uchihacollector:

uchihasavior:

uchihacollector:

((only if he wears the most fashionable turtleneck sweaters))

But of course. Form-fitting. Warm. Stylish.

[[ @uchihacollector >:3c ]]

Fantastic. Aaaah, Esu, counselor Orochimaru looks amazing! I cannot say what I like more: the shoulder window in the shirt, or his bum! ❤ 
10/10 would discuss my life problems with (and get waspish advice.)

[[ You can’t tell me he doesn’t wear skinny jeans at every opportunity. ]]

You talked about SNS but not about SasuSaku. Why do you hate it?

sasukerevolution:

Honestly the reason I don’t talk much about SasuSaku on my blog is because I feel like so many people already talk about it. I hate it for pretty much the same reasons most people who hate it do. This is a really great post by @renaerys on it, though I don’t agree with everything in it.

I guess without getting into too much detail these are my main reasons for disliking SS:

  • Sakura doesn’t respect Sasuke’s wishes in the context of their relationship
  • Sasuke isn’t really what Sakura wants in a partner (and this was true since they were twelve. Her ideal Sasuke was Naruto-disguised-as-Sasuke.)
  • I think a lot of Sakura’s growth centred on moving on from Sasuke, which isn’t something she was able to do within the series. TBH none of Sakura’s relationships with Team Seven are particularly healthy; Sai and Ino are better friends for her.
  • Sakura uses a lot of emotionally manipulative language when she speaks to Sasuke about her feelings
  • Sasuke isn’t particularly receptive of Sakura’s feelings nor does he give many indications that they’re reciprocated (I will acknowledge that in part one this is debatable; personally I think he cared for her as a dear friend, but I’m not going to get into semantics about whether his feelings toward her were platonic or romantic. Either way, I think his behaviour in part two and onwards is decidedly not romantic, including his behaviour post-ending)
  • Sakura’s feelings for Sasuke make her miserable?? The way she talks about it, especially in part two, you’d think she’s shackled to an anchor. It doesn’t make her happy, it weighs her down. And while some amount of that isn’t unusual, that misery defines her relationship with him for such a long time. It’d be so much healthier for her to move on.
  • Their relationship is harmful for Sarada
  • What makes it the most despicable for me is actually post-ending information, which… I generally don’t take as seriously as stuff that happened within the original series. But honestly, if SasuSaku was just canon and we didn’t know anything about what happens after the ending, I’d be like “That’s stupid and unhealthy" which like, is bad enough on its own but it’s not gonna like, keep me up at night or whatever. The problem is that the extra novels canonized that Sakura goes after Sasuke while he’s still on his journey against his explicit wishes, and resolves that she will no longer take no for an answer and continue to pursue him until he returns his feelings. And that information fills me with a disgust so profound I can’t even articulate it. It keeps me from peaceful sleep.

So… yeah. I really dislike SasuSaku but I just don’t find it worth my time to delve into it very deeply because there’s so many people out there already deconstructing it much more articulately than I could.

even if it was wrong in hindsight, i think it was natural move for someone as pragmatic as tobirama senju. his goal was to protect his clan and the village, and when he became hokage his distrust in the uchiha was obviously going to be acted upon Somehow. he was kind of ridiculous, thinking they’re all cursed, but it’d be OOC if he hadn’t done Anything since that’s just how he is. there’s meta on that somewhere, I’ll link it when I find it

[[ Oh, I was never arguing whether it was in or out of character for him to never act on it. Would it have been nice if he didn’t? Sure, but you are correct, as shitty as it is for the Uchiha, it makes sense for who Tobirama is to act on it to assuage his paranoia and feel like he’s done something to protect the village. ]]

sharkiri:

{ ⚓ } Golden light would ENGULF Kisame; protecting him from the emergence of several large enemies.  There was a moment of uncertainty that cascaded over him; he’d never seen this jutsu before, and he certainly hadn’t ever FELT chakra envelope him.  That moment quickly dissipated as a cry SHATTERED the golden aura.  Blood spewed forth from Itachi’s mouth, and then another cry, a shout that caused Kisame to flicker to the Uchiha’s side and catch him as his body gave out.  In a series of single handed seals, he summoned sharks made of water to distract the enemies and allow for him ( and his cargo ) to evade without harm.  Although he could NOT say the same for Itachi.

{ ⚓ } Hours later, Kisame sat at the mouth of a grotto; his back against the cool stone, just far enough in to be tucked away – out of touch from the rain and out of sight from PRYING passersby.  He’d just settled after situating Itachi ( only feet away from him ) on to the makeshift bedroll comprised of their cloaks, one side of Kisame’s large cloak covering Itachi’s small frame.  A WET rag, Kisame’s shirt, now being used as a cooling cloth, rested against the Uchiha’s forehead to stifle the fever that had decided to ravage the boy’s body.
            

How are you feeling?, he asks flatly, his tone hiding emotion ( if any were there ). 

The pain is unbearable. 

Itachi drifts in and out of consciousness, feeling the pain all at once and quickly drifting back out, wondering if this is death; if this is the hell he’s earned for his actions. It feels as if every last molecule is on fire, and time will be his only reprieve, as the chakra quickly peters out, and he’s left pale, and cold, and fighting for breath. 

A voice is dimly registered, one that after ten minutes, Itachi manages to pin down to Kisame. His partner.

And then he’s up– far too early, capitalizing on the adrenaline rush provided by his panic, and paying for it dearly immediately after. His frame doubles over, and Itachi cups his hands over his mouth to catch the globs of phlegm, blood, and some of the dirt still stuck in his throat. 

This is the weakest  he’s ever been, and if he doesn’t get it together, and immediately–