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Gai’s look is disapproving, and his eyes twitch a little when he sees Naruto scratch his cheek with his phone.

“You need to have discipline even when it comes to hygiene. A good fighter is disciplined in all areas of life, whether in or outside of training!”

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I have so many thoughts on this. Jana, why did you open this can of worms. I’ll try my best to condense and sum up.

Fiction that only contains morally upright decisions is boring. There would be no Sherlock Holmes if there wasn’t a murderer running about.

It’s hypocritical (point 1). Why is this only for the written word? No issues about paintings of murders? Or documentaries of animal abuse? Or biographies about wars?

It’s hypocritical (point 2). If writing = condoning, then why do these people not ‘cancel’ things because of the villain? No one is going to watch The Princess Bride and say “Well, obviously they support kidnapping, torture, and blackmail because that’s what Prince Humperdinck did.” Because guess what?? There are good people and bad people and normal people who make good or bad decisions every single day. 

And to counterpoint the obvious “argument” to that “he was depicted as a bad guy” -- Most bad guys are depicted as bad guys. One of the main rules in English classes is “the protagonist is not always the good guy” and “the antagonist isn’t necessarily the villain”. It’s up to the reader to use their brain and read what the author is saying, not what the character is.

Which brings me to my next point: with the one (1) exception of self-inserts, the character is never reflective of the author. A good author will actually keep their own thoughts out of the book and let the reader come to their own conclusions from the story. That’s actually a really big rule in writing.

ThInK oF tHe ChIlDrEn!! they cry, as they ignore things like personal responsibility, adult warnings, consent to see such fics, etc. No one’s forcing you to click on that explicit fic about two fictional adults both over the age of 18.

I AM NOT YOUR MOTHER. I’m not your babysitter, I’m not your guardian, I am not responsible for you and your actions. No one in fandom is. It is not on me to censor myself if you decide to waltz into my space.

This post. All of it.

And this one. It’s more important than the first one. 

          NO---...NO WAY...... her lower lip trembles, emerald eyes constricting from shock at the sight before her. ( she had watched them disappear into the midst ;; remembered the violent shudder down her spine when she realized they wouldn’t be coming back. ) SAKURA takes a rocky step back, unable to pull her gaze away from the shinobi crowned in golden locks. this had to be a dream. or a trap. 

             he still looks the same as he did from three years ago. whiskered cheeks, eyes like the ocean. as if he hadn’t aged a day. & she, more haggard and overworked. guilt-ridden & filled with remorse. 

Aina shuts her eyes and listens to him hum, not minding at all its imperfection. The sound thrums down her neck, across her shoulders and between her ribs. 

Naruto had grown to be quite insightful with age. He’s not wrong. Maybe it’s for the best that the universe doesn’t care? If it did, then it would have favorites and unfavorites, which doesn’t sound fair, either. 

She shrugs. “I...have more time t’ think ‘bout these things than I used to, I reckon. In Konoha, mostly th’ first thing I thought about when I woke up in th’ mornin’ was all th’ things I’s gonna do that day. Things that made me feel, ah...import’nt. Like I had a purpose. 

“Now when I wake up...I think about how unimport’nt I really am. I have no purpose ‘cept what I choose for myself. I hafta make up my own things t’ do ev’ry day. Like sit here with you on this beach. 

“Which’s fine. I like havin’ that kinda freedom, now. I can’t go back t’ livin’ th’ way I did b’fore. It’s just...”

For but a second, faces from the past flash in the orange darkness behind her eyelids. Dark brown, wrinkled skin. Blond hair. Blazing gold serpentine eyes. 

They don’t really anger her, anymore. Now they only impart her with a dull ache in her chest that lasts about as long as they decide to stay in her memory. She digs her own feet deeper into the sun-baked sand. Her callused fingers tap in her lap. 

“What the hell is your problem?!”

Sasuke gives the Uzumaki a shove at the chest. He feels like the blond’s had an attitude all night, at least towards him. He doesn’t care what time it is, or that they were in the middle of a parking lot. Didn’t care what prying eyes might be witness to the scene unfolding. If something was wrong, why wouldn’t Naruto just voice it already?

Drabbles: Kiss edition.

I want you, Naruto says. Inaudible, each syllable heard in every passing second of that kiss. The kiss that turned from playful to downright hungry. The kiss that stole Sasukes breath in a way seldom experienced. His heart trips over itself in his chest, trying to find its footing. 

Where did that come from? 

     @foxkage ♥

     Kakuzu was silent for a moment, glancing over the young man. He was intrepid, and determined, that was for sure.