turn out to be Hostile Animals?” 

Piglet scratched his ear in a nice sort of way, and said that he had nothing to do until Friday, and would be delighted to come, in case it really was a Woozle. 

“You mean, in case it really is two Woozles,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, and Piglet said that anyhow he had nothing to do until Friday. So off they went together. 

There was a small spinney of larch trees just here, and it seemed as if the two Woozles, if that is what they were, had been going round this spinney; so round this spinney went Pooh and Piglet after them; Piglet passing the time by telling Pooh what his Grandfather Trespassers W had done to Remove Stiffness after Tracking, and how his Grandfather Trespassers W had suffered in his later years from Shortness of Breath, and other matters of interest, and Pooh wondering what a Grandfather was like, and if perhaps this was Two Grandfathers they were after now, and, if so, whether he would be allowed to take one home and keep it, and what Christopher Robin would say. And still the tracks went on in front of them.... 

Suddenly Winnie-the-Pooh stopped, and pointed excitedly in front of him. “Look!”

 “What?” said Piglet, with a jump. And then, to show that he hadn't been frightened, he jumped up and down once or twice more in an exercising sort of way. 

“The tracks!” said Pooh. “A third animal has joined the other two!” 

“Pooh!” cried Piglet “Do you think it is another Woozle?” 

“No,” said Pooh, “because it makes different marks. It is either Two Woozles and one, as it might be, Wizzle, or Two, as it might be, Wizzles and one, if so it is, Woozle. Let us continue to follow them.” 

So they went on, feeling just a little anxious now, in case the three animals in front of them were of Hostile Intent. And Piglet wished very much that his Grandfather T. W. were there, instead of elsewhere, and Pooh thought how nice it would be if they met Christopher Robin suddenly but quite accidentally, and only because he liked Christopher Robin so much. And then, all of a sudden, Winnie-the-Pooh stopped again, and licked the tip of his nose in a cooling manner, for he was feeling more hot and anxious than ever in his life before. There were four animals in front of them! 

“Do you see, Piglet? Look at their tracks! Three, as it were, Woozles, and one, as it was, Wizzle. Another Woozle has joined them!” 

And so it seemed to be. There were the tracks; crossing over each other here, getting muddled up with each other there; but, quite plainly every now and then, the tracks of four sets of paws. 

“I think,” said Piglet, when he had licked the tip of his nose too, and found that it brought very little comfort, “I think that I have just remembered something. I have just remembered something that I forgot to do yesterday and sha'n't be able to do to-morrow. So I suppose I really ought to go back and do it now.” 

“We'll do it this afternoon, and I'll come with you,” said Pooh. 

“It isn't the sort of thing you can do in the afternoon,” said Piglet quickly. “It's a very particular morning thing, that has to be done in the morning, and, if possible, between the hours of What would you say the time was?” 

“About twelve,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, looking at the sun. 

“Between, as I was saying, the hours of twelve and twelve five. So, really, dear old Pooh, if you'll excuse me— What's that?”

 Pooh looked up at the sky, and then, as he heard the whistle again, he looked up into the branches of a big oak-tree, and then he saw a friend of his. “It's Christopher Robin,” he said. 

“Ah, then you'll be all right,” said Piglet. “You'll be quite safe with him. Good-bye,” and he trotted off home as quickly as he could, very glad to be Out of All Danger again. 

Christopher Robin came slowly down his tree. 

“Silly old Bear,” he said, “what were you doing? First you went round the spinney twice by yourself, and then Piglet ran after you and you went round again together, and then you were just going round a fourth time--” 

“Wait a moment,” said Winnie-the-Pooh, holding up his paw. 

He sat down and thought, in the most thoughtful way he could think. Then he fitted his paw into one of the Tracks ...and then he scratched his nose twice, and stood up. 

“Yes,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. 

“I see now,” said Winnie-the-Pooh. 

“I have been Foolish and Deluded,” said he, “and I am a Bear of no Brain at All.” 

“You're the Best Bear in All the World,” said Christopher Robin soothingly. 

“Am I?” said Pooh hopefully. And then he brightened up suddenly. 

