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cerinefalls · 3 years

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𝐁𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐢𝐜 𝐁𝐫𝐚𝐭

(𝐴 𝐵𝑎𝑘𝑢𝑔𝑜 𝐾𝑎𝑡𝑠𝑢𝑘𝑖 𝑥𝑅𝑒𝑎𝑑𝑒𝑟)

Category: Slice of life/Comedy

Here today we have UA highschool, a source of trauma for some, and a source of-

"Babies!" Ms. Joke exclaimed with a clap. "Today, hero courses from Shiketsu and UA will team up. You will each be put in pairs and assigned a baby to watch over."

Some students clapped and cheered at the announcement. Others... were not as happy. One of such students was Katsuki Bakugo, a fellow first year at UA.

You looked at him, his grumbles rather hard to ignore. He was exuding a tense feeling. A mix of fear and regret it seemed.

You couldn't stare too long, though. He'd noticed you, and of course this meant he'd have to assert himself.

"Hey, extra! Hell are you staring at?" His face appeared visibly annoyed, yet his hands were in his pockets as if this were second nature to him.

'extras'

A word he used often. This time felt more personal than all the others, though. He was singling you out from the crowd, and an unfortunate wave of attention was sent your way.

You didn't get much of a chance to reply, either. Bakugo was loud, and it seemed Aizawa wasn't up for the embarrassment from this problem child.

"You're with them, Bakugo." The tired man sighed, waving a dismissive hand at his explosive student.

Katsuki scowled, and in this situation, it's best to ignore him. Ignore him you did! Turning your attention back to Ms. Joke.

"And that's all you need to know, really!" The cheerful woman beamed. "Any questions?"

Thank the heavens Midoriya kept notes, otherwise no one wouldve asked for the recap of instructions you'd missed due to Bakugo's outburst.

"Partners will work together over the weekend and care for a robotic baby. It needs to eat, drink, be changed, paid attention to, and entertained the whole time." She explained simply. "This will take place in the UA dorms, and you'll be temporarily moved in with your partner."

Start digging now, because it seemed Aizawa had doomed you in his attempt to quiet the human grenade. Katsuki Bakugo was unwillingly your babysitting accomplice.

You turned to see how he felt about it. His face was unreadable. He wore a mild frown, evident of neutrality, but his eyebrows were raised in what looked to be either acceptance or... dread. It was genuinely hard to tell.

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Fast-forward to a few hours later and dorms have been set up. By some off chance, Bakugo chose to bunk with you. How fun! Except, there was a level of discomfort that came with it.

That became all the more obvious when the two of you sat in silence. Katsuki's mattress laid on the left side of the room, yours on the right. The robotic baby sat in a bassinet between the two of you, silent for the time be.

"Those bastards went all out with the preparations, didn't they." Bakugo sighed. He broke the silence with that sentence, leaving room for you to reply.

"Yeah, guess they did." You laughed awkwardly. The silence returned.

It seemed he noticed, because he sighed and stood up, walking towards you with an apathetic expression.

"Look," He began, keeping his eyes averted from you while he spoke. "I get that if we're going to practice taking care of this thing we need to get along, so..."

"Y/N." You introduced yourself. Bakugo was being nice, what a shock. Well, perhaps nice was a stretch, but he was showing a mature level of neutrality to reach a common goal. It was a pleasant change.

He began tapping his foot, pondering his next words when a loud cry erupted from the center of the room.

He jumped at the sudden noise, cursing under his breath. Bakugo attempted to play it off and turn around to look down at the bionic siren.

"What's wrong with it?" You asked, unable to see past his shoulders into the crib.

"Hell if I know-" He was going to continue that sentence, but soon you were both holding your breath. A putrid smell filled your dorm room.

"Oh no..." You'd slowly realized what'd happened. It had begun.

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After a long, painful journey through parenthood, the deed was done. Who knew a fake child could cause such real problems. At least you walked out unscathed. Bakugo on the other hand, was no so lucky.

"The hell did they feed that thing?" He grumbled to himself as the two of you walked to the washrooms. You kept the freshly changed baby in your arms while he went to wash his hands.

"It's not like there's real germs involved, Bakugo. Just a smell." You heard someone attempt to comfort your unhappy partner when he'd turned the corner.

"Shut up, shitty hair." So it was Kiri who'd attempted to calm him. Nice try.

Once Bakugo finished in the restroom and was no longer a danger to himself or others, you left the baby with him. It was your turn to wash up, and hopefully this time there would be no issues while you weren't paying attention.

You washed from your finger tips to your forearms meticulously. Why? Katsuki Bakugo despised filth, and he would surely know if you hadn't done as you were instructed.

It was getting late. Almost eight at night, and you just realized something. Earlier in the day, everyone was told to get ready. The washrooms were packed, and you'd had no time to shower. This would be no issue if you were teamed with anyone else, but because of who it was, you had no other choice.

"Bakugo?" You crept quietly out of the washroom, poking half of your body out just far enough for him to see you.

"What is it, Y/N?" He called back. Did he sound... sleepy? No, there was no way. No high schooler got tired at eight. Especially no UA student. The idea was too far fetched.

"Is it alright if I leave you with them a while longer? I need to shower." That came out quieter than expected. It was uncertain how Katsuki felt about children, let alone babies, so asking this was nerve wracking.

Bakugo paused, his face indifferent. It was clear he thought a while before choosing an answer to your question.

"It's fine. We're partners, so if you've got to shower... make it quick. I'm going to put this load of crap to bed." And with that, he got up and left. Bakugo headed straight for your room and shut the door behind him.

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'Make it quick' he said. Sadly for him, unless you consider half an hour quick, those were the directives that you didn't follow.

After drying off your body and patting through your hair, you slipped on some nightclothes and walked out of the room. The dormitory was pitch black when you came out. Everyone had a baby to put to bed, after all.

Slowly approaching and entering your room, you were shocked to see it was dark and quiet. Silent even, all aside from the snore of your partner. You giggled. They weren't joking when they said Bakugo went to bed at eight thirty.

The creak of the door as you pushed it further open seemed to wake him, though. He yawned and sat up, holding a finger to his lips. Why? In his other arm was the baby, it's bionic brain fast asleep. You tip toed closer to inspect the scene.

"The asshole wouldn't fall asleep until I laid it with me." Bakugo groggily complained, sitting up slowly as to not wake the uncomfortably realistic techno brat.

"Ah... should I take it so you can rest, then?" You asked a genuine question, but the face your co-parent made indicated he'd taken it as a challenge.

Of course. Katsuki 'don't underestimate me' Bakugo was angry with you for questioning whether he could do it or not. At least he had the head on his shoulders tight enough to remember he shouldn't scream at you. If he did, it'd be trouble for everyone on your floor.

"Since you don't think I can do it, you come join me. Watch this thing while I sleep." He retorted in a shockingly calm tone.

"What? With you? Why would I do that when they put your bed in here so we could have space?" You replied, a bit taken aback.

"So you can see I can do it with or without you. Can't move the damn thing, anyway." Bakugo groaned. He was clearly tired. Cranky may even be the word to describe him.

You shook your head, heading towards your own side of the room. You didn't get very far, though.

