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I love when people ask "how did you learn this skill?" I just started, there's no secret. that's it. a vast majority of the time the only thing holding you back is your trepidation to start.
are people talking about the labor conditions at Taylor Farms yet? like the fact they use enslaved prisoners in their facilities?
are we drawing the connection between worker safety and consumer safety & public health yet?
are people demanding to see the conditions in this place that keeps making us sick? why are the enslaved workers not having the time to use the bathroom or to rest when ill? very few people would shit in front of their coworkers given any choice at all.
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A day in the life of the Hatake clan. Reposted from my now defunct Patreon lol (which was free I was just using it as a public doc drive rip)
Song is Need2 by Pinegrove
He doesn’t dislike Sakumo, is the thing.
As father’s go, he seems to pass every metric with solid marks across the board. He’s a busy man now raising two small children alone, but he does his best to be as physically present as his day job as a magical ninja assassin allows him to be. He’s patient and never raises his voice at them. Even when Kakashi was three months old and spent an entire month squalling and colicky with a bad infection, he never once lost his temper or grew frustrated. He’s not a very good cook, but he tries anyway since he believes in the value of a home cooked meal. He’s quick to praise, and slow to anger. By Satoru’s abysmally poor standards, he’s a decent enough father all around.
So he doesn’t understand why the man would ever look at his three year old son, and think it was okay to give him a weapon to kill people. To raise him into an unflinching killer, just as he was.
Oh, it’s not that Satoru doesn’t understand the perspective on principle.
He has enough awareness now of his life to recognize that he lives under a ruthless, militaristic dictatorship that fashions killers out of everyone. Even three year old toddlers aren’t exempt. His father grew up with a weapon in hand, just as his father did before him. Just as every child in this village did. That sort of systemic, cultural indoctrination is nearly impossible to escape without a revolutionary amount of change.
But Sakumo is not a bad person. Satoru wouldn’t even consider him a particularly deluded one. He seems to have a working moral compass and some kind of sense of honor, and in his daily life, he never resorts to violence as an option.
So how can he not see the dichotomy of his actions?
It frustrates Satoru to no end.
Maybe he’s just being too harsh. Sakumo is as much a product of his environment as Satoru was of his. That Satoru lived in a vast, complex, highly-evolved society that valued peace and prosperity while Sakumo did not is no real fault of his father’s. Sakumo believes his precious sons should become assassins because, to him, that is the best possible outcome for their lives. The best of a whole lot of bad options, so to speak.
He probably knows that he’s doing nothing but setting his sons up for a lifetime of pain and bloodshed, but what other option does he truly have?
Satoru can’t truly resent him for that.
What he can and will resent him for is all the damned dog hair that constantly ends up on Satoru and all his belongings.
There’s a thump from down the hall, and then a large, slobbering wet nose is shoving his door open and lumbering into his room.
Satoru gives a noise of protest as a massive weight settles atop him like a smelly, hairy blanket, interrupting his dozing.
“Get off me, Ume!” He shoves at the great, ugly beast. It doesn’t budge.
Satoru is not a fan of dogs.
In his old life, he doesn’t remember having much of an opinion on them. He certainly never had them growing up, or anywhere near his person other than in brief intervals. And he doesn’t really count Megumi’s Divine Dogs as true canines, since those were cursed shikigami and didn’t come with the… unfortunately setbacks of real dogs.
Living with a father who cultivated an entire pack of them had been a fascinating novelty at first. It quickly wore into tedium once the complicated reality of owning dogs sunk in.
Apparently the Hatake have had a long and storied history with canines; there’s even a family myth that they’re descended from some kind of wolfblood, like they’re a bunch of werewolves or something. Satoru didn’t really care for the cultural obsession with werewolves; reality has not changed his views on the matter much. Whether the whole werewolf thing is true or not, the enhanced sense of smell left much to be desired.
Satoru had lived an entire lifetime free of the filth and muck of physical existence. Wrapped in the impenetrable, divine cloak of Infinity, things like dirt and dust were the province of mortals. And beyond just his ridiculously overpowered telekinetic barrier keeping grime and muck away from him, he also lived in Tokyo, ostensibly one of the cleanest cities on the planet. He would have never categorized himself as a germaphobe or a clean freak, but dogs were seriously having him reconsider his stance on the matter.
“Ume!” He puts some real weight into his next shove, and finally gets the dog off him— but not without incurring a small cloud of fur in his wake. He coughs in disdain, covering his nose with the hem of his shirt so he doesn’t inhale all that dander.