“Anyhow,” he said, “it is nearly Luncheon Time.” So he went home for it.

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[colormetheworld]

Conversation Prompt 1: Frost’s Bet

Maura: …Jane?

Jane: Yeah?

Maura: Did you hear what I said? Just now?

Jane: Yep. I heard you.

Maura: A liter a day.

Jane: Yes. I…heard you.

Maura: A liter is about four and a half cups. Did you know that? The human produces an average of four and a half cups of saliva a day. Liters is perhaps misleading.

Jane: That…is a lot of saliva.

Maura: It is. You heard me when I said it?

Jane: I did.

Maura: And you heard me before? When I was discussing this stain here?

Jane: The blood. Yep. Heard that too.

Maura: No! I can’t conclusively state that this is blood. It’s possible that this could be a number of other things. I will need to test it before I can decisively state it’s make up.

Jane: Right. I should have said stain. Sorry.

Maura: …You’re sorry?

Jane: …Yes?

Maura: For calling what is most likely blood, blood? Because I stated I need to test it? All you have to say is that you’re sorry?

Jane: …I will try not to push you to make guesses in the future?

Maura: That’s a sincere statement. I can tell by the way you’re looking at me.

Jane: Well, Maura, I mean it sincerely.

Maura: I see.

……

……

Maura: Jane.

Hey, Maura. You ready for lunch?

Maura: Yes. And I wanted to apologize for this morning. I didn’t mean to snap at you. Or to imply that you weren’t listening to me.

Jane: I know. No sweat.

Maura: I didn’t.

You didn’t what?

Maura: Sweat. It was a very mild day, and I always check the weather reports before getting dressed for the day. That allows me to make any last minute changes that might arise.

Jane: …No sweat is a saying. It means don’t worry about it.

Maura: Oh. Yes, I remember you’ve explained that to me. Possibly several times.

Jane: …mmm

Maura: Jane, do you feel alright?

Jane: I feel fine.

Maura: Okay. I’m just…you don’t seem like yourself.

Jane: I’m good. I…thank you for asking. Are we still on for tonight? I’ll bring the pizza?

Maura: Yes. Unless you’d rather do something else?

Jane: I wouldn’t. I…Oh damn it. That’s Frost. I’ve gotta run. I’ll see you tonight if I miss you this afternoon.

Maura: Jane wait!

Jane: …

Maura: …I’ve been practicing my joking. Remember how we were discussing how I’m terrible at the delivery of levity?

Jane: Oh, Maura. I was being – I didn’t mean terrible – I just meant—

Maura: A man comes into the doctor’s office. He says, I feel as though I am a deck of cards.

Jane: Maura-

Maura: And the doctor says. Please have a seat. I’ll be dealing with you later.

Jane: Oh my God.

Maura: Dealing. Like a deck of cards? It’s not very good, but I-

Jane: I’ve got to go meet Frost, Maura. I’m sorry. Can we talk tonight?

Maura: …Oh. Yes. I’m sorry for holding you up.

Jane: It’s not a problem. I’ll be over about seven? Does that work for you?

Maura: Yes. Yes, no sweat…

Jane: oohkay…bye.

Maura: Be careful out there, Jane.

Jane: You got it, Mo.

……

……

Jane: Maura?

Maura: In the living room.

Jane: Hey. I rang the doorbell. Are you okay? Why are you just sitting there?

Maura: I...If I’m honest, I was afraid that if I met you at the door, I would lose my nerve.

Jane: Lose your nerve for wh-

Maura: Something is wrong with you.

Jane: What??

Maura: Not physically. God, not physically. No. Something to do with the way you are relating to me. I want to discuss it.

Jane: Maura.

Maura: No. You’ve been treating me differently all week, and I think I’ve figured out the reason.

Jane: You do?

Maura: Yes. You’ve pulled away. You’re…you don’t joke with me anymore. You’ve been formal, almost to a fault.

Jane: Maur-

Maura: And possibly some of this is my fault. Maybe I’ve been too sensitive regarding the way you treat me. But this past week, I’ve realized that I expect our banter. That I almost rely on it.

Jane: Maura

Maura: Please let me finish. I don’t think I’ll be able to say everything I need to if you interrupt me.

