Hatake + Oro’s clan first ANBU members. Inu and Ryu, respectively.
Kakashi + Lightning is always a win
Inuzuka!Shisui for a thing we discussed with Echo. Stop feeding me Shisui’s feels plz
Kyuubi is actually a spider!AU and Naruto is still jinchuuriki. @Echo why
Jinchuuriki transformation of that same AU. Echo I love u but those ideas won’t leave me alone
My hc of Oro’s grandpa. Someone save me I love that foxy old man
Minato for @twitter-hikari
IT’S DAH BOI @twitter-hikari for the raffle
For Echo, for the raffle
There are captions under the images but Iām going to do the whole thing anyway bc I love rambling
also tagging @blackkatmagic (bc there are Tobirama and Oro headcanon and a pretty Kakashi with a pretty Minato and a v pretty Tenzou), @twitter-hikari cuz itās DAH BOI and @a-nb-u// @hannahmayski for THAT PRETTY TENZOU
First row is design of ANBU masks first generation: feat Tobiramaās mask (designed by Touka and truly Tobirama shouldnāt have expected any better) and the first Hatake/Oro iteration (I hc that every generation thereās a Hatake that falls for a pretty agender snake clan member someone save me) nicknamed Inu and Ryu.
SECOND ROW was actually practice for lighting with that new brush feat Kakashi and lightning bc I love that theme. Also @a-nb-uĀ ās Inuzuka!Shisui AU we talked about and I couldnāt stop thinking about it.
Third row is THAT OTHER AU THATāS ALSO FROM @a-nb-u STORIES aka that AU where Kyuubi is a spider and Naruto is still his jinchuuriki. Send help (or you could join us tbh)
FOURTH ROW is my favorite headcanon ever with Oroās grandpa. I love foxy old snake man. Also @twitter-hikari asked about a pretty Minato and I remembered that my last Minato was like. 6 years old by that point so I needed to revisit it.
LAST ROW IS THE RAFFLE WINNERS AND I ALREADY TAGGED THEM but have a naga boi (Titus. Heās old, and tired and ready to throw people down) and pretty Tenzou bc @a-nb-u and I have the same weaknesses.
If you work in a movie theater and you do this I have no respect for you.
My younger brother is Type 1 Diabetic.
When we go to a movie theater, we always get him diet soda. If he were to get regular when we asked for diet, we would not give him the insulin he would need for it. If that happens, his blood sugar level could go so high he could go into a coma, go blind, or even die.
If somebody gave him regular soda instead of diet without telling us, that person could be responsible for a nine-year-old being killed or blinded.
Just thinking about that makes me so angry. I get scared every time we take him to a movie in case the people working there saw this picture and decide to do the same thing.
Please signal boost this so people know.
This also applies to baristas
Fun story about the baristas doing this kind of shit.Ā
I am very sensitive to lactose, not Lactose intolerant but because of stomach ulcers that are still healing. A couple years ago I went to Starbucks right after my classes with some friends and asked for a green tea latte with soy milk. The barista, for some reason out of malice and/or hate for her life so she took it out on me, gave me whole milk in my latte.
5 minutes after my first sip of latte, my stomach cramped BAD. Not the āOh! time to poop!ā kind of cramp but it felt like someone had stabbed me with a knife and twisted it. Now Iāve had this happen before so I knew the cause of it. I went up to the barista clutching my gut screaming at her that she put dairy in my latte rather than soy LIKE I REQUESTED. She denied it and called me a āpretentious white girl for wanting soyāand so my friends got the manager. I had to explain that I had stomach ulcers that were still healing and if I were to go to the hospital for this incident, they would be responsible for it.
Manager flipped his shit and the barista was terrified out of her mind. Pretty sure both thought i was gonna sue. Manager actually fired her on the spot because of the negligence. My friends managed to get me home in one piece while I stayed home for 3 days in absolute agony and missed my midterm.
So remember kiddies, if someone is asking for Diet orĀ āSkinnyā orĀ āsoyā or anything that is not regular, give them what they requested because it may not be them being healthy, but a dietary need that can possibly be life or death
also if they ARE trying to be healthy you should give it to them to!! Its not your decision to police or question others food choices!!!Ā
also im lactose intolerant AND ive had stomach infections/ulcers so i feel this.Ā
I have Celiac Disease, so Iām very gluten intolerant. When I go out to eat at restaurants a lot of people just assume that I asked for my food gluten free because of the gluten free diet fad (which is usually a bullshit diet btw).Ā
Last month I went out to dinner with a friend at an italian restaurant that had a small gluten free menu. I had been there once before and had their gluten free pasta and it was great! I think one of the managers had been there and was super helpful when taking my order to make sure that everything was gluten free for me. When I ordered the gluten free pasta again this time though, the waitress who took my order all but rolled her eyes at me. I didnāt think much of it at the time, because the restaurant was so accommodating before, I just assumed it would be the same this time.