"Hey, that's not fair." The tired blonde hothead was clearly upset now, but for what reason was still a mystery. "If I've got to sleep with this thing and you're still gonna doubt me, you have to stay with me." Of course.

You stayed silent for a few seconds, lost for words. His logic made sense, but you weren't sure on whether it was a good idea. In theory, it was the perfect chance for him to prove himself, and for you two to act as a real couple would when caring for a child. On the other hand, this was meant to reflect hero work. Not a family scenario, but one where a child was being babysat. It was a hard call.

Bakugo could sense you were unsure about it, and questioned why in his head. After he finished thinking it through, it made sense to him why you'd hesitate. He turned over and laid back down. "Forget I said anything."

His words snapped you from thinking, and you felt as though he may have gotten the wrong idea. "Wait. I'll do it to watch them while you rest." It was past his bedtime after all, and if you admitted to doing it for his pride he would've chewed you out.

You dragged a blanket from your bed to his, laying on the other side of the baby. Soon enough, you heard Bakugo snoring again, and you were the only one awake in your dorm. Quiet and peaceful, as it should be.

You watched the baby as you said you would. It was merely eight forty five, and had you gone to sleep, the baby could've easily woken up moments later. You wanted to keep your word to him, so you stayed awake and watched over the baby.

Crickets and wind, a calm mix of sound flood in through the window. A sleepy combination of whistles and cool air. Your comforter sat over you heavily, warm and snug. That means when you felt something reach over and hug you, it startled you a bit due to the unexpectedness.

You remained calm. Waking the baby would be an awful mistake. This was confusing, though. When you checked, Bakugo was still fast asleep. This was an unconscious action.

Consciousness aside, it was cute. Did Katsuki sleep with stuffed animals? It would explain why he'd hugged you in his sleep. Regardless of the reason, this comfortable position lead to you dozing off. Sooner or later, silence was spread across all of the UA dorms. The babies had really tired out these young heroes. Perhaps tomorrow would be more peaceful.

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svucarisiaddict · 5 years

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can you do a nick one where the reader is a detective and she ends up in a hostage situation and the hostage taker puts the gun to her head and says something like “you love her. Don’t you?” To nick and he has to admit it

//This is so long! Sorry! I’m talking 2500+words…I get a bit carried away sometimes//

Soft light started filtering through the curtains waking you from your peaceful slumber. A heavy arm was over your body holding you in place which was fine and dandy with you. Mornings like this were few and far between for you and Nick so you were relishing every second.

“You awake?” Nick mumbled as he nuzzled his nose in your hair. His hand skimmed down your bare thigh. “Cause if your not. I’m about to give you a very rude awakening.”

“Hmmm…just how rude?” You shifted your hips to press back into Nick.

“Obscenely rude,” he replied.

“Oh, how I love Saturdays.”

Nick peppered kisses on your shoulder and down your arm while his hand traveled over your belly slowly making his way to the juncture between your thighs. Nick’s phone rang and buzzed on the nightstand. He groaned as he rolled away from you to answer. “Amaro. Got it Liv. I’ll be there in 20. No. It’s okay. I’ll call her. See ya.”

“How bad?” you asked as you sat on the side of the bed before standing and wrapping the sheet around you.

“Bad bad,” Nick answered. “Rape, homicide and hostage situation.” He pulled on his boxers and started redressing.

“Jesus. Guess that answers my next question about a shower. What time is it anyway?”

“Uh, just after 6am. You finish getting dressed. I’ll get the coffee going.” He rounded to your side of the bed and kissed your cheek. “Good morning by the way, .”

“It would’ve been a lot better if Liv hadn’t have called,” you grumbled.

Thirty minutes later you and Nick rolled up to the scene. Liv and Carisi were already there and Fin was pulling up at the same time as you.

“Mornin’ guys. Didn’t you wear that suit yesterday, Amaro? Dry cleaners closed or somthin’?” He smirked.

You hid a grin behind your coffee cup. Fin knew about you and Nick but put on that he didn’t. You had a pretty great partner in Fin. Usually, Nick had an extra suit at your place. Unfortunately, the suit he had on was extra from when he stayed the previous night.

Nick nodded his head. “Yeah. Something like that.”

The three of you reached Liv and Carisi to get a briefing on the situation at hand. She gave you a quick rundown. A man followed his ex and her new boyfriend home. Raped her, killed the new boyfriend and was now holding her and her roommate hostage.

“Hey, Nick. Is that the same suit from yesterday?” Sonny asked as the group walked to the mobile command.

“Shut up, Carisi,” Nick said.

“Sorry, Sarge,” Sonny replied.

Liv eyed you and Nick but didn’t comment. “Well now that we’ve all acknowledged that Nick is wearing the same suit he did yesterday can we please get back to the case?” She gave pointed looks to you and Nick. “Okay, guys name is Jake Malone.”

Your ears perked at the name. “The hostage taker? He early 30’s, tall, red hair?” you asked.

“Think you know him?” Fin asked.

“Possibly. An old roommate had a brother by that name. Probably a coincidence,” you concluded.

“Here is his picture,” Liv said as she passed you the tablet she had in he hand.

“It is him. Holy shit,” you mumbled. Something in his eyes was different. He was always happy, the life of the party, his eyes bright, but now they just looked sad. “Has anyone made contact with him?”

“Just one phone call from the negotiator but he hung up,” Liv informed you.

“Let me talk to him. Maybe if it’s someone he knows he’ll be more open to talking,” you suggested.

“You’re not going in there,” Nick blurted out. “Too dangerous. Even more so because he knows you.”

Everyone’s eyebrows shot up in surprise at Nick’s outburst. Except for you. Right now you were shooting him daggers. Smooth, Nick. Real smooth. “Who do you think you are? Last I checked I could make my own decisions,” you snapped.

Nick pointed a finger in the air at you. “I’m your sergeant and your-” Nick stopped his speech right before he outed the two of you the squad, half the ESU and negotiations. “I’ll go. I doubt he wants to talk to a woman right now since he feels like he was screwed over by one.”

“You may be my sergeant but Liv has final say.” Crossing your hand over your chest you turned your attention to her. “So. Do you think I can handle it?”

She stood silent for a moment no doubt replaying the interaction that you and Nick just had. Liv looked between you and Nick. “Get your vest on,” she directed you.

“Your alpha male is showing,” you said in passing. You made it a point to shoulder check him.

“Really mature,” he mumbled.

“Fin you stay close to her, but out of sight,” Liv ordered.

“On it,” Fin replied. He jogged to catch up with you. “Trouble in paradise?” he asked you.

You looked around to be sure no one could hear you. “It’s like all of a sudden he sees me like some fragile porcelain doll,” you answered. “Drives me nuts.”

“He sees as more than a fellow cop now. The dynamic of your relationship has changed. Nick has always been protective but now that you two are…well together that protectiveness just went into overdrive,” Fin explained.

“You ready? We got him on the phone.” The negotiator said.

You nodded and took the phone as he passed it to you. “Jake? It’s Y/F/N Y/L/N. I’d like to come up and talk with you if that’s okay?” He repeated your name then was silent. He finally agreed but only without a gun and you had to come alone. “That’s not a problem, Jake. I’m giving my gun to my partner right now.” You unholstered your gun handing it over to Fin.