Jane: Okay. I’m sorry. Go on.

Maura: I…I believed, possibly because I’d deluded myself, but I believed prior to this week that we had a special relationship. That you and I were close in, well, in a way that you weren’t with others. That sounds outrageously arrogant, now that I’m saying it to you, but I promised I would be honest.

Jane: Oh, Maura, don’t-

Maura: No. I have to. It’s important. The joking…the ‘ribbing’ as you call it. The sarcasm. It seems aimed at me more often than it is at other people, and I realized – in the complete absence of this part of you – that I’d linked it to the belief that you care for me more than others.

I care for you, trust you more than anyone currently in my life, and I allowed myself to believe that you felt the same. That was foolish of me.

Jane: No. It wasn’t. I-

Maura: And if I’ve overstepped, if I’ve crossed a boundary in some way, I want you to know that I am truly, truly sorry. This isn’t something that has ever happened to me before, but I allowed my mind to run away with ideas, and feelings, and…It was unprofessional. I hope that you can accept my apology.

Jane: You. Have feelings about me?

Maura: The correct terminology is ‘for.’ I have feelings for you. And…yes. I do.

Jane: Like, romantic feelings?

Maura: Jane. It’s okay that you don’t reciprocate-

Jane: Romantic feelings, Maura?

Maura: …Yes. I’m sorry. I’m not sorry I have them, but I’m sorry that they’ve interfered. understand why you pulled away. I promise that I won’t let it interfere with our work. I promise that…why are you laughing?

Jane: Because Frost is a sneaky, conniving, piece of crap.

Maura: That hardly seems reason for laughter.

Jane: Last week, when I accidentally walked in on your conversation with him, were you talking about this? Is that why you were so flustered?

Maura: I…yes. He’d seen something in the way I look at you that led him to think I felt…well it doesn’t matter. He was very kind and understanding. And he promised not to bring it up with you. Oh! But he must have. Is that why you’ve been-

Jane: No. He’d never do that to you. He’s too loyal. And he also loves watching me squirm.

Maura: I don’t understand.

Jane: Frost bet me that I couldn’t go a week without using sarcasm. He said I do it to you most of all, and that I wouldn’t be able to resist. He bet me 100 bucks. No sarcasm, none.

Maura: …So you haven’t been pulling away.

Jane: Nope.

Maura: And Detective Frost knew that I would interpret it as such.

Jane: Yep.

Maura: Why would he do such a thing?

Jane: Figure it out, Doctor Smartypants.

Maura: He…knew I would approach you, that I would possibly try to apologize for making you uncomfortable.

Jane: Mhmmm.

Maura: He knew I would think that you were pulling back because I’d been inappropriate in some way, and by apologizing you would figure out that I had, that I have, feelings for you.

Jane: Warmer.

Maura: And…he…Jane?

Jane: Yeah. He hoped that would make me admit mine.

Maura: You have feelings? A-about me?

Jane: Big ones.

Jane: …

Maura: Jane?

Jane: Yeah?

Maura: You owe Barry 100 dollars.

Jane: Come here. I want to kiss you.

Maura: …

Jane: …

Jane: Worth it.

[grubhivemind]

FINN: -speaking of impulsive decisions, finn is now at simula's door with Sofia in her little baby carrier. they had just visited his parents, but when he left, he couldn't stop thinking about how simula lives here and how much he wanted to talk to them about that album they posted. he's nervous and his palms are sweaty, but he knocks with his free hand anyway-

SIMULA: -they already saw him coming, thanks to their wicked security cameras. they aren't quite sure what to make of it... and worst of all, he brought his damn baby along with him. they decide to let him dangle for a little while, and maybe during that time he'll just... leave. but unfortunately, curiosity gets the better of them and they drift over to the door to answer, looking positively unconcerned by his presence.- 

SIMULA: Wow. Finn. What a plea-sant sur-prise.

FINN: -his cheeks get a little red at the insincere greeting, but he makes himself take a deep breath- can we talk 

SOFIA: -drooling and looking up at simula. What an aesthetically attractive individual-

SIMULA: -thank you. I know.- 

SIMULA: We can.