But sure enough, they brought out my pasta, I ate it, and about an hour later I had extreme stomach pains and was throwing up (in a movie theater no less).
Barfing and agonizing pain aside, eating gluten when you have celiac causes a lot of internal damage thatās hard to notice. The biggest thing is that it damages your intestines, preventing your body from absorbing nutrients properly, which can take months to heal.
So PLEASE, if you work at a restaurant or anything with food and someone asks for something a certain way, please listen to them and donāt just disregard someoneās order. Itās not funny and it can have serious consequences.
I will reblog this with every single story about someone getting sick because of an asshole giving them the opposite of what they ordered until it sinks in for everyone.
Recently on the news a 16 year old boy with a dairy allergy had gone to eat at IHOP with his family. The specifically asked if they could make dairy free pancakes and they said yes. Not too long after he had a reaction and was rushed to the hospital. This kid died because the was dairy in his pancakes that they asked for no dairy. His epi pen that his mother had wasnāt enough to help him. I know working in fast food or any job thatās serves food and beverage sucks but not as much as causing someone to get sick over negligence.
My youngest cousin ā who is now five, he just started kindergarten ā has Celiacās disease. You would not BELEIVE the amount of times Iāve heard my aunt say sheās ordered something gluten free, only to watch the waiter or waitressās eyes go huge when she gives it to my cousin ā my cousin with the medical id band on his tiny five year old wrist proclaiming I HAVE CELIACS and have to take it back.
Shit like this could kill my cousin. Knock it the fuck off.
I cannot tolerate caffeineāit makes me have chest pain and a racing pulse, and also gives me horrible body pain, so I always ask for decaf if I order coffee when Iām out, and doublecheck with the waiter/ress when they bring it. but instead of sayingĀ āis this decaf like I asked for?ā I always sayĀ āoh, did I remember to order decaf?ā I shouldnāt have to act like Iām the forgetful one (because I know damn well I asked for decaf) but it seems to work better than implying that they screwed up when I take the blame on myself like that. and if thereās any hesitation when they answer, I tell them,Ā āif thereās any doubt, please get another one, or just give me waterāif this is regular, itāll mess up my heartā and lots of times when I say that, they look alarmed and go change it or get another one.Ā
but I shouldnāt HAVE to share my personal medical history with strangers just to get my order right! no one should! how is it their business? it makes me really uncomfortable to have to do that. JUST GIVE PEOPLE WHAT THEY ORDER!
Iāve reblogged this maaaany times before but thereās a few new stories on here so iām doing it again.
cut this shit out
donāt be that kind of asshole.
As a diabetic, this would make me so beyond angry. Skinny doesnāt mean they donāt have a life threatening illness. Skinny doesnāt mean they can process sugar the way you do. People that do this are the worst kinds of people. DO NOT DO THIS!
Me and my family went to a restaurant a few years back and one of the dishes we ordered was made with wine vinegar, which I am allergic to, so we asked the waiter to skip it, and he said sure, no problem, thatās fine.
So my food gets to the table, and I start eating and then my throat closes and I canāt breathe and then I start coughing and throwing up right there in the middle of the restaurant and it was very fortunate that I was with my family and they knew what was happening to me.
I had to be rushed to the hospital, and admitted, and I came damn near close to having my throat cut open so I could breathe through a whole on my neck.
Because they put wine vinegar in my food when I explicitly told them not to, because they were assholes, and I could have died.
They probably didnāt mean to hurt me but they did. I missed class, and work, and, again, I COULD HAVE DIED.
i have cyclic vomiting syndrome and canāt tolerate dairy or red meat. violating my dietary restrictions triggers an acute episode, and i have to be hospitalized and given iv saline, ativan, and anti-emetics to stop the (extremely painful and incapacitating) vomiting. if somebody put regular milk instead of soy milk in my latte and i didnāt notice the taste immediately, i could wind up in the er and then spend several days in bed recovering, eating nothing but saltines and dry toast and clear liquids until my body was able to tolerate food again, unable to work or go out or do anything besides rest. whenever i go to starbucks, i WATCH them make my drink. cvs episodes are horrible and i hate them, and i can prevent them if i do everything right, but that means my damn barista has to cooperate. if somebody decided i was a stuck up white girl and gave me whole milk instead of soy they could put me in the hospital and cost me days of income. give ppl the food they fuckin order. itās not that hard.