When Nick saw what you were doing he shook his head and started stalking toward you. You halted him with one look. He clenched his jaw but stayed put.

The walk up the five flights of stairs felt like it took forever. When you reached the apartment you rapped on the door. A woman opened the door with the chain attached. “I’m Y/N.” The door closed and you heard the chain slide open. You were ushered in quickly. The woman that opened the seemed unharmed physically but she was terrified. Her eyes were big as she opened the door. “What’s your name?” you asked the brunette.

“Tori,” she said.

“It’s okay, Tori. I’m gonna get you out of here,” you said in a calm voice.

Holding your hands up you made eye contact with Jake. It had been a couple years that you had seen him. His eyes were haunted.

He blinked rapidly and shook his head. “Y/N? I’m sorry. I don’t know why I did it,” he said in a shaky voice. His arm was around her neck with a gun pushed to her head.

“Cause you’re a psycho. I should have known as soon as we started dating,” the blonde said. Must be the ex, Mandy.

This was your opportunity, a little role reversal. “Okay, Mandy. What did you do him?”

The look she gave you could kill. After a beat, she understood what you were trying to do. “I-I had a miscarriage, cheated on him,” she stammered. “I’m so sorry, Jake. It was wrong.”

“Too late for apologies. Our baby is gone. Maybe you should have thought about that before you became a slut,” he spat.

“I’m sorry you have to go through that. That was a horrible thing to do,” you empathized.

He lowered the gun. “I just want to be happy again,” he said.

“I know you do. What you went through, I can’t imagine.” You bite your bottom lip then took a deep breath. “Why don’t let these two go. So we can sit and talk,” you suggested.

His phone started ringing. “That will be my lieutenant. She wants to help get everyone out safely,” you stated.

He never broke eye contact with you as he answered the phone. “Hello? They’re fine. No. No. I won’t do that.” He took a deep breath then pushed on the screen of the phone setting it on a nearby table. “Tell him you are okay. He doesn’t believe me.”

“This is Sargeant Amaro. How is everyone?”

Fucking Nick. “We’re fine, Sergeant. Jake is calm. We’re talking.” The other women chimed in saying they were fine. “We were talking. Jake is going to let Tori go. Right, Jake?”

Jake put his hand to his head. “I dunno.”

“If you cooperate with them, they work with you, Jake,” you reminded him.

“Go. Fucking go.”

“Tori. Head out, slowly.” She nodded her head in acknowledgment. You breathed a sigh of relief when she got out the door. “Tori is coming down now.”

“Thank you-” Nick was saying but Jake ended the call.

Mandy tried to squirm out of his grasp. “Not you,” he said and tightened his arm around her neck.

“Please, Jake. I’m sorry. I-I want to come back. I was stupid-” she begged before she was cut off by Jake.

“You really think I want you back? A cheating whore?” he said with disgust. “I want someone that will stay loyal, honest…”

You knew ESU had cameras, mics, snipers in place by this time. It’s what I want too. Hard to find it these days. Seems all anyone wants is a roll in the hay, then see ya later.”

Jake eyed you skeptically. “Yeah. Or they act like they want to be with you but don’t actually make the commitment.”

You smiled. “You really seem to get me. Why didn’t we talk more when I and your sister were roommates?”

He actually gave you a smile. “I was too shy. You were older and just seemed out of my league.” Jake started loosening his grip on Mandy. “Do-do you have a boyfriend?”

“I really wouldn’t call him that,” you scoffed. “Probably using me like every other man has. Guess I’ll take what I can get. It’s really all I deserve.” Looking up at him through your lashes you said, “makes me wonder if there are any good guys left out there.”

“Those are boys. Men don’t treat women like that,” Jake stated. “You deserve better than whoever it is you’re with right now.”

“You’re right.” Taking a couple cautious steps toward Jake you said, “let Mandy go. Me and you, we need to be alone. Talk.”

The phone rang again. “Answer it,” he directed. “On speaker.”

Slowly you reached for the phone. “This is Detective Y/L/N.”

“This is Lieutenant Benson. Is Jake able to talk?” she asked.

“He’s here, Liv.” You nodded at Jake.

“Hello?” he said.

“I want to thank you for letting Tori go. What can we do for you?”

Jake looked to you. “It’s okay. Liv is a good person. She’ll help you,” you insisted.

“Nothing you can give me,” he said.

“How about you let Mandy go? We’ll help you get out safe,” she offered.

“I can stay with him. He doesn’t want to be alone,” you said. You could hear Nick in the background swearing and saying no way. Liv covered the speaker to block Nick. Once he had either calmed down or moved away she came back on the phone.

“Can you do that? Can you let Mandy go and Y/N can stay?” Liv asked.

Jake furrowed his brow. The hand holding the gun clenched around the handle and released. He was contemplating his choices. Jake nodded quickly.

You let out breath you didn’t know you were holding. “Liv? Mandy is on her way.”

“Great. That’s great, Jake. Thank you for working with us,” Liv said.

Mandy slowly slipped out of Jake’s arm. She cautiously walked to the door, her eyes flicking from you back to Jake. You heard the door the door open then click shut in short succession. Just you and Jake. Your mind raced with thoughts of how you were going to get out of this one. “Why don’t we sit?” you said.

Jake took a seat on the couch then gestured you to join him. “Tell me. This guy you’re with, do you work with him?”

“I do. Which was a bad decision right out of the block. I thought he may be different but…” you sighed. The things you were telling Jake were real feelings. Fin tried to talk you out of getting involved. But by the time he had found out you were in too deep with Nick. The scary part was you had fallen in love with Nick months ago.

“You love him?” he asked.

It wasn’t a question you had expected. “Yeah. Pretty sure he doesn’t feel the same. Unrequited love has to be one of the worst feelings in the world.”

A commotion at the door startled both you and Jake. Nick came busting through the door. Jake grabbed you and put the gun at your side. “Who the hell are you?” he screamed.

“Sargeant Amaro. Put the gun down, Jake!” Nick warned. He turned his eyes to you, clearly afraid. He mouthed “I’m sorry.”

“It’s you. Isn’t it? The one that has been playing Y/N,” Jake challenged.

“I’m not playing her. I love her,” Nick said softly. His eyes shifted to yours.

The next thing you knew Jake was on the floor holding his knee. The sniper finally had a clean shot. Nick rushed over and kicked the gun from Jake’s reach. ESU burst through the doors as Nick was cuffing him. Once he was taken out of the apartment by ESU it was just you and Nick.

Nick took your hand to lead you out the door. “Let’s get you checked out by the EMT’s”

“I’m fine-”

Nick sighed then mumbled. “Can’t you ever do anything you’re told?”

“Now what fun would that be?” you joked.

Nick waited for you until you got the all clear from the paramedics. He put his arm around your shoulders as you walked to the car. “I want to talk about earlier when I said I love you-”

“It’s okay, Nick. I know you said it because there was a gun held on me,” you gave him a tight smile. “I get it. Going through a divorce-”

Nick stopped and grasped your shoulders. “I love you, Y/N,” Nick interrupted you this time. He didn’t give you time to say anything as he leaned over and kissed you. Like a reflex, his arms encircled your body and yours wrapped around his neck.

