hi sakura should’ve had wood style + sage mode like hashirama heres why
she’s never seen using them yet her canon nature types are earth and water (the two elements needed for wood style)
yamato, the only other living wood style user, was literally her captain and could’ve trained her like naruto - and as a wood style user she could’ve trained with naruto by controlling kurama instead of sitting around with sai and watching
she’s the student and successor of tsunade (hashirama’s granddaughter) and surpassed even tsunade’s byakugou - as in, the closest jutsu to hashirama’s regeneration
from the beginning her character and narrative have heavily involved nature and growth (even down to her name - literally “spring field of cherry blossoms” - and color design - green + floral pinks)
she has a much higher focus / concentration and learning speed than naruto, who reached sage mode! she should be able to just as well!
sage mode is already taught by both the toads and snakes, so narratively the slugs should be able to teach it too - and sakura already has an established summoning ability and connection with katsuyu
just a little thing, but sakura’s clasped hands shown repeatedly in openings and endings could’ve grown from a passive gesture to one of strength - the snake hand sign iconic to wood style
not to be cheesy but let sakura go from a bud to a flower to a fucking Tree
Requested: Yes. Anon: hey! I really love your blog and I was wondering if you could do a reid x reader where the reader has a wet dream about Spencer and she finally tells him about her dream after he asks her what’s wrong and it ends in smut?? thank you so much
Word Count: 3,589, Warnings: Swearing, NSFW, Oral Sex.
A/N: Oh my God okay so I went a little crazy on this one and it’s a full fledged long fic. I was writing this and I actually needed to take a break my palms were sweating because Reid is so fucking hot. Anyway, I hope you like it! Please let me know if you want a Part 2 ;)
- M xo
(Gif not mine, credit to owner)
Sprawled out on your bed, your naked form was being admired and touched by a handsome man. He glided his fingers up and down the sides of your thighs as he placed sensual kisses on your stomach. “God, you’re so beautiful.”, whispered Spencer.
Wait what? Spencer? Hold on. Did you just have a wet dream about your nerdy co-worker?
You woke up in your bed covered in sweat as you tried to calm down your flustered state as you panted heavily trying to vaguely recollect the memories of the dream you had just had. It wasn’t a bad dream, in fact, it was amazing. You squeezed your thighs together in hopes of some sort of relief, but all you could do was think about the dream, which made your state even worse.
You sat there in silence as you tried to comprehend what had just happened. You’d been working at the BAU for 4 years now and you had never thought of Spencer that way. Sure he was tall, had gorgeous chiselled cheekbones and never failed to amaze you with his intelligent brain. Oh, God. Here you were thinking inappropriately about your co-worker at 3 in the morning when you had to be in for work at 7. There was no way you were going to act normal in front of him after this strange yet intoxicating image of you and Spencer practically having sex ingrained in your brain. All you could do was try to get back to sleep and hope that the flush would be over in the morning.
“’Dance, you guys!’ Thalia ordered. ‘You look stupid just standing there.’ I looked nervously at Annabeth, then at the group of girls who were roaming the gym. ‘Well?’ Annabeth said. ‘Um, who should I ask?’ She punched me the gut. ‘Me, Seaweed Brain.’ ‘Oh. Oh, right.’”
Some thoughts I’ve been mulling over for a while...
SJM Haters: “No diversity!” *Shoving aside canonically black High Lords Tarquin and the bisexual Helion, Thesan, Nesryn, all of the Southern Continent, etc*
SJM Haters: “Everyone is white!” *Punching the non-white Illyrian races, not to mention about 90% of the Summer Court*
SJM Haters: “They’re all heterosexual!” *Throws Thesan, Mor, Aedion, the Blackbeak Matron, Thea and Kaya off of a cliff* (Actually, feel free to throw the Matron off a cliff lmao)
SJM Haters: “Rowan is abusive” *blatantly ignores the fact that Rowan was literally tied to a queen who forced him to do terrible things, and he still found it in himself to love Aelin unconditionally*
SJM Haters: “She doesn’t tackle any important issues!” *Stepping on Rhysand’s history of sexual abuse, not to mention Lysandra’s history of sexual abuse, oh and also Aedion, whose nickname was literally ‘Adarlan’s Whore,’ and the slave trade, and the treatment of ‘lesser faeries’ in comparison to ‘High Fae.’*
I’m not trying to say that the ACOTAR/TOG books aren’t without their flaws. Every book, every movie, every song, every piece of artwork that has ever been created has a flaw in some way. Often, there are multiple flaws. It is okay to acknowledge these flaws. It is okay to even criticize them. What is not okay is discrediting the immense amount of work that SJM puts into these books. She released two (2) fantasy novels longer than 200,000 words in a single year. I don’t pretend to know everything that goes on at Bloomsbury Publishing, but I honestly believe that she did that for her fans. She started writing Throne of Glass when she was 16; she got it published 11 years later. Books take time; lots of it. Ask George RR Martin, who also tackles the heavy genre of fantasy, but he’s been working on Winds of Winter for six years. Do you think SJM would have wanted to go over these books for another year or combed through them just one more time before she published them? Yeah, probably. Every author, writer, fanfiction writer, artist, or whomever, wants just a bit more time to add those final details, to keep chipping away (because let me tell you, even when it’s done, we don’t feel like it’s done). But you know what else? She’s probably damn proud of them, too. As well she should be. The amount of times I find myself laughing with these characters and crying and screeching, it says enough.
