┌ The Void ┐

1) This character stole some bread, they are the literal worst and if you like them you are personally endorsing stealing and are the literal worst.

2) This character stole some bread from my favourite character and DOES NOT DESERVE TO BE REDEEMED

3) This person drew art of this character stealing a loaf of bread and is romanticizing the act of stealing and is making fandom toxic.

4) This person wrote Problematic TM fic in which this character steals MORE LOAVES OF BREAD AND ISNT PUNISHED FOR IT how dare they.

5) I’m trying to make fandom a non toxic space for all of us so here’s a list of all the bloggers and artists who have created art which did not directly punish this character for stealing bread and on occasion have drawn them going on to steal more bread. Please don’t harass them =uwu=

If you post fic/art of characters stealing bread, you’re directly responsible for all bread-stealing that ever happened.

Even if Aladdin is a canon bread thief, do NOT make fic/art of Aladdin stealing bread!

YOU ARE EXPOSING MINORS TO DEPICTIONS OF CRIMINAL ACTS. YOU ARE AN ABUSER.

Getting the idea

I Get writer’s block ten words in.

Push through it

Some More

Finish it, looks at the chapter

Delete the awful chapter

But now I don’t have a plan B

Sit down and re-think my life

I need to get this done!

It’s done!

But now I have to read through it to find mistakes (aka look at it again).

It’s filled with typos and awful sentences.

It’s finished, It’s finished, I can’t keep fiddling!

Talking myself into posting it.

And then obsessively tracking every hit, comment or kudos.

¿Por qué?

¿Por qué se sentía tan agradecido que quería llorar?

—¿Suerte? Tú no sabes nada de mi, humano, seguir con vida debe ser mi maldición  —replicó con algo de dificultad—. Aún estás a tiempo de arrepentirte de tu decisión, humano. Aún estás a tiempo de impedir que mi mala suerte te contagie —era casi gracioso ver sus fútiles intentos de echar de su lado al único que, por una vez en su maldita vida se había parado a ayudarle.

Pero por eso mismo.

Sakakura sintió la necesidad de protegerle.

Incluso de si mismo.

Y de su maldita vida.

El dolor fue momentáneo pero intenso. Juzo apretó tan fuerte los dientes que le crujió la mandíbula pero le dio igual. Ni bajo pena de muerte dejaría que los encontrasen en aquella situación—. No eres nada delicado, humano —se quejó, la risa ahogada por culpa de la sangre se deslizó fuera de su garganta. Escupió nuevamente en el pasto. La sangre era oscura y espesa y Juzo se preguntó si quizá no iba a sobrevivir. Si quizá aquel acto de bondad era lo último que sus ojos presenciarían. Un acto de misericordia que le regalaba la vida como disculpa por todo lo demás.

—  Si llego a arrepentirme, ese será mi problema. —  Declaró con cruda honestidad, sonando altivo. — Ahora, sólo concéntrate en seguir vivo mientras termino aquí. —  Los ojos de aquella criatura no eran los de un ser con ansias de fallecer miserablemente; sólo por eso, puso un gran empeño en ir retirando cada trozo de madera que lastimaba las portentosas alas, cortando los excesos de las astillas más grandes antes de extraerlas, siguiendo un procedimiento similar al de la flecha. Para cuando hubo terminado, quizás había pasado una hora, y las sombras del moribundo atardecer caían sobre ellos.

Suspirando, se sentó sobre una roca para reposar unos momentos, fijando su mirada en el dragón. La expresión de su rostro lejos de la lástima, representaba seguridad, una seria determinación.

“You were the most important… (For Itachi)  However, he couldn’t reveal his true feelings for you.”

愛

When I was a child, from the time I was about four and could understand things, my mom told me and my brother that we should have a secret word. That way, if we were ever in trouble or felt unsafe and we didn’t want the people around us to know we needed her to come get us, we could let her know. So she let us pick the word and my brother and I chose the phrase “peanut butter cups.” (I’m happy to share the phrase now since both my brother and I are adults now). 

I used the phrase twice in my life. Once, I was at a friends house when I eight years old. Her dad got really drunk and was throwing things against the wall. I was really scared and I didn’t want to draw attention to myself on the phone when I called my mom to come get me because I didn’t know if he would get more violent if I asked her to come get me. So I called her and was calm and after a couple minutes I asked “Hey mommy, did you get me those peanut butter cups from the store?” And she said “I’ll be right there.” And she came and got me within minutes. 

Second, I was a teenager spending the night at a friends house. Her brother and dad were drinking and they started talking about things that made me uncomfortable - ie: what they liked to do to women. My friend didn’t seem perturbed and said that was normal for them and that I shouldn’t worry. But I was worried because they were really drunk and I was 15 and the only ‘woman’ around that wasn’t related to them. I went in my friends room, told her I needed to call my mom and say goodnight. Before I hung up with her I asked “Next time we go to the store, can we get some peanut butters cups? I’ve been craving them.” And she came and got me, just like that.