Cheers, claps, and whistling made the two of you stop and giggle. When you turned Liv was the first person you saw. She had her fingers between her lips eliciting a high pitched whistle.

“Bout time!” Fin called.

Sonny was clapping and smiling wide.

“I think we have everyone’s approval,” Nick said with a beaming smile.

“Seems so.” You put your hand on Nick’s chest. “ I love you too, Nick.” This time you stood on tiptoe to give him a kiss much to the delight of the audience.

#nick amaro #nick amaro x reader #law and order svu #detectives in love

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transguygardner · 5 years

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Thoughts on Guy Gardner’s Hair

im going to start this saying that i love guy’s bowl cut (i wear guy’s bowl cut everyday). it is haircut that literally no other character in dc comics have except his own clone

the bowl cut showed up in 1985 when joe staton redesigned guy gardner to reflect his new status as a green lantern. staton himself has said it’s an ugly haircut but the reason he chose it is because guy had been in a coma in a hospital for x years and a bowlcut, in theory, is a quick easy haircut for a nurse to perform on any coma patients. since then it became guy’s signature look for the next decade.

since guy is a character that uses his own name and also has anywhere from two to ten other green lanterns hanging around earth having a signature look that’s obnoxious and recognizable is good branding both in universe and out. it became his own version of guy fieri’s bleach blonde tips and goatee (a look that fieri has wanted to change but cannot due to branding). it makes sense that he keeps it when using the yellow ring not just because he’s striking off as a solo hero and needs to keep some recognizable elements in universe. but also because joe staton is drawing him again.

when he becomes warrior it is him explicitly trying to distance himself from his old look, a look that had been co-oped by his evil clone. i think it’d also had been reasonable to assume that buck wargo wouldve hired a stylist team for guy since he was using guy’s name to help make the warrior’s bar a success. keeping him visually distant from his old look as a green lantern because thats not what he was anymore.

when he becomes a green lantern again he gets handed an undercut. which is an updated version of a bowl cut. and tbh depending on the length and style of your bowl cut it can be styled into a non bowl undercut. but a decade or so later, bowl cuts have become trendy again. i usually see them on waify art students as opposed to the range of young boys to men in their late 20s that it was seen on in the 90s

then later when guy is a red lantern after a time skip it appears that he has just been letting his hair grow and not doing any maintenance on it forming what i like to call the jeff foxworthy look. this look illustrates how guy is feeling on the inside. he’s worn down and struggling. the anger that keeps him alive is also slowly killing his spirit and his personality. he’s coping poorly. its been said about jem and the holograms character pizzazz that in the comic the shorter her hair is the less power and control she feels she has. i’d say that the opposite is being shown for guy. the longer his hair is the worse he is doing.

in cartoons its been a pretty even split bowl cut vs undercut. with btbab and the lego dc stuff using guy’s bowl cut and then gltas and young justice using the undercut. it makes sense for btbab to use the bowl cut because they went with more classic looks for the majority of their characters (notable examples being green arrow and catwoman) and tbh i dont think legos can really do an undercut and have it look good.

so personally i feel that if guy gardner is a green lantern he should have a bowl cut or undercut. because its part of his brand. if he is stationed on earth i think he should choose the bowl cut because that’s his brand there. especially since joe gardner hasn’t been used in almost 20 years. and then the undercut can be used when he’s not stationed on earth. as long as no one draws his hair like in the star trek crossover. though if we were going to stick with one i would say stick with the bowl cut because everyone is getting undercuts now and half the artists drawing them don’t know how to do a fade so it looks bad half the time by accident.

the bowl cut is iconic and instantly recognizable

#guy gardner

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sugakookiessss · 7 years

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tagged by @01bri . thank you so much!!!

Rules: Answer these 92 statements and tag 20 people

LAST:

1. Drink: peach green tea from starbucks 2. Phone call: my mom 3. Text message: my friend viviana bc i was telling her about this old lady giving me the stink-eye for blasting celia cruz out the car lol 4. Song you listened to: tequila by g.soul

5. Time you cried: last night over how good haechan looked in cherry bomb (REBLOG IF YOU AGREE LMAO)

HAVE YOU: 6. Dated someone twice: nope, and wouldnt want to. if we broke up we gonna stay broken up lol 7. Kissed someone and regretted it: havent kissed anyone 8. Been cheated on: nope 9. Lost someone special: yes, sadly 10. Been depressed: yup, but i think my depression is well handled now 11. Gotten drunk and thrown up: nah man, im a child of jesus

LIST 3 FAVORITE COLORS: 12-14: maroon/crimson, forest green, & dusty rose

IN THE LAST YEAR HAVE YOU: 15. Made new friends: yes! 16. Fallen out of love: lol, never been in love 17. Laughed until you cried: every damn day lmao 18. Found out someone was talking about you: mhm, and i shut that shit down real quick. dont mess with a cuban/italian lmao 19. Met someone who changed you: my friend caleb 20. Found out who your friends are: yes, and im glad i have. i dont need any more negativity in my life 21. Kissed someone on your Facebook list: nope

GENERAL: 22. How many of your Facebook friends do you know in real life: i think pretty much all of them except for like 5 or so 23. Do you have any pets: i have a cat named sammi and he is the spawn of satan LMFAO 24. Do you want to change your name: i used to when i was little because i thought it was boring, but now i really like and appreciate it 25. What did you do for your last Birthday: i went out with two friends for lunch, and then we blasted suavemente and danced in the best buy parking lot at like 10:30 at night XD 26. What time did you wake up: around 1:30pm. it wouldve been later but my mom said she brought home mcdonalds lol 27. What were you doing at midnight last night: facetiming my friend viviana and crying over how good haechan looked in the cherry bomb mv 28. Name something you can’t wait for: GRADUATION!!!!!!! SENIOR YEAR BITCHES LETS MAKE IT GOOD 29. When was the last time you saw your mom: like 5 mins ago lol

30. What is one thing you wish you could change in your life: bring my friend caleb back 31. What are you listening to right now: myself typing this long ass q&a post lmfao 32. Have you ever talked to a person named Tom: idk probably 33. Something that is getting on your nerves: ignorant and uneducated people like ughhhhhh 34. Most visited websites: probably youtube, my online course website, and buzzfeed bc i love to procrastinate by doing a quiz when i should be doing my classes lol

35. Mole/s: i have like 3 on my neck ( 2 of them are close together so it looks like a vampire bite, i know its dope asf lmao) 36. Mark/s: i have a bunch of beauty marks/freckles all over my body, plus scars on my legs for being a complete idiot as a kid who thought she was fucking superman at the playground XD 37. Childhood dream: to become a marine biologist, or go to hogwarts (idgaf about marine biology anymore, but im still pressed i never got my acceptance letter to hogwarts) 38. Hair color: naturally blonde, but its dyed to a redish-brown now 39. Long or short hair: medium-long hair 40. Do you have a crush on someone: nope, all the boys at my school crusty asf 41. What do you like about yourself: my sense of humor, my sass and wittiness (basically my personality in general), and my eyes 42. Piercings: 2 on each lobe 43. Blood type: idk but i think its AB 44. Nickname: tori and grandpa lol 45. Relationship status: single and an independent woman who dont need no man 46. Zodiac: taurus/gemini cusp 47. Pronouns: she/her 48. Favorite TV Show: rupauls drag race, and impractical jokers

49. Tattoos: none yet, but when i turn 18 next year im getting one for my bday and more down the line

50. Right or left hand: leftie! 51. Surgery: none, thank jisoos 52. Hair dyed in different color: shit my hair has been the whole fucking rainbow lmfao. ive dyed it red, magenta, pastel pink, dark blue, red/brown, and purple.