Reblogging because itās so important. Iām āluckyā I donāt have any food allergies or intolerence, but it makes me mad when people take them not seriously, think you are picky or just following a āwhite girl diet fadā.
90% of people donāt take my cats and dog allergies seriously when I tell them Iām allergic and wondering if a cat or a dog is present at X place. They think itās just watery eyes. Nope. Well yeah, watery and itchy eyes, but I start wo wheeze and have trouble breathing. They donāt give epi-pen for those (anyway you have to go to the hospital after) just inhaler. Itās no miracle, specially if I didnāt take other meds before.
When people tell you about their allergies or restriction, trust them!
Reblogging for all the stories here because this is sooo important!Ā
I have a severe allergy to gluten and relate to MANY of the stories above. My daughter has a severe allergy to milk fat, and I have had to hold her hair many times while she vomits on the side of the road because we couldnāt even make it home from theĀ āaccidentalā whole milk instead of skim.Ā
Iām super lactose intolerant so accidental milk is always fun. Severe diarrhea, stomach cramps, bloating, and gas like you wouldnāt believe. Better than death you might say but, I have other medical conditions, so that diarrhea could lead to vomiting(itās so bad the vomit comes out my mouth AND nose) and dehydration that in turn becomes low cortisol and adrenal crisis. A bitchy barista can land me in the hospital with an intramuscular shot and saline iv. Hun, it takes no time to listen and follow my order. It takes me at least 24 hours to get out of the hospital. Be nice.
Iām allergic to pork. Legit allergic. I canāt count how many times Iāve had to ask it off my food only to receive it with bacon or ham or something on it.
Please respect peoples food requests. It costs 0.00$ to not be a dick.
I actually have customers who say theyāll only eat at my restaurant when Iām there, because they know I require all policy to be followed, as inĀ āI will kick you the fuck off your shift if you skimp,ā if someone says the words āI have an allergy.ā I developed our allergy policies, for that matter, because what we had in place before wasĀ āI guess you shouldnāt change your gloves ⦠. ?ā On my shifts your gloves get changed, that line gets wiped down with a new cloth, paper under EVERY ITEM for the person with the allergy, bag their food separately to prevent contact. If thereās a risk of cross-contamination with an allergen, like tomatoes in the guac because stuff spills when youāre moving as fast as we do, Iāll open a new bag of food. I learned the ingredients in every item we serve so I could advise people on hidden allergens (e.g., thereās a small amount of wheat in our beef as a thickener; we fry with safflower oil). We have a grease pencil to mark special builds and I use it liberally on allergy orders. If all of this sounds like overkill, youāve never watched a child suffer from anaphylaxis. I donāt play around.
Like, I bitch about my job a lot, but food allergies and special needs are not something I will ever bitch about. Even if youāre a complete asshole I wonāt risk contaminating your food. (Although people with allergies seem to be way nicer than the general population, I gotta say.) Donāt do it. If someoneās a petty asshole to you, give them too much ice in their drink. Donāt play with their health.
DO NOT FUCKING SCROLL PAST THIS P L E A S E
Reblogging this again because it is important. Doing the right thing has no cost but doing the wrong thing can cost a personās life. Donāt be a dick, give the person what they ordered
I have no food allergies but I DO have an eating disorder, and will make requests to lower calories.
Now when people are assholes and fuck with my food / donāt provide, say, almond milk in place of whole milk in a frappuccino at Starbucks, nothing bad will happen to me like mentioned above.
However, I do notice, and itās just horrible how they will still do the complete opposite of what you request, sometimes just because they know they can or donāt want to make that āāāextra effortāāā *eye roll*
Respect please
AGAIN:
It doesnāt matter if they have a disease or just want to be healthy.
Give them what they ordered.
I canāt imagine what kind of vindication asshole waiters/baristas/servers of any kind would get from even CONSIDERING deliberately screwing up a customerās order. Like?? What do they gain?? Best case scenario, the customer isnāt allergic to anything and you alone get to know that youāre an asshole who thinks ignoring a simple request from a customer is something to laugh about or worse, take some kind of sick pride in.