FINN: -god damn it. he looks down- i mean 

FINN: i want to talk to you now

SIMULA: -weary sigh- 

SIMULA: II sup-pose you'd like to come in. -moves aside. they were taught better, at least, than to leave him hanging out there, with a baby no less.-

FINN: -relieved and terrified at the same time that simula lets him in, and he steps inside and glances around.- thanks

SIMULA: -shuts the door telekinetically and drifts on over to the living area.- Please, sit. -they won't offer him anything else, though, and promptly takes a seat themself.-

FINN: -he's grateful for this level of civility between the two of them and takes a seat on the couch, setting Sofia's carrier beside him and idly rocking it with his hand for the sake of something to do- about those 

FINN: screenshots and pictures you posted

SIMULA: What a-bout them? -examines their nails.-

FINN: why

SIMULA: Why what? 

SIMULA: Use your words.

SIMULA: Eng-lish or Span-ish will do.

FINN: why did you post them 

FINN: why did you want to humiliate me at that point in time

FINN: i know i 

FINN: did a lot of things wrong over a period of years but 

FINN: what am i doing now that makes you feel like you need to get back at me

SIMULA: -lips twitch in the slight suggestion of their facade cracking.- May-be II don't need a rea-son. 

SIMULA: May-be II just thought it would be fun-ny. 

SIMULA: And it was. 

SIMULA: May-be that's just the kind of per-son II am.

FINN: well it's not it's just the person you want to be to me 

FINN: i know you care about other people 

FINN: aren't you in a relationship right now 

FINN: i think you have to care 

FINN: so it's not the kind of person you are

SIMULA: -crosses their arms, getting indignant now that he's brought up venras.- II am in a relationship. 

SIMULA: We bask in the misfortune of oth-ers together. 

SIMULA: It's great.

FINN: -he shakes his head- no you don't 

FINN: there's a reason for me 

FINN: i know there is 

FINN: and i know i'll never be able to make up for how much i hurt you 

FINN: maybe i'm asking for some mercy even if I don't deserve it

SIMULA: -their lips purse and their arms tighten across their chest, but otherwise are keeping a relatively straight face. well... save for the sparks occasionally popping around their horns.- 

SIMULA: II don't care a-bout an-y of that. 

SIMULA: Why should II? It was so long a-go. 

SIMULA: None of what hap-pened ev-en mat-ters anymore.

FINN: well something has to be making you want me to feel bad about myself right

SIMULA: -goes quiet as they avoid looking at him, nails digging into their arms. this is stupid and they know it. what's the point in being petty? it only feels easier than confronting the truth.- 

SIMULA: You don't-- 

SIMULA: Get it. 

SIMULA: II-- -covers their face with one hand, exhaling- 

SIMULA: It's stup-id.

FINN: -he watches them, noticing the change of demeanor- it's not stupid 

FINN: especially if it's affecting you so much

SIMULA: II don't need your sentiments, II-- 

SIMULA: It... -sparks a little more, shutting their eyes tight.- 

SIMULA: It real-ly didn't mat-ter. II may as well have... Nev-er come back. From Lauc-tis. 

SIMULA: It would have been bet-ter that way.  

SIMULA: II would-n't have was-ted everyone's time.

FINN: -doesn't take his eyes off of them- what do you mean

SIMULA: ... Emilet. -winces saying it, admitting it.- 

SIMULA: You were al-ways sup-posed to be together. 

SIMULA: II fig-ured that out right away. 

SIMULA: And yet II still deluded my-self in-to think-ing otherwise. 

SIMULA: That II ev-er stood a chance again-st some-one like you. S

IMULA: That II ev-er-- 

SIMULA: Ev-en existed. As a fac-tor. 

SIMULA: II'm hard-ly ev-en a foot note in this fuck-ing fair-y tale. -hisses under their breath- 

SIMULA: But it's stu-pid. That II care. It does-n't mat-ter... 

SIMULA: II don't ev-en want to be with him anymore.