53. Sport: i used to play volleyball and basketball but i ended up breaking my ankle so its difficult to run around now (also im a lazy piece of shit too lmao) 55. Vacation: i just recently went to savannah, ga & washington d.c to see some family (me and my cousin binge watched the harry potter series the whole time it was lit) 56. Pair of trainers: im guessing we talking about sneakers. the only nice ones i got are my adidas, the rest are like converse and keds lol

MORE GENERAL: 57. Eating: i had sushi for dinner. blessed the fuck up 58. Drinking: peach green tea from starbucks lol 59. I’m about to: finish working on my english project (kill me pls) 61. Waiting for: monsta x first win (wow i love triggering myself) :) 62. Want: PEOPLE TO STOP SLEEPING ON MONSTA X SO THEY CAN GET THEIR FIRST WIN FOR THE LOVE OF ALL THAT IS GOOD IN THE WORLD ASDFGHJKLDKDFK 63. Get married: i dont think i want to get married bc i dont like feeling like im held down. maybe when im on the verge of becoming a crazy cat lady i’ll reconsider lol

64. Career: music producer, psychologist, or private investigator

65. Hugs or kisses: i dont really have a preference but i guess hugs 66. Lips or eyes: EYES! 67. Shorter or taller: i would like someone taller than me idk just bc

68. Older or younger: older, but not by too much. i think the max would be like 5 years older 70. Nice arms or nice stomach: IM A SUCKER FOR SOME NICE ARMS LIKE SDJSDLKNAFGK;FKFd 71. Sensitive or loud: LOUD. i cant have someone too sensitive it would drive me insane. i have a really strong personality, so if you sensitive as shit you’d probably cry just bc i looked at you lmfao 72. Hook up or relationship: relationship 73. Troublemaker or hesitant: probably somewhere in the middle. i dont want someone who is too scared/hesitant to do anything fun, but i dont want someone who will put me in a lot of bad situations. just a little mischievous lol

HAVE YOU EVER: 74. Kissed a Stranger: nope 75. Drank hard liquor: possbily vodka oF COURSE I HAVENT I AM A CHILD OF JESUSSSSSSSS 76. Lost glasses/contact lenses: my grandma freaking threw my glasses in the trashcan when i asked her to hold them while i went to play basketball with my neighbor 77. Turned someone down: many times lmao 78. Sex on the first date: no 79. Broken someone’s heart: possibly idk 80. Had your heart broken: by my biases bc they dont know i exist :’) 81. Been arrested: nah, and lets keep it that way lol 82. Cried when someone died: of course, im not that heartless 83. Fallen for a friend:i dont think i have

DO YOU BELIEVE IN: 84. Yourself: 100% 85. Miracles: no

86. Love at first sight: lmfao no 87. Santa Claus: when i was little 88. Kiss on the first date: depends

OTHER: 90. Current best friend name: ayszha 91. Eye color: hazel 92. Favorite movie:harry potter and the order of the pheonix

NOW, TAG 20 PEOPLE:

@won-markiepooh-woo @joshuahxng-kong @owopinky @echoayszha @puppyoongs @shownu-the-muscles @skittleluver101 @trollintraining @blockbyung @u-r-my-bias @puervy @tahyungs @jinn1e @min-yoongle @ole-dole-peaches @minyoong-ii @spidermalfoy11 @johnnys-hypewoman @sunshine-hoseok @joishua

(pretty much just tagged my mutuals. you dont have to do this if you dont want to, and if i didnt tag you and you would like to do this tag go right ahead!)

#tags #tag game #all about me #all about me tag #me #about me

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6 Terrible Stereotypes (That Came From Positive Things)

You probably expressed the view that every slur and negative stereotype jump from the minds of history’s most bigoted people, like that time Sir Misogynist fabricated sexism whole cloth in 1204. But history is more nuanced than that. Sometimes inventions, positive trends, and good aims end up harming the exact people they were supposed to help. Take how …

Every Witch Stereotype Comes From Women Working A Cool Job

Picture your favorite witch. Unless you moved with ‘9 0s Sabrina, you’re likely picturing an old woman wearing all black, with a pointy hat, a broom, and maybe hovering over a black kettle. You might have a felines in the mingle as well. Everything you portrait was a relic of a kind of cool minute in history when women could earn a living doing a very concrete task: brewing beer.

Medieval people who didn’t know jack about how the Universe operated, how to read, or why someone should fabricate toilet paper as soon as possible understood at least one thing us sophisticated modern characters can agree with: Their clean drinking water was garbage. Which was why some of them skipped water wholly and booze brew instead. In a world in which hunting, warring, whoring, and maybe cobbling (?) took up most of the day, boys didn’t have time to wait near a kettle to make their own beer. So the brewers were usually( pause for dramatic impact) … females . i>

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You could find them if you knew the right signs. Typically she’d be near a big black kettle. And she’d have a cat to retain all the barley-eating vermin at bay. She’d likewise have an ale stake, which they were required by law to display. What’s an ale bet? A long wooden pole with a bunch of branches at the end, like a broom. And if you were out and about at the market, you could look for the big black pointy hat they wore to stand out while selling their brewskies at marketplace. Sound familiar yet?

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But everything started to change for lady brewers in the 1300 s. Men suddenly decided that they craved in on the rising booze market, which entailed girls had to move their ass out of the behavior. And when they refused? Well, there was a certain medieval saying about smart, strong-headed females: witch! She’s a witch! Burn the witch!

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Suddenly , now that it suited the men, the tall hat became the witch’s evil uniform, and the barley-protecting feline a “familiar” given to her by Satan. And the broomstick? She plainly rode it to go to her secret devil sessions. And that simmering brew wasn’t beer anymore, but some sort of evil beverage that would induce you go all weird — you know, unlike brew. By the 14 th century, people had been poisoned( ironically) against the idea of female homebrewers, right in time for large-scale breweries to take over. And so today, super vexing guys will make sure you know all about their latest microbrew , not realizing their shitty hobby get girls burned at the stake.

“Dumb Blondes” Was Accidentally Birthed By The Suffrage Movement

Once upon a time, a troupe of blonde performing women arrived in New York from Great Britain. They set up shop doing a burlesque performance and constructed indecent sums of money. The purpose. Except that the particular day this story was in was 1868, so a lot of sexist bullshit then occurred.

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When we say these blonde wives performed burlesque, it wasn’t burlesque as we think of it today, which is basically stripping with better music and nipple tassels. No, this was the extremely-risque-for-its-time burlesque, wherein women put on a play-act while presenting their legs ! Legs covered in thick tights, like they’re some kind of comfortably warm prostitutes. Some of them even dressed like boys. The nerve! Being a living, breathing girl would have been enough for most misogynists at the time, but add in the sexy prancing, the cross-dressing, and the fact that these British immigrants were taking indecent American occupations, and you have massive outrage on your hands.

