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HOLY SHIT SASUNARU IS ACTUALLY HAPPENING!!!!!I'M SERIOUSLY FREAKING OUT RN BECAUSE EVERYTHING I'VE BEEN SAYING SINCE THE START OF NARUTO IS COMING TRUE
FUCK WHOEVER SAID THAT SASUKE AND NARUTO WEREN'T GAY FOR EACH.
, THEM BITCHES ARE LITERALLY
TO BE TOGETHER!!
SASUKE IS THE YIN TO NARUTO'S YANG. NARUTO IS THE SUN TO SASUKE'S MOON! THEY ARE THE THIRD REINCARNATIONS OF THE SAGE'S SONS FOR GOD SAKE'S. THEY WERE MEANT TO MEET AND BE TOGETHER!!
Like, holy fuck let me settle down for second Goddamn. I wish I knew Masashi personally so I could kiss the fuck out of him and bake him some cookies and shit like holy shit
He just confirmed my OTP I can't do this rn hold on lemme breathe a sec
Now I can honestly tell those rude SasuSaku/NaruSaku/SasuHina and NaruHina shippers that told me SasuNaru would never happen because it's a shounen manga and everyone knows that in shounen the het pairing always wins out to go FUCK
Girl, you need Jesus Ch 12
“Damn!” Naruto yelled after his voice cracked for the second time. He turned and punched the wall to his left, releasing a frustrated breath.
What is up with me today? Why am I so irritated? He wondered. It doesn’t even feel like the frustration is my own! Why am I so freaking worried?!
He paused the song he’d been working on before taking a step back, breathing in through his nose and out through his mouth slowly. He ran a nervous hand through his hair as he started thinking.
This doesn’t make sense, He asked himself. I’ve been practicing non-stop for a week now.
His eyes drifted to a framed picture on his tabletop. The photo was of Sasuke and him after their trip to Metrotown. He’d spotted a photo booth when they’d left SilverCity and basically ordered the older teen to take a photograph with him. They’d gone for the “silly” photo, with Naruto
Um... okay... wow I wonYeah, so... apparently I just won this huge scholarship with the university I'm attending so... I don't really know what to do right now. They just told me today through email. My mom's bouncing off the walls. I'm not too sure how to react. I can't really breathe properly.
You guys... I just told my mom that I like yaoi.
I just told her I like guys making out with guys.
I just told her me and my sister like yaoi.
... Like, ya'll don't understand. I just told her that I like YAOI!!! I've been hiding that secret for EIGHT FREAKING YEARS and I FINALLY decided to tell her today. Surprisingly, she didn't blow up at me. She was quiet and thought about it. She just said "Whatever makes you happy. If you can profit from it, then that's an added bonus." Maybe she had gas or something, or maybe she actually accepted the idea, but either way, Merry fucking Christmas to me.
Contest entry for OkadagiriI sit alone in my room, waiting for the bout of inspiration that I know will surely come. I twiddle the pencil between the fingers of my right hand, humming a tune that was sure to be from an anime. I held the sketchbook with my left, staring at the blank canvas that I was hoping to fill.
Suddenly inspiration hit and I brought the book closer, putting pencil to paper, watching with awe as my hand seemed to move on its own, creating a masterpiece before my eyes.
When it was done I pulled back, admiring the image that was looking back up at me. I smiled ever so slowly. "I've got to paint this." I told myself as I signed my name in the corner.
Yes, it had to be painted. It would look stunning then.
I stood off to the side, grinning as my classmates cooed over my work, fascinated that such an inspiring image had come from such a little body. I crossed my arms and leaned back in the chair, casually answering questions that had to do with the picture.
Yes, I was feeling good. My a
To depression, for creating days without endWake up to the realization that you've been awake
for seconds, minutes, hours.
You've been awake in this warm, dark room
and you don't know how long it's been
but now you're conscious
and it starts again--
the pain, strong and steady, in your chest.
You gain consciousness in this too warm morning
and your thoughts whir in endless loops
because it's either that or face the weight in your chest.
Light breaks though the window, soft and unwelcome
but you take it as a reluctant gift--
a new distraction from the feelings awake in your chest.
Awake, but not conscious.
So you think yourself in circles a little while longer
waiting for those quiet pains
(the constant reminder)
to gain consciousness.
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