Ume just looks at him with a big, dopey smile, getting drool all over his comforter. To say nothing of all the dirt she’d tracked onto his bed from her morning romp outside.
His brow twitches. Dogs are the worst.
His father is watching him from the doorway, leaning against the wall. “She’s just happy to see you.” He chides, with an indulgent look at his stupid dog.
Satoru wipes at his face, disgusted to find it a bit wet. He looks towards his father with a glower. “How many times have I asked you not to let them come into my room? My bed is filthy.”
But Sakumo never takes his protests seriously. The thought of not liking dogs all over his person at all hours of the day is unfathomable to him, so he just laughs it off. “She can’t bond to you if she doesn’t ever get to see you! How is she supposed to be with you otherwise, when you never come out of your room?”
Satoru’s eye twitched. Has it never occurred to you that this might be on purpose?
With a resigned sigh, he gathers up his comforter to start on a load of laundry. Thank god washing machines still exist in this world.
“I don’t want her to bond with me,” he says, shortly, as he bundles up the blanket in his arms. “I’ve already told you I don’t want the dog contract.”
Sakumo’s jovial attitude levels out as he frowns down at him. “You’re a Hatake, Satoru.” He says, as if that explains everything.
Satoru just scowls. “So is Kakashi. Give it to him.”
And his toddler of a little brother actually seems to like the creatures. It would be a better fit anyway.
“It’s not a matter of either or— you both can sign it.” Sakumo follows him into the hallway as he heads towards the laundry room at the far end of the hall. Unfortunately, Ume follows him too, which probably means the hallway is going to be covered in mud.
Satoru doesn’t bother to reply. He can tell Sakumo all he likes that he doesn’t want the dog contract, but the man will never truly hear him. Never truly understand him. Satoru has long since given up on trying.
Sakumo leaves him to it as he starts up a load of washing, and then makes a half-hearted attempt at lint rolling the hair off his clothes. It’s a lesson in futility anyway; within an hour, he’s going to be covered in dog hair anyway. And that’s to say nothing of the smell. He hates the smell of wet dog, and it’s impossible to be rid of it in this house when there are several of them within it at any given interval.
He encounters another of Sakumo’s dogs, Momo, in the hallway and has a tense stare down with the samoyed as they size each other up, like two apex predators warily circling each other’s territory.
Momo is one of the summons that can speak, and that extra sentient intelligence is probably the reason the dog isn’t idiotic enough to jump him like some of the other members of Sakumo’s pack. In general, the ones who can speak treat him with a distance and caution he deserves, but still seem predisposed to like him because he’s ‘Sakumo’s pup’. They all seem to be laboring under the illusion that his distaste for them is just a silly phase that he’ll grow out of, but are intelligent enough to respect his boundaries and leave him well enough alone. Momo, he thinks, is the only one who recognizes him as something other, something dangerous and not to be trifled with.
Momo blinks at him with unreadable black eyes. “You’re shielding your scent again.”
The dogs don’t like Infinity, and neither does Sakumo. Albeit for entirely different reasons.
The dogs don’t like the way it erases his scent and stops them from physically marking him with the tactile displays of affection inherent to their species. Sakumo doesn’t like it because it reminds him of Satoru’s otherness, which he loathes to acknowledge.
Jiraiya-sensei had given a perfectly logical reason for Satoru’s cursed techniques, and there was no way in hell Satoru was ever going to explain the truth, so it had become universally acknowledged as truth within the village— much to Sakumo’s disapproval. Satoru wasn’t even entirely sure why his father had such a problem with it. His Limitless techniques would only be a source of incredible strength to the village he adores so much. He assumes it has to do with his mother, whom he remembers very little about. His awareness of his past life and the full extent of his powers didn’t manifest until he was about four years-old, and neither did his eidetic memory.
“I’m tired of all the dog hair,” Satoru returns, bored.
Momo just shakes his head. “It’s not good to use so much chakra at your age. You need to rest.”
What I need is a clean house and a door with a lock.
“I’ll be fine,” is all he says aloud, sidestepping the great white dog to head into the kitchen.
Sakumo is cooking breakfast, and Kakashi is sprawled out on the tatami mats in the living room, Ume’s big snout in his lap as he grabs tufts of her fur. The scene is so sweet it almost makes Satoru forget his dislike of dogs. It was the sort of scene that, in his last life, he would have immediately hearted had he seen it while he was doom-scrolling through his social media feed. In this life, he’s just reminded of all the hair he’s going to have to pull out of Kakashi’s mouth in a few minutes. He doesn’t immediately move to pry Kakashi away from her, though. By and large, he prefers the dogs when Kakashi is around. They’re always more excited to see the baby and crowd around him, and leave Satoru well enough alone.