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So far, so depressingly normal, right? Nonetheless, at the same time, these UK gals were drawing the ire of American suffragettes. These proto-feminists had a difficult tightrope to stroll. On the one hand, the burlesque musicians were owning their sexuality and succeeding at a task in public. On the other, they were openly mocking the suffragist movement — among many other things, like Shakespeare, way, and marriage. In the end, many decided to speak out against the blonde British beauties, enabling another stereotype: that of the sour-faced suffragette who can’t take a bloody joke.

One in particular, Olive Logan, simply couldn’t let it go, even denouncing the women in front of Susan B. Anthony, who had most significant shit to deal with than throwing tint. Logan talked at length about how these blondes were a detriment to the gender, as they had nothing to give intellectually or talent-wise, and people simply went to see them for their bodies. Soon the latter are being put down with the insult “British Blondes, ” which we’re sure we’ve understood printed on a Maxim cover somewhere.

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Eventually, this jargon wasn’t used to refer to simply the burlesque dancers anymore, but to any woman who was famous for her appears, the so-called “professional beauties.” “British Blondes” transformed into “dizzy blondes, ” which is an old-timey term for hella dumb, and so we arrived here the quaint insult still used to this day. It certainly is tragic that Susan B. Anthony, who fought her entire life for equality, could have nipped one of the most damaging female stereotypes in the bud by telling her friend to chill for a second.

Cops Eating Donuts Came From Long, Terrible Hours

During the daytime, you can stop in for little bit anywhere, but in the old days, if you were working the night shift and craved something to feed, your options were limited. Sure, you try to find an all-night diner or pack a big lunchbox and thermos, but for cops on the job, one of those is very impractical and the other constructs your collaborator call you a big ol’ nerd.

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But after World War II, a new food fad made the entirety of the U.S .: donut shops. And because donut shops basically operate like bakeries, they open crazy early. Abruptly cops had a one-stop shop to grab food and coffee on the go, keeping them fed and alert as they roved the street. And “its been” cheap too, so even when other options becomes available, they bided loyal to the hole.

Of course, donut stores enjoyed the fact that policemen would hang out at their venues — especially before dawn, when the drug fiends are at their most feral. Dunkin’ Donuts founder William Rosenberg claimed in his autobiography that he actively induced his stores the kind of places policemen wanted to hang out for a while.

The Idea That “Lesbians Drive Subarus” Saved The Company

Here’s one you might not “ve heard quite a bit about” “unless youre” homosexual: All lesbians drive Subarus. Weirdly specific, sure, but the stereotype has been hardwired into gay culture. Why? Because of a logical fallacy. Not all lesbians drive Subarus. But for a period, all Subarus were driven by lesbians.

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It all started when Subaru was completely bombing as a company. In the 1990 s, big flashy autoes were coming into manner, and the company’s modest, compact brand wasn’t cutting it anymore. Simply one part of their line was selling well: the four-wheel-drive vehicles. However, the company couldn’t figure why. Then, one executive had a mind-opening converses with a homosexual friend and realise the reason: lesbians.

Lesbians loved everything about the outdoorsy Subarus. They were small, dependable, and cute in an off-road culture that leaned more toward dick-swinging big rigs. This revelation did pose a problem, as Subaru couldn’t openly advertise to lesbians, because this was the ‘9 0s and even Friends was making a million gay gags. Alienating their heterosexual customers, nonetheless few there were, “wouldve been” corporate suicide. They had to stay in the wardrobe, advertising-wise, and had to be subtle. Their new ad bureau created a series of publish ads showing Subaru vehicles from behind, all of them with sapphic-signaling license plates. One plate said “Camp Out, ” and the other said “Xena Lvr, ” after lesbian icon Xena: Warrior Princess .

Subaru Since then, their ads have gotten a bit more direct.

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The final one said “P-towny, ” which supposedly stood for “Provincetown” and not the other favorite p-word.

By 2000, when we all started to loosen a bit more, Subaru decided to go all in, gay-wise. They hired ex-tennis-player and famous lesbian Martina Navratilova as their spokesperson. As dog whistles run, it perked all the ears in the country. And it worked! 12 months ago, and Subaru had its best-ever sales time. The lesbian gamble had paid for by in spades.( Lesbians like gardening, right ?)

Hollywood Made The Festive Latina Stereotype To Sell Movies To Latinos

During WWII, Hollywood had a problem. Europe was being overrun by Nazis, which means they weren’t buying American movies!( Likewise demise and demolition, etc. etc .) So the studios necessity a new foreign market to compensate for the loss in revenue. Fortunately, there used to be plenty of movie fans waiting for them south of the border. Simply one problem: They were the same people Hollywood had been racist to since day one.

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Previously, South Americans and Mexicans had been negatively typecast as the bad dudes in movie — bandits tying females to qualifies and things. But with this new upsurge of Latin-oriented movies, they had to become good guys. However, Hollywood kind of … overcompensated. Needing a new Hispanic stereotype, Hollywood looked to Brazilian Carmen Miranda.

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She was the fruit-wearing, banjo-strumming, happy-go-lucky Latina who managed to get people crazy about bananas. And despite her best intents, a new Hispanic stereotype was born, one of the constantly happy, guitar-playing, sing, samba-dancing dummy.

According to one novelist for The Washington Post in 1942, the new movies constructed it seem like it was always Carnival and everyone “re dressed like” Carmen Miranda with skimpy clothings and fruit on their heads. You can see why this didn’t go over so well with people who lived there, those hard workers who were mostly non-fruit-covered.

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Miranda’s influence can still be felt today, when you ascertain person like Sophia Vergara. Now the highest-paid wife on television, her “act” is the happy Latina — she even dyed her blonde whisker brown to conform to the dark and somewhat stereotype. A stereotype that trumps other stereotypes. Ay, caramba . i>

Most Racist Job Stereotypes Come From Success Stories

This might shock you, but Americans used to be rather shitty to immigrants. Hard to believe, we know. Not content to simply impair them economically, socially, and culturally, people had to start calling them names as well. But despite those severe limitations, many immigrants rose to the occasion, creating empires out of the scraps that had been left for them.

Which simply devoted people further ways of being racist.

While now a lighthouse of progressiveness and decent coffee, 1800 s San Francisco had a serious racism difficulty, what with the many immigrants “re coming out” over the Pacific. Most San Franciscans discovered them far too … what’s the word … not-white for their inclination, and refused to work with them. Eventually, the only two areas these Chinese immigrants observed openings were in the restaurant business and taking in laundry. The pioneer of laundry was Wah Lee, who called himself “King Lee”( awesome) and set up a laundry business in Chinatown around 1855. As his business thrived, his Chinese employees were inspired by his success and started setting up their own laundry enterprises. Soon there were dozens, then hundreds, and by the 1880 s, over 7,500 all across California. So naturally, as a reward for their ingenuity and drive, 150 year later, Chinese immigrants are still linked to the idea they are the absolute best at getting stains out.