At worst, you cause events like these. Either you hurt someone or make them so sick you threaten their life. What is the point of even risking that?? You have literally nothing worthwhile to gain by dicking around with someoneās order. So many people are allergic to things. Donāt fucking risk it.
No matter how much Iāve hurt you, or how much youāve hurt me
One thing will always be true for me:Ā
I will never, ever be angry or upset with you for being honest with me about those feelings.Ā Iāve lived my whole life under the thumb of a man who stood opposite to me on this issue. I am promising every person Iāve ever interacted with, or willĀ interact with, that I will never be mad at you for being honest with me.
If you have an issue with me, tell me,Ā if and when you can.Ā
I canāt change how I act or behave, nor can I apologize for wronging you, unless you tell me what it is Iāve done to hurt you.
forget wanderlust, sonder, all those words for vague dreamy feelings⦠what Iām asking for is a concise word for the feeling you get when someone makes an assumption about you thatās 100% correct but you really donāt like that anyone was able to make that assumption. for now Iām calling it a fuckor
āhe asked me āyou main junkrat rightā and a wave of fuckor wracked my feeble bodyā
send me asks. make me tremble with fuckor
SomeoneĀ walked up to me in Barnes and Noble like 4 years ago and asked me where the Manga section was. I told them where, but I also let them know that i didnāt work there. They kind of shrugged then looked me dead in the eyes and said.
The other day my manager admitted that she still shops at hot topic, and when I told I knew already because she seemed like the type she threatened to fire me
The metal is cold in Kibaās grasp and Kibaās mind feels incredibly still considering the situation.Ā
Kiba can feel Ukonās cells inside his own, Ukonās cells attacking to his own and killing them. Literally killing him from the inside out.Ā
Some part of Kiba knows he should be panicking, screaming, anything, but he doesnāt. He grips the cold metal of the Kunai in his hand and feels bitter indifference about what heās about to do.Ā
Kiba raises the kunai and slams it into his stomach where his plate armour ends. He feels skin burst and peal, feels warm blood explode from the wound. He canāt stop theĀ contorted yell that escapes him and his breath is punched out of his chest.Ā
Kiba is killing himself and he is killing Ukon. If Kiba is going to die then Ukon will die here as well.Ā
Kiba turns his head as blood dribbles out of the corner of his mouth.Ā āDie with me,ā he whispers, smiling too hard with too many teeth for it to look anywhere near a smile, but Akamaru lays motionless a few metres from them and Kiba canāt even see his chest move.Ā
He finds he doesnāt care about what happens to him. He doesnāt care if he dies here, in the middle of nowhere, just a Genin. He doesnāt care if he dies for Sasuke. And maybe that should scare him, maybe his indifference should at the very least put him on edge.Ā
It doesnāt.Ā
Ukon screams louder and writhes inside Kiba, he can feel their connection begins to tear and so he tears the kunai out and slams it in again, harder. Ukon screams something that rises from deep in his chest that barely sounds human.Ā
Kiba can barely breathe himself, but Ukon is dying as well, and Ukon will die here, by Kibaās hand. heāll make sure of it.Ā
āSuicide? Youāre – youāre insane,ā Ukon gurgles, the blood pooling in his mouth obscuring his words but Kiba scoffs all the same and grinds the kunai into his wound.Ā
āIām not the one bending over backwards for a man prepared to kill anyonefor a fucking madman. Iām not anyoneās little pet,ā Kiba says. He coughs up more blood and savours the outraged look on Ukonās face.Ā
Ukon opens his mouth, but Kiba doesnāt let him even start, he slams the kunai into his side for a third time and sees white. He hears Ukonās gurgled cry and feels the connection rip itās self from Kiba entirely.Ā
The tearing hurts as much as Kiba stabbing himself in the stomach and with the sudden absence of Ukon, all of Kibaās balance evaporates and he pitches forward, slamming into the dirt.Ā
Ukon screams behind him, gripping the wound in his stomach, and Kiba feels like heās inches from death itself, but Kiba had said that Ukon would die right here, and Kiba finds himself determined to see it through.Ā
He stumbles upright, his vision swirls and his stomach riots, but becauseĀ of Ukon, Akamaru is hurt and who knows how badly, and for that Ukon has lost all of Kibaās mercies.Ā
Anyone who knows the Inuzuka knows they would raise hell itself for their pack.