Momo, the tattletale, immediately trots up to Sakumo and informs him of Satoru’s behavior. Sakumo turns around with a frown leveled in his direction.
“Satoru,” he says, voice low with disapproval. “You know I don’t want you using chakra in the house like this.”
Satoru just shrugs, watching his little brother. “You know I don’t like the dogs in my room.”
“This is about your health.” Sakumo returns, exasperation creeping into his tone. “Your chakra system is still growing. Overuse at this age can cause irreparable harm. You have no need to use that barrier in this house, your safety is assured. The dogs see to that.”
“Maintaining it steadily is good practice. With time, it will become autonomous and I won’t ever need to take it down.” Satoru informs him, calmly.
If anything, Sakumo— and Momo— only look more alarmed. “That’s not a healthy way to live.” Sakumo protests.
Satoru privately agrees. He would know, as he’d lived an entire life behind that barrier before.
But if anything, this world is even more fraught with dangers than his last. Perfecting his invulnerability is paramount to his own continued existence.
There’s no point in continuing this argument, however. Sakumo and Satoru are simply two people who will never see eye to eye, and since Satoru wishes to maintain some kind of coexistence with the man for Kakashi’s sake, he elects not to escalate the situation by simply removing himself from it.
“Where are you going?” Sakumo raises his voice as Satoru pushes away from the table and heads towards the front entranceway.
He doesn’t look back as he says, “Minato-kun invited me out to train today.”
He absolutely did not, but Sakumo likes Minato, so he’s less likely to protest it. And knowing Minato, he probably is burning one of their few days off on a training ground somewhere.
Sakumo follows him to the genkan. “You haven’t even had breakfast yet.”
“I’ll pick something up on the way.” Satoru slips into his closed-toe boots. He refuses to wander around in those ridiculous sandals everyone wears here.
There’s an offbeat pause as Sakumo just watches him lace up his shoes, frowning deeply at his back. Satoru ignores it. At Sakumo’s heels, Momo is giving out the low, rumbling grow of disapproval he always does when he thinks Satoru is doing something to disrespect his pack leader. Satoru ignores that too.
Finally, Sakumo speaks. “... If this is about the dog contract—”
“It’s not.” Satoru cuts him off. “Jiraiya-sensei is still out of town, so I want to get in as much training as possible. I don’t want to fall behind.”
All of that is emphatically false. He’s probably not going to train at all— if anything, he’ll probably end up dozing in a tree somewhere. And he’s in absolutely no danger of ‘falling behind’ in anything, and they both know that.
“I’m leaving,” he tosses over his shoulder, as he opens the door.
There’s another long pause, but nonetheless Sakumo returns the words with the familiar reprise; “Please take care.”
Satoru shuts the door behind him. He’s several paces away from the house when his enhanced hearing catches wind of his father’s gusty sigh.
“Sometimes, I wonder if there’s any Hatake in him at all.” He hears Sakumo say to Momo, with his sensitive Hatake hearing.
He just continues walking down the hall, intent on getting out of here and finding Minato somewhere in the village to pester him just to let off steam.
Superman has always been friendly towards the menace known as Phantom. No one is sure how they met, but every once in a while Phantom shows up in Metropolis seemingly just to chat with Superman. Which makes sense, Superman is a great guy that looks for the peaceful solution and Phantom doesn't escalate unless provoked.
Some have tried to interview the hero's odd acquaintance, but even Clark Kent, that guy who interviewed Superman, hasn't managed it yet—though that's mainly because Phantom's visits end up falling on days where he has dates with his boyfriend planned, such bad luck.
It isn't until the Justice League is formed that anyone finds out Superman and Phantom have been in a relationship for years.
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these vids of him just running around new york r cute but im lowkey nervous when i see them bc like . this is cute right. but where is ur security…i dont trust ppl not to try something on him…..and im still a “criticize all american politicians” person like always but he probably the “best” we got so far so like. please dont get shot 😭 and WEAR A HELMET!!!!!!!
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Season 5 Cas is like, Dean and I have an obligation to each other because we both oppose the apocalypse and deny the roles given to us by heaven, it's a soldier's bond, we have a shared mission, and then he's so baffled and charmed when he shows up and Dean is like "Cas! Remember last time I made a reference and you said you didn't understand so I found a copy of the book/movie/tv show, let me show you all the reasons why humanity is worth saving, let me show you joy and comfort and friendship and laughter, let me show you why this is so much more than a mission, let me show you why this is not only the right thing but a good thing" and then Cas learns to love humanity through Dean