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The exact same has come to Vietnamese. During the Vietnam War, Hollywood royalty Tippi Hedren( of The Birds fame) noticed two phenomena: 1) Many Vietnamese women fleeing their homeland were stuck in refugee camps with no way to earn money, and 2) Get your fingernails done cost a lot of fund. Hedren decided to kill two issues with one stone and fly in her own manicurist to teach Vietnamese the trade and give the free market of nails a shot in the arm. Soon, business was booming. These days, 51 percentage of all manicurists (8 0 percent in California) come from Vietnamese backgrounds. But while Hedren is celebrated as both a great actress and the godmother of the fingernail industry, Vietnamese females only get stereotyped to hell.

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Of course, America didn’t invent occupational racism. For that, you have to look to the treatment of Jews in medieval Europe. They were are prohibited from doing or owning almost anything, but one field that was open to them was banking. Christians were are prohibited from accusing concern because of something Jesus had once said in the Bible, so they weren’t that keen on the whole banking nonsense. Nonetheless, Jews had no such restrictions, so European commonwealths utilized this religion loophole to get their financial infrastructures off the ground. Eventually, Jews had a decent job prospect, and all that was asked for in return was for them to live in ghettos and wear a badge or hat so that you are able tell who they were at first glance — a bargain that really didn’t work up in their favor.

Unfortunately, like bankers today, Jews didn’t build themselves popular by charging people interest, and soon the stereotype leapt up that Jews were greedy and money-hungry. So you force outsiders into a profession and then dislike them for doing that profession correctly? Stop being such a Christian stereotype.

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Aruto fan fic

Story idea, i dont actually do this sort of thing. Dont arrest me. Please. Theo- drug ring leader, gang leader and head pimp. Jeorge- poor kid who gets caught up in a rough crowd and is pulled down under by the sex industry. In this world, sex sells. I should know. I do alot of unusual work. Hell, im next in line to inherit the "family bussiness." Im just a poor teen who got caught up with the wrong crowd. Separated from my family at the age of 14 really gets to your head. Im not who i once was. Im nobody. I deal drugs. Its what i was taught to do. I know all the slang and know how to measure and even how to cheat on the client. Im one of the lucky ones. I dont have to use my body to make it in this house. Im the muscle. I work heavy hours guarding my leader and scaring the kids of this house. My brother went missing four years ago. I keep looking through his treehouse and even the windows hoping ill catch a glimpse of his body. He used to sit up there all day and talk to the walls. He would bring his friends up there and they wouldnt come down until supper. My mom never cooked. She had her boyfriend Louis do it for us. Thats the kind of hold she had over him i guess. He would come in through the back door and his friends would be trailing behind. Drugs, sex and gangs I remember when my mother used to tell me never to do drugs or alcohol and get good grades in school. I really believed in what she told me, i was drugphobic, even the slightest mention of marijuana got me taking off to find another place. I was so naive. Im My face hurts so fucking much right now. My ribs feel like theyre cracked and my heart is crushed. After that night we spent together he avoided me. I knew he felt the same fucking way i felt about him. I know he did. It didnt matter that we from two different worlds. He was a dealer and i was a prostitute. We slept in the same room that night. He had started out like me but had branched out into drugs after begging the head of his department for a different job. He grabbed him by the arms and shoved him into theos office. Theo broke him in that night and shoved him into my room. He was woken up early along with myself "Reed, Jeorge... Theo wants you in his office." Reyla informed us. She stood beside us while we dressed, always in a rush. Reed pushed his hair out of his eyes and pulled on jeans and torn t shirt. Reyla escorted us quickly and quietly to Theo's office and pushed us through he door. "Red and Jeo. My two favourite kicking bags. Red weve got a new shipment in. You deal tonight, deal at least six bags of coke and maybe i wont kill you. Leave. Dont get caught, or i swear, youre gonna be stuck in jail by yourself." Red stared at the ground and nodded. Theo gestured for Jaylen to take him out of there. "Jeo, you work two clients tonight. Make sure they have a good time. We need that money." I stared at my brother. At his different appearance. The way his hair was short in some places and longer in others. The begs enshrouding his eyes. His eyes. Those blank dead eyes. He was skinny and tall and his ribs poked his shirt. He crossed his arms and Tell me how to feel Avatar korra in the underground bending arena Au where sasukes mom adopts naruto and they grow up together for a while until theyre both six Except they dont think of each other as brothers. They are best friends. Then itachi kills the family leaving naruto and sasuke together. They are thrown into konoha school together but alone without family. They cling to each other. Then the akatsuki sweeps through the town and sees two young boys scavenging for scraps. Hidan feels for them, remembering the old days where he used to scavenge. He takes them in and offers them a home with the akatsuki. Its a huge house on the outskirts of both villages. Nobody suspects a thing and they are loved. "Itachi, we wanted to ask your opinion on something." His mom greeted him one day, as he stepped in through the door. "Hello mother, father. What is it?" He asked, carefully measured. "Well, we want you to come sit with us. Come sit down." He heard the distress in his mothers voice, the way a voice was when it was on the verge of tears. He noticed his father's set jaw and his red eyes, like he had been crying earlier. Itachi dropped he satchel on the floor and slid his shoes off, numbly. "Whats wrong?" He questioned, concerned. "Its Kushina and Minato. They did not make it through the night. Theyre dead." She breathed out. Itachi felt that weigh down on his chest, and his breath leave him. Minato? Kushina? They had been so close... Both families. Minato had been like an uncle... Kushina an aunt. No... They couldnt be. "Minato... Hes so strong. Hes elite! He couldnt die... Kushina.. Oh... S-she was pregnant.. Did the baby make it?" His mother extended her arms out for Itachi to stumble towards, just as she had done for him since he could remember. Whenever he had had nightmares and for the delivery of bad news. Itachi felt her embrace him and felt her shudder. So he shuddered and everyone was crying, even his father, whom never showed any emotion. He let out small whimpers and then wails. They were all in pain. When it all stopped his mother stroked his hair and rubbed his back absentmindedly. His father cleared his throat, and seemed to put the emotional blockers back up again. "It is very sad indeed. But.. the little boy of theirs did survive. Nobody wants him, for reasons unknown to myself. We were thinking of taking him in. So he has some sort of family to fall back on." Itachi widened his eyes. He nodded his head fast and hard. His father smiled that perfect smile and touseled his hair. "Thats my boy. We will have to ask the permission of the third, before filling out papers. Hes still so young... Im so glad nothing ever happens here. We have so much trust in one another. Sasuke will be so loved. Naruto as well, if we can." The next morning Itachi's mother got both boys ready to go for a trip to the konoha hospital. When they looked in through that little baby nursery glass, they spotted a small blonded headed baby. He was smiling and staring at the ceiling, like he could sense the warm presence all around him. Itachis mother's stomach twisted with a mix of hope and disgust. How the nine tails could be inside something so pure was beyond her. How that awful noise could be tormenting the baby boy... And yet he looked so peaceful, smiling at the ceiling. He had short blonde hair, whiskers and when he opened his eyes they were bright baby blue. "He looks just like Minato.. Kushina..." She whispered. "We better do it soon, mother. We got to get him in our house and love him." Itachis mother gave him a sincere smile and they made their way to the hokages office. "You want to adopt the uzumaki boy?" The hokage asked, taking off his hat. "Naruto, yes." "I dont doubt that you have a fine home, Mrs. Uchiha, its just that... The boy is bad luck. Do you think you could care for him?" "You think hes bad luck?! Hes a baby! Kushina wouldve wanted Naruto, to be loved. Not to be ridiculed by every single villager who lives here." The third blew smoke out of his mouth and sighed. "I suppose youre right... As it stands, he has no living relatives to care for him... Hes an orphan." "So... Can i fill out some papers?" The third put up his hands and smirked. "As you wish." After the papers were filled out the hokage stood up "Go ahead and take him. Wait." He whistled and a silver haired ninja appeared at the window. "Hokage sama." He whispered and bowed. "Retrieve the uzumaki baby and bring him here." The boy looked up startled. He just seemed to notice the uchihas standing there. "H-hokage sama... Where is Naruto going to be put?" "The uchihas wish to adopt him. Theyve got excellent housing and a loving home. Nobody else will take him, so it stands to reason..." "I told you already i would do it. I would take him in for Minato sensei, and kushina." "Kakashi... Youre only 14. Please. Do as i say. You can still have contact with him as you wish." Kakahi looked full of tears and he nodded bitterly and hopped away. "Kakashi is a nice boy. Very capable as a ninja, but so very hurt emotionally." Itachi stared at the place where the boy had been. He appeared not even a minute later with Naruto in hand. He whsipered to the boy and handed him to Itachi. "Take care of him for Minato sensei and Kushina." He croaked and left the room by way of door. Shiek Link Green link Legend of zelda overworld guitar Zelda song of storms Gerudo valley