Kiba stumbles over to him and falls to his knees at Ukons side. He grabs Ukonās horn, holding him in place.Ā
āI killed your piece of shit puppy!ā Ukon crows out, eyes wide with hysteria and breath wildly erratic.Ā
āYou can kill me, but I killed him!ā Kiba lifts the kunai up, and for the first time looks Ukon right in the eyes. He can smell Akamaru, he can smell pain, desperation, but he canāt smell death.Ā
āIt didnāt work,ā Kiba says, and he slams the kunai down into his neck and scapes it across, tearing through blood vessels and skin until it hits the armour covering Ukonās arm and part of his neck.
Ukon gurgles out a cry, desperate and full of fury. Kiba leaves the kunai in his neck and pushes himself backwards, his own wound flaring up. He sits there for a moment as blood soaks his jacket and breathing becomes harder.Ā
He pulls himself upright with painful slowness and approaches Akamaru. He canāt fight the other twin like he is, in so much pain he can barely walk straight and his head swimming.Ā
He falls down gracelessly next to Akamaru and he closes his eyes. If Kiba is going to die here, like this, there is no way in hell Kiba is going to die laying down. There is no way Kiba is going to just let someone kill him.
He pulls himself upright again, unable to muffle his groan and pulls Akamaru into his arms. Kibaās never been good at giving up.
Kiba wakes in the hospital to hissing words and his head pounding.
Iāll kill you the voice says and Kiba looks around the room, pain forgotten in his haze of panic because Kiba knows that voice. That voice is Ukonās.
I killed your pup his voice says and Kiba looks at Akamaru sitting, resting on a little pillow, Hana is sitting there as well, watching him with obvious worry in her eyes.
āKiba areĀ you,ā she asks but Kiba loses the rest of what she says as Ukon hisses some disjointed words that Kiba canāt make sense of and Kiba struggles to breathe. Ukon is dead. Kiba killed him. Ukon is dead.
He looks around the room, trying to find the origin of the voice and sees only the ninken.Ā
Useless the voice shouts, loud and abrasive and Kiba flinches, pulling on stitches and he doubles over as pain shoots through him
Hana is suddenly right in Kibaās face, her hands on his shoulders.
āKiba, breathe,ā she says just as Ukonās voice whisper you canāt run and it sounds like itās right in Kibaās ear but thatās not possible because Ukon is dead and Kiba killed him.
Hana is suddenly gone and that strikes cold fear in his heart. He puts his hands over his ears, as his throat constricts, his eyes burn and Ukon whispers heated words that make no sense to him. The world around him falls, pain forgotten until all Kiba can hear is the voices echoing through his head.
He comes too again when he is literally in Tsumeās lap and sheās running hands through his hair, looking at him, her features pinched in worry.
āYou with me now?ā she asks and Kiba realises his hands are still pressed firmly over his ears and his whole body trembles.
He nods and Tsume slowly eases his hands from around his head. āYou were trying to say something earlier,ā she says. āYou can hear someone in your head?ā
Kiba nods and tries to pull his thoughts into some sort of order. Itās Ukonās voice, but heās saying out of context phrases that make no sense or confusing babbles, there must be just enough of Ukon left inside him to hear him.Ā
āI killed him though,ā Kiba whispers. He wants to say more, desperately wants to tell his mother everything because his mother is amazing and thereās nothing she canāt handle. Kiba could handle Ukon fusing to his body, could handle stabbing himself, but now, thereās a bit of Ukon left inside him and Kiba doesnāt know how to handle that.
āNone of that,ā Tsume reprimands him as she runs a patient hand along his back, willing Kibaās breathing under control. She gathers him up in her arms, wrapped in blankets and turns to Hana, her face pulled into a kind of determination that Kiba hasnāt seen on her before.
āUpdate Hikari on the situation, sheāll know what to do. I have people to visit and faces to punch. Iāll see you later sweetie,ā she says.
I want to get stronger! Ukonās voice returns, screaming into his mind, pounding the words into his head with enough force it actually hurts. Kiba flinches in Tsumeās hold and he misses whatever Tsume or Hana says next, his breath stuttering and vision swirling.
The next thing Kiba realises theyāre running through the forests of Fire country, tucked into his mother arms, Kuromaru by her side and Kiba feels so weak in her arms. āYouāre going to Orochimaru?ā he asks because he doubts anyone else can fix this mess.
She glances down at him and smiles, her powerful canines on full display before she turns her head back to the forest. āDonāt worry kid,ā she says. āIāll have Orochimaru pissing his pants by the time Iām done with him.ā
Knowing his mother, Kiba doesnāt doubt her in the slightest.
Hc that Tsume swears like a sailor and so, Kiba learnt from the best.