thetimeisnowsomehow

So no. I don't want any of what clearly does not work. Alternative income streams that bring you joy are better than just one that makes you miserable but is normal.

Overuse of weird slang. Half the meanings lost. I remember in the week to week days you got a new chapter and 3 different translations and you try to put together what the fuck was said.

Like we got, edodara, rinnegan tits out Madara, Juubidara....

Just like there is one than one tobirama because we got alive and undead!

And hey what about manga AND anime! Slightly different artstyle and COLORS!

I look at kishis manga panels to calm down.

Thank you @everymadara

Sigh

Madara's virility was unrivaled. This was indisputable. Not that Tobirama had EVER been with another before him. No one had ever been so bold, so strong, so clever and so SHAMELESS as to bully the White Demon through his prudish vulnerability. It took time. A Long Time. And many small and great gives and takes of ground between them. Tobirama implies many things of his bold pursuers abilities. He was very much proven wrong.

So wrong in fact, he feels thoroughly defeated and somehow still losing! Madara has a terrible, violent touch even without desire. But with desire....he has an endless supply of twisted ideas! They have barely even done the same thing twice! That damned arrogant insufferable Uchiha is playing with him like a toy! The scientist in him is almost curious and impressed. Tobirama himself is furious. And a little afraid. He never saw this kind of intimacy coming. He doesn't know how to react. He feels a fool for falling for Madara's persuasions. Well spoken words and the body so strong he fears for his anija.

What Tobirama does NOT know (and never will) is that throughout this long courtship, Madara took a little longer on his missions. Spent a day or two enjoying the local fare, wares and specialities. Some one which, May have included a few brothels of curious tastes. With his hair a great curtain of mystery, and through the smoke, no one could see his active sharingan. Red and black memorizing a few interesting parts of the show.

Being a rather powerful shinobi gets you into a lot of strange places. Especially when you are already there, and know what to look for. He finds himself in the very dark and low back rooms on his second mission. He finished early to have the extra day to do this. Well not this, but to learn and watch. The smoke is rich and heavy and the lower rooms are invite only, and he was asked if he would like to view another later exclusive show as the other ended. Cautious but curious, he said yes.

It was depraved. It was.....intriguing. Salacious. Dangerous. High risk and high reward. Debauchery. Madara's eyes swirled red with interest. Now, he did not intend to learn quite so much about Himself as he prepared to devastate his future lover. But learning sometimes comes unannounced. Much like Madara did, imagining subjecting the white demon to his new knowledge.

Like it might be fun to stab stab stab but my facial pain would punish me forever.

Unless I made like elven jewelry. Which I would have to 3d print because my hands are the dislocating spider fingers that can't tolerate polish.

Billionaires should be put in places with me where I give my unhinged takes on shit because I am audhd as hell and wouldn't recognize them so I wouldn't be a liar. And they would get so reality checked they would be forever changed. But weird. And they would never see me again.

But I no longer talk much in public becuase if random shit like that

But like when there's a new naruto mobile animation comes out I'm fucking pumped. There was a mer fanart of one of my favorite the other day and I'm still mentally hoping it inspires a fanfic cause i want to read the picture more.

I like Fandom thoughts. I do not like thinking about bills. And I find a lot of social to be really....blah at best but usually draining.

So im not supposed to love my hyperfixations. But I am supposed to love random humans just becuase They are humans. What bunk.

I think it's also my cptsd which makes social more draining than expected. I am not at a point in my life where I Want to be social. Maybe someday but at this point in the journey I want myself, not the energy of others.

I got a little sleep!

I can sit upright a little longer!

I was able to eat enough!

I was able to shower!

I was able to write a bit!

But it feels like the world around me is yelling: WHY DONT YOU HAVE 8 STREAMS OF INCOME BY NOOOOOWWWW?!?!? why aren't you rich?!? What is the plan to be rich! You NEED TO BE RICH! the world is ending and you need to be rich.