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Arry potter fan fic

Draco had split off from crabbe and goyle to follow Harry. Draco was a little confused to say the least. Had he known... Had he known that the gryffindor was actually a little beacon of hope... Hed have toned down on being a jerk all those years. Now they were into their fifth year and Draco couldnt help but follow loosely behind Potter as he made his way to his common room. "Hey Potter!" Yelled a boy from ahead of them. He outstretched his hand in the air and they high fived. "Hey Dean." Said Harry smiling, god... That gorgeous smile.. Dean gave Draco a glowering look but then whirled around confused afterwards. Draco only shrugged. He couldnt be a jerk today... "Hey Harry.." Giggled one of his many fan girls. Draco rolled his eyes. He hated, those girls... And then he found himself wondering... If he was jealous of them. He shook his head. Harry only waved at them politely and proceeded on his way. Draco stuck his tongue out at them. They only gave him the finger and he smiled a tiny smile. Harry wasnt aware he was being followed.he was too caught up in enjoying the saturday. "HP! The man to be!" Yelled an embarassed hufflepuff. Harry only smiled slightly and waved back. Finally after going through all that, theyd arrived. Harry spun around and drew his wand. "Whyre you following me. Come to tease? Orve you come to hurt." Harry growled lowly. Draco was backed up into the wall. "No.. No.. Of course not... Potter.." He sneered. "Why?" Harry asked confused. "Last i checked your common room was in the dundgeons." "I felt like seeing how it was." Harry lowered his wand. "Do.. Do you like me?" Harry asked honestly. "What if i do?" Draco asked. Harry just stood there weighing his answer. Draco pushed him off of him and began for the stairs. Harry pulled him into a kiss. "Likewise." He stated. -------------------------------------------------_________________________________________\ "Sir.. I dont have a ride home.." Said a small timid voice. The man turned around to face a little scarred boy. He was about rib height to the tall man. "Didnt you catch the bus?" He asked in a booming voice. "I missed it sir.." He admitted. They went to an all inclusive school where every kid was taken from home and taken home. By what ever means necessary. The man was the principal. "Alright.. Mcgonagall. Professor! Do you have room for one more?" He called to a younger older looking lady. "For heavens sakes, Albus. Of course I have room for one more, i dont exactly have the smallest car out there." "Just checking." Said the man cheerily. Remus gave an awkward little smile. It wasnt really a secret, by the looks of Remus, he had been through quite a bit. "Go along now, Remus. Therell be probably four more kids in that car, so prepare." He said with a chuckle. He saluted Albus and stalked over to where Mcgonagall stood. "Come along now, Remus." Said professor mcgonagal sternly. Remus hurried his pace and they left through the huge doors towards her car. In the window sat a boy makin pictures in the window with fog. He had jet black hair that was growing quite long. He looked very skinny and around the age of 13 just like Remus. "On the otherside, Mr.Lupin." She said. He walked around careful for cars. Then opened the door. He hadnt noticed the other three that already sat there. A chubby boy with sandy blonde hair. He had a round face and looked rather timid. 12 by the looks of it. Next to him sat a boy with jet black hair, very untidy. He wore big glasses and a robe which reminded Remus of a wizard. He was playing rock paper scissors with a blood red haired girl. When they all looked at him he grew rather red and sat down beside the, all. The girl looked up and gave Remus a piercing stare with bright emerald green eyes. The other two with grey and blue eyes. "You, whats your name?" Asked the untidy haired glassed boy. He looked skinny but not overly so. "Remus." He replied softly. He wouldve pulled out a book had it not been for them all staring at him. Even the boy with long hair looked at him. He had deep black eyes. "Im James. James Potter, but you already knew that." He conceeded with an arrogant smile. Lily only shook her head and introduced herself. "Lily Evans. Im a grade older than you James." She said turning back to James. "Peter.. Peter Pettigrew." Said a timid peter. He looked intimidated. Remus gave a look towards the other boy but he did not answer. "Potter this is your stop." Mcgonagall said. They were down to just lily and the boy now. James moved over to the door and clambered over Remus. Remus let a grin take his face and James whispered "good luck mate. I havent gotten him to talk yet." Remus blushed but nodded. "Evans. Yours." "Thank you, professor." She said gently going over Remus. "What James said. Unless you catch the bus on time, i dont think we will see a lot of each other.. But i like you." It was now just Remus and the boy. "Theyre all gone now." He acknowledged quietly. "Why yes.. I suppose so." "Im sirius Black. I know James. Hes.. Hes... Very loud. We will be friends im sure of it." "Of course." Said Remus relieved the boy was talking. "Do you know why.. Why he dresses in robes." Sirius began. "Im curious." Remus said truthfully. "Hes a wizard." "A.. Funny joke.." Remus said. "I dont tell jokes. He is a wizard. So am I" "No way. Prove it." The boy didnt waste a second. He pulled out what looked to be a wand and bubbles floated out the end. Remus floundered for words. "Wha?" He said at a loss for words. "If im not mistaken you are too. So is Evans, Pettigrew, Dumbledore, and that severus snape." "Oh and mcgonagall." "Im not a wizard. Im just normal." "Nope. Here." Said sirius handing over his wand. Remus took it delicately and gave it an awkward wave. Within the blink of an eye sirius turned yellow. "For merlins sakes!" Mcgonagall muttered. She pulled one out and aimed at sirius. "I must be halucinating.." "Mister remus. Since mr.black here, has let the theoretical cat out of the bag. Its no secret. We are wizards. But since we have been kicked off of hogwarts for awhile.. Weve been covert. We allow all kinds of muggles." Remus nearly fainted. They all inteoduce themselves except for sirius who saves his introduction for after theyre all dropped off. Next day its just them and a greasy haired snape.

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