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ino witnesses sakura's fake love confession. sai, of all people, seems to know exactly why sakura did this, but ino is left in the dark.

so many questionable loyalties. will ino side with sakura to secretly try to save sasuke? or is ino truly there to prevent a war with the cloud village, even if she has to betray sakura to accomplish this?

This reply is super super late (as evidenced by the Happy New Year lol) but I hope you enjoy!

Cutting - in my opinion, the most labor intensive part of the process. The amount of time/effort needed varies depending on the pattern and if seam allowance is included or marked separately, but no matter what this process can not be done by machine. Each and every panel and piece of fabric that goes into a garment must be cut by hand by a person.

Pinning/clipping - pinning (or clipping) is the stage at which you align the pieces you are going to be stitching together and hold them together with — you guessed it! — either pins or clips. This can not be done by machine.

Stitching - the actual sewing. This can be done by a sewing machine, but that machine still needs to be operated by a human being.

Ironing/pressing - two words that mean the same thing. The iron itself is a machine, but once again, it needs to be operated by a human being.

Finishing - depending on the technique you use, there are certain finishing techniques that can only be done by hand. But, let’s assume we’re talking about fast fashion, which is usually just finished with a simple overlock/serger. Once again: these machines need to be operated by people.

These are just the basic steps to making a garment, and don’t include textile arts that I am not as knowledgeable about, such as weaving, knitting, and crochet. Also, it is important to note that there are a lot of things that can only be done by hand, such as certain stitches and decorative techniques.

Also, the machinery being operated in textile factories is not equivalent to a domestic sewing machine. We’re talking about one of these guys:

See that gray cylinder under the table, behind the knee pedal? That’s the motor. These machines can sew through your fingers bones and all and not even stop. The people in these factories and sweatshops are operating heavy machinery, and are subject to all the risk that comes with that in addition to all of the work I mentioned above.

Trying a different style and working on something my kiddo can see. They will forever be my favorite.

I saw this when running newpipe. But wait, it gets deeper. I clicked on the details buttons and it said as of today, we have 83 days left until Google rolls out this new requirement for apps inside and outside of the google play store. If any developer disagrees with their new terms and fees, they will be blocked!

I'll share some of the info below:

Looks like they're trying to nuke the remaining privacy and freedoms we have left on the internet.

What to do?

-Get your developer friends to not comply to their new guides

- Sign the open letter on the site and take action by checking out the full resources list on their website as well!

To summarize, this is all daunting especially when you feel all alone with unfair and inhumane regulations comming out faster than improvements but we got this working together!

Share the link with your friends, family and anyone who will listen!

Kakashi chose his coffee shop not because of the coffee (he doesn’t give a crap about coffee) but because it’s the only one he could find with no windows.

There’s no window seating

No window’s near the door

The place is a hole in the wall that uses artificial light.

He realises Kakashi avoids windows when they’re teenagers and makes it his personal missions to scope any place they go to before hand.

He’ll reserve a table at restaurants that have minimal or no windows, always in the back corner so Kakashi can have his back against a wall.

When they’re looking at houses the first thing he says is that whatever place they choose will be changed to bullet proof glass before they move in, and he see’s Kakashi visibly relax.

word: soup

hope you're well!

Thank you 💜💜💜 i am well, just struggling with some personal things right now.

-Soup-

“Here,” a clatter rose Sakumo from his work. Glancing up, he found a bowl sitting in front of him, steam rising from it in a slow, mesmerising pattern.

“What’s this?” He asked, glancing up at Tsunade just as she turned her back on him and focused her attention on the table sitting beside his bed.

“Soup,” her voice was strained when she spoke, emotions buried deep down beneath her words. “Good for recovery.”

“You made soup?” The thought made him smile for the first time in months. Tsunade could cook, but one of her least favourite places to be was the kitchen.

It was like a prison made espeshally for her. Even going in to get a quick snack was a struggle for her some days.

“Not me, Kakashi.”

That made more sense. Even at the tender age of five his son was better at a lot of things than most adult. That included cooking.

“Well, thank you.”

His hands didn’t move.

He wanted to reach for the soup, but he also didn’t want to.

His brain was fighting with itself. One part screaming that he was hungry, the other part insisting that it would be better if he just-

“Stop it,” a pen flicked against his forehead, dragging him out of his thoughts for the second time in five minutes. “If you spiral i’m going to have to keep you here longer.”

“You shouldn’t-“

“What?” She ground out from behind clenched teeth. “Try? Do my job? Care?”

Care

There was pain in her voice when she said that word. Like she was suffocating on it, trying to push it out in the same carefree way she usually did.

“Well too bad,” she continued, her back still turned to him. “I will try, no matter what. I will do my job even if you or Sensei don’t think i should.”

Sensei.

It made sense. Of course Lord Third thought she was waisting her time.

A shinobi who couldn’t complete his mission was worthless.

“I do care,” her voice cracked, and he was certain that if he could see her face he’d see tears slipping down her cheeks. “I’m not the only one either, you idiot.”

“Kakashi’s better of-“

“He’s not,” she rounded on him, those tears he expected staining her beautiful face while she glared at him with a fiery anger he was usually fortunate enough to avoid. “He needs you, no matter what you think. We all do. And it’s not just about needing you, we want you here, Sakumo.”

“I’m a failure.”

“I don’t care,” she hissed.

Lowering his head, he sighed.

Was it possible to make her understand that it was better this way? That Kakashi should have left him laying on the floor of their home bleeding, instead of running off to find Tsunade.

Could she or anyone else ever truly understand why he’d made the choice he did.

“Yua wouldn’t want you-“ at the mention of his wife he squeezed his eyes shut.

There were a lot of things Yua wouldn’t want.

She wouldn’t want him to suffer the broken heart he’d carried since the day she died.

She wouldn’t want him to leave their son in the world alone when the same small mistake could lead to his own demise.

She wouldn’t want him to die, just as Tsunade said.

But she’d understand. That he knew.

She’d meet him on the other side, scold him, and then pull him into a tight embrace and hold him there for as long as he needed.

She always understood.

“Eat,” tapping the bowl with her pen, Tsunade forced a tender smile onto her face when he dared to look ip again.

It wasn’t genuine, but it was something warm.

Something kind in a village that had so cruelly turned its back on him.

Finally, his hand reached for the soup. The side’s were still warm, though the steam had begun to fade.

In that warmth he could feel his son’s love. A love he’d never doubted for a moment, and had returned with so much strength that he’d tried to save him from the suffering of being a failures son.

“He needs you,” Tsunade repeated, the smile now gone off her face but the kindness still shining bright in her eyes. “Let us take care of Komoha. You take care of him.”

His hesrt broke at the offer.

He didn’t needd to fight anymore.

He didn’t have to be a shinobi.

He could just be there for Kakashi, and maybe that was good enough.

“I’m sorry…”