Bury me in a meadow of flowers
Without covering my withered eyelids
That something may sprout from them, if
I didn't grow up to be a happy man...
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The cultural significance of
Akatsuki amvs to “calling all the monsters” or “pokerface”
the Kakuhida and Sasodei “anything you can do” I can do better animatics.
“Akatsuki funny pictures” with the songs hamster dance, witch doctor, and boom boom boom boom.
The yaoi, seme, uke, lemon discourse. The “ukes” randomly ending up in skirts and dresses
The various mpreg Akatsuki fanfics. The Akatsuki fan children.
Kisaita, Sasodei, Kakuhida and tobizet amvs with the “warning yaoi. Don’t like don’t watch.” Or “warning boy x boy. Please no flames”
The Akatsuki cat fics.
Them literally being the tumblr sexy men.
The random “glomps” and Japanese words throughout fanfics.
The skinny black jeans and converse fits in every fanfic.
The Akatsuki high school fics where they were all bad boys and wore hoodies with the cloud on it.
The rock band aus.
The random ocs that somehow always got with Itachi.
The Akatsuki cosplay videos on yt and the awkward cosplays posted on deviantart.
The Akatsuki forums.
The Akatsuki members having to share one bed while traveling.
The end notes where the author would argue with the Akatsuki members.
Naruto joining the Akatsuki. The various fanfics and artwork that had an obsession with collars.
The time where people were confused about Deidara and Konan’s gender, sasori was drawn with white hair, and people thought Tobi was a teenager.
The ships sasori x zetsu, konan x Hidan, Madara x Deidara, Tobi x Zetsu, Itachi x Deidara.
The fangirls and ocs harassing the members and konan being a fujoshi.
The Akatsuki dress up flash games.
Sigh….what a time to be alive
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*Kisame, sitting behind Itachi, attempting to braid his hair*
Kisame: I don’t think I’ll ever get over how soft your hair is. How silky, how smooth. It’s really just —
Itachi: Kisame … do you want to have sex with me?
Kisame, turning red and dropping his hands from Itachi’s hair: W-what — !
Itachi, turning to face him: It’s just, I feel so bad. I almost feel like … like I’m teasing you. We hug and we kiss and we share a bed but we’ve never done that. Sometimes I feel like you really want to, and I feel like I’m depriving you of that.
Kisame: Itachi. Surely you remember that talk we had way back at the beginning, when you told me that you’d tried sex in your anbu days and afterwards felt so bad that you cried for three days?
Itachi: Yes, but, I’m older now. I clearly wasn’t emotionally ready back then, and that experience wasn’t with someone I loved, the way I love you. It’s not fair to you to keep you waiting so long. So I think that —
Kisame: *takes Itachi’s hands and kisses each one gently*
Kisame: It’s truly remarkable that even with that sharingan of yours, you fail to see things clearly. I’m very, very much in love with you. You mean more to me than anything. Sex does not have to be a part of our relationship for it to be any more meaningful than it is right now.
Itachi: But —
Kisame: If you wish to try sex again one day, for your own desires, I will be happy to take that step with you. But this way? Doing it because you think it’s something you owe me? No. That’s wrong. I’ve never been happier than I am than when I’m with you. Nothing will change that. Okay?
Itachi: *puts both arms around Kisame and hugs him tightly* Okay. Thank you, Kisame. And for what it’s worth … *blushes* I’m very much in love with you, too.
Kisame: *smiles and pats Itachi’s back* And that’s the biggest honor of my life. *pulls back and chuckles* Besides, if we were doing that, I doubt we’d get along as well as we do now.
Itachi: What do you —
*from down the hall*
Kakuzu: Get up, idiot. Those sheets need to go in the washer!
Hidan: For fucks sake, relax, old man! Can’t this shit wait until tomorrow?!
Kakuzu: With your sweat and … other fluids, all over them? No! *the sound of Kakuzu pulling the sheets out from under Hidan, and Hidan rolling against the wall* So move!
Hidan: You bastard, whose fault is it that I got your precious sheets dirty?! Did I do this to myself? No! It’s your fault! So shut the fuck up about it!
Kakuzu: You damned brat, you — *they continue to loudly argue as Kakuzu hauls the bedspread to the washing machine*
Itachi, to Kisame: … I see your point.
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