shattermenews:

I don’t know, kid. Those ice cream trucks never came into my neighborhood. The world I remember was tired and racist and volatile as hell, ripe for a hostile takeover by a shit regime. We were already divided. The conquering was easy. Anyway, I ran away from an orphanage when I was eight, so I don’t remember much of that cutesy shit, regardless.

gisabarrow:

Why Are There Not More Edits of Kenji Kishimoto: an Ongoing Series

“He must’ve been starving, the poor kid. He always,” Castle says, blinking up at the ceiling now, “he always had a strong, determined sort of personality. So much pride. Unstoppable, that boy.”

ignitesme:

“You’ll fight with me?” I ask him, hardly breathing. “Fight back with me? Even if it’s with Warner?”

Kenji smiles. Looks up at the sky. “Hell yeah,” he says. 

“Really?”

“I’m here for you, kid. That’s what friends are for.”

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Why Are There Not More Edits of Kenji Kishimoto: an Ongoing Series