FINN: -it hurts to hear simula say that...just imagining all of the pain simula must be going through because of him. it's not like he can argue against it, because not only would it be ineffective but finn wouldn't be able to validate simula in this regard. someone else, maybe. not him. his expression softens- i'm 

FINN: no standard 

FINN: i'm kind of a fucking mess 

FINN: as you've noticed but -he sighs and rocks sofia's carrier a little more- i'm sure that doesn't really help anything

SIMULA: -hastily tries to rub away some tears prickling at the corner of their eyes. sniff.- Obviously. 

SIMULA: It's not e-ven a-bout competition. 

SIMULA: Not at this point.

SOFIA: AAAAAAA 

FINN: -he feels so bad seeing how hurt simula is- so it's everything else

SIMULA: -JUMPS. the sudden baby yelling is WAY jarring. bad sensory shit.- Hhh-- 

 SIMULA: 私は自分自身を繰り返す必要がありますか？ 

SIMULA: -sighs- It's like II said. 

SIMULA: II may as well have not e-ven been a fac-tor to be-gin with.

SOFIA: -she seems to have gotten over it- 

FINN: right 

FINN: i don't think it was for nothing though 

FINN: - looks down again- but my opinion doesn't really matter because this is how you've been feeling and 

FINN: -looks back up at them- i don't see quinne that way at all 

FINN: even if we aren't together anymore 

FINN: and despite whoever emilet chose to be with after you i know for a fact that you helped him open up more 

FINN: you were never in the way and i'm sorry that i treated you like that

SIMULA: -hearing that makes them fall quiet, the energy quickly draining from them, leaving them with little attempts to wipe away anymore tears that fall. it's hard to decide whether they want to take that as a comfort or not, but the apology is nice.- 

SIMULA: ... II know that we... You and II... 

SIMULA: Were ne-ver as close as you were to my broth-ers. 

SIMULA: But II still thought we... -glances off, embarrassed.- 

SIMULA: Were... in some way... friends. Un-till... 

SIMULA: You know.

FINN: -it hurts to watch them cry, especially when he had so much to do with it, but this conversation is necessary. it has to happen for anything to move forward.- we were and i 

FINN: lost myself to a point where that happened 

FINN: instead of working things out 

FINN: i still want to be even if it's not something that's possible

SIMULA: -looks down at their lap, considering, but speaks with earnest confliction.- II... don't know... 

SIMULA: But II do know... II want to move on from everything. II hate that it still has pow-er ov-er me. -winces-

FINN: -he nods, understanding- i'll do anything you need me to to make sure that happens

SIMULA: -there's another pause as they try to consider everything going on inside their head.- This has been... ver-y help-ful. 

SIMULA: II hate to ad-mit.

FINN: -exhales- yeah FINN: for me too

SIMULA: ... -wipes at their eyes again before folding their hands in their lap.- 

SIMULA: Who has been shar-ing the de-tails of my personal life to you that you know a-bout Ven-ras? -asks indignantly, as if finn isn't a family friend.-

FINN: -looks up and pauses- well 

FINN: ryan kind of

SIMULA: -squints into the distance- Of course.

FINN: you know her 

FINN: she's a talker

SIMULA: A gos-sip. -SAYS, AS IF TALKING ABOUT THIS STUFF ISN'T JUST NORMAL- 

SIMULA: Do you know him?

FINN: not much 

FINN: i know of him 

FINN: i saw him at ryan's homecoming party

SIMULA: Oh. Right. 

SIMULA: II for-got a-bout that. 

SIMULA: -eyeballs him a little. not that he could tell, given they are pupiless and all. but don't mind them, they're just suspicious of people knowing things about their personal life unless they divulge it.- 

SIMULA: ... Anyway. II have some things II need to do to-day.

FINN: -looks at them for a second and then catches on to what they mean- oh right 

FINN: sofia has a thing -if that thing is being a baby-

SIMULA: -stands quickly to escort him to the door- Then by all means, don't let me keep you.

FINN: -stands and takes Sofia's carrier with him- yeah 

FINN: -heads toward the door- i'll see you later

SIMULA: Yes. -opens the door for him telekinetically.- Give Colt my re-gards.

FINN: -turns to smile before leaving- i will

SIMULA: -DOESNT SMILE.- ... O-K  bye.

FINN: bye -they gone-