idk well if things are meant to be they'll be!! maybe read your horoscope? i'm sure things will work out. (score: 2/10, bad advice for most scenarios but she is a romantic at heart)
Well, you should make a list of pros and cons about your relationship. If the cons outweigh the pros in number and significance, it's worth putting some effort into getting couples therapy at least. (score: 8.5/10, solid advice but not always applicable)
dump him (score: ♂/10)
Ohh, that's sad to hear... It's always a good idea to talk to your partner if you're unhappy. If they care about you then they'll listen. You need to look after yourself first! Don't settle for someone who makes you miserable just to be in a relationship. Trust me... (score: 9/10, solid motherly advice but sometimes easier said than done)
Problems? You can do better!!!! Get out and find someone who will appreciate YOU for YOU!! go OUT there! CHASE those honeys!! Have so much fun you forget about your ex in the first place!! WHO???? you don't know. you're too busy partying and loving yourself. Peace out. (score: 0/10)
I’ve always had some kind of affinity towards contrasts, macro vs. micro, since I was a kid. I even had recurring nightmares that reflected it. I can’t only imagine one side; I see the physical and the spiritual, the beautiful and the ugly. I acknowledge that for every lovely thing in the world there is something just as dreadful happening at the same time. I find some comfort in things that aren’t easy to define, maybe because I always felt like I was an in-between myself.
Chelsea Wolfe, from an interview conducred c. February 2017
Summary: Newt has been distant the past week, focusing only on Tina and their work. You try to strike up conversation with him at dinner, but, after many failed attempts, grow irritated and leave early. Queenie decides to take matters into her own hands.
Word Count: 2,224
Pairing: Newt x Reader
Requested by Anonymous
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You sit at the dinner table with no goal but to enjoy the meal as Queenie flutters around, stirring pots with both her hands and magic. She already denied your offer to help, so you decided to pass the time talking with her. Newt had disappeared somewhere, probably inside the case, and you had immediately decided against a walk when you glanced at the growing grey clouds outside.
Inside is warm and cozy. You’re wearing your favorite gold sweater. The heat from the cooking keeps out the bite of chilly air rattling the windows. Queenie is humming a jazzy tune you’ve never heard before, only stopping to giggle at Jacob’s red face when he bumps into her.
“I’m sorry.” He says as his face turns a shade of tomato red.
“It ain’t a problem, honey.” Queenie doesn’t break a stride. “What is it you’re making?”
You’re pretty sure she asks it for your sake, given the sounds your stomach has been making since he stuck the pastries he’d spent all afternoon making into the oven, and the smell had spread throughout the small room.
“Special strawberry turnovers.”
“What makes them so special?” You ask, raising your voice over the bubbling, clanking, and simmering sounds filling the area.
“They’re my momma’s recipe. Filled with love and one other special ingredient.”
Queenie swings by Jacob with the pot of stew in hand. “I don’t think nutmeg is very secret, honey.” Five bowls float down into their places around the table as Queenie sets the stew in the center.
“I never said –“
“You don’t have to.” She smiles at him and lifts the pot’s lid.
The rich smell wafts over the table to you. You breathe it in, closing your eyes to revel in the memories it brings back. Your mother always made beef stew with potatoes and chopped carrots for special occasions. Mentally thanking Queenie, you slide your chair back and step toward the pot, scooping the stew in until it nearly sloshes out the side. Queenie merely smiles at you and twirls around Jacob.
She resumes her humming. The turnovers mix with the scent of the stew and your mouth waters. The windows shake, generating a beat that Queenie forms her music around. Jacob’s laugh fills the warm room, and your entire world, for once, is at peace.
Your content joy only expands when Newt walks in, messy auburn hair plastered against his forehead from the rain sprinkling outside, giant, beautiful smile stretched across his face. You glance at your stew, fighting the huge smile trying to break upon your face. Queenie kicks you under the table and, when you meet her gaze, lifts an eyebrow. You give a quick nod before staring back down at your food, trying to resist beaming.
The fight becomes much easier when Tina walks in behind Newt, also covered in water, smile upon her face.