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sakura from sasuke’s pov

Many of us remember quite well the sasuke vs naruto genin fight 

Not many know about sakura role in it 

She is the front for the cover of their battle. And the background was what caught my attention

It looks more like a puzzle to me , where all the pieces are clued together.

And well the sasuke pov contains a huge number of sasusaku moments an expecially sakura ones

All the pieces lead to a smiling sakura .It’s like sakura is the one holding the pieces of the puzzle together.

And this is the third time I had to redo this post since tumblr didn’t publish my posts urghhhh


The Foretellers - Pokemon AU
       (click individuals if they’re not hq)


Originally posted by natuuturnerogorman

Author’s note: I’m rewriting this fanfic because the original’s format was ugly as hell and it irked my soul so I’m redoing the whole thing 

Fandom: The Hobbit

Summary: The Fem!Reader is on her period and when Fili and Kili find out what periods are they think she’s dying…(which is what it feels like)

Italicized: Thoughts

Warnings: Cursing

Thorin had finally decided to make camp and you were miserable. You’ve been catching wave after wave of cramps all day. You were trying not to show the pain because you were surrounded by eleven dwarves, a hobbit, and an old wizard. NO. Everyone was sitting at the campfire and Bombur was passing around dinner. You weren’t hungry so you decided to excuse yourself, “Hey guys, I’m not really hungry so I’m just going to go lay down.” You stand and wince as another waves of craps hits you. “Y/N are you alright?” Kili asks.

Yeah! I’m great besides the fact that my uterus is trying to commit suicide!

You smile sweetly, masking the pain and say, “I’m fine Kili, I’m just tired.” You leave the campfire and lay down on your bedroll. Fili and Kili walk over to you.

Now what?!

“Y/N do you still have those bandages we were looking for earlier?” Fili asks. “Yeah, they’re in my bag” you say. Fili and Kili start looking through your bag and you roll over hugging your sides. “What are these?” You rolls over and what they were holding were not bandages.


Kili turns the pad over in his hands, “Are they some sort of bandage?” he asks. “Yes are a very special kind of bandage and they’re mine” you say snatching the pads from them. “What are they, and why are the special?” Fili asks. You take a deep breath and say, “Pads, they’re pads.” “What are the used for?” Kili asks. 

Damn it…

“I use them when I’m on my period which I’m on right now” you explain.  “What is a period?” Kili asks. 


“You don’t know a thing about women do you?” you ask. They just blink at you. “No? Okay… A period is a cycle women go through every month where blood comes out our-” “You’re bleeding?!” Fili interrupts. “Well yes” you say. They stare at you horrified. “How long have you been bleeding?!” Kili asks. “About three days” you say. They both jump up and start running around the camp yelling “SHE’S DYING! Y/N’S DYING! SHE’S BLEEDING OUT! SHE’S DYING!” Everyone’s standing up worried and confused except for Gandalf, Thorin, and Bilbo. 

“Fili! Kili! Come here!” Thorin orders. The two brothers stop yelling and obey. “Y/N is not dying” Thorin says. “But she’s blee-” “She is not dying” Thorin states firmly. Fili and Kili look a each other confused. Gandlaf step in, “Yes Y/N is bleeding but it is a natural process. Now look at the poor girl you’ve embarrassed her.” Everyone was staring at you and you were completely mortified.

Kill me now

Fili and Kili walk over to your bed roll and sit down. You sit up and face them. “I’m sorry” they say in unison. “I forgive you” you say. Fili smiles and fidgets with the hem of his tunic, embarrassed by the situation. “…Why?” Kili asks. “I don’t know! It’s just the way women were designed!” you snap. “Sorry to upset you” Kili says. “No it’s just I get these cramps and they really hurt and it makes everything all sensitive and makes me really irritated” you explain. “Oh!” They say. “I need chocolate”


Elder Scrolls Mer
  • Altmer: We are the best because we are the original. We have preserved thousands of years of Elvan culture, knowledge, and civility. All other races shrink in comparison.
  • Dunmer: We are the most magically superior. Our ancestors are held in such high regard that we can summon them if needed. We have defeated and enslaved other races, and the great houses of Morrowind rule with an iron fist. Our Tribunal is fierce and terrible.
  • Orsimer: We are intimidating and strong. Our honor comes from the great Malacath from who the gods spurned. We are masters in battle and blood lust, never relenting until our dying breath.
  • Bosmer: *sweats nervously and hides "I love nature" sign.*
The Little Things

I had to redo this one. I think it sounds better in present tense. It’s my first attempt at fluff instead of smut.

Also, as far as tags go, I’ve just been typing in each letter of the alphabet and clicking on the Supernatural blogs that show up. I’m sure there’s a better way to do it, but I don’t know how yet. And if you don’t want to be tagged, I will cut that shit out. This is all just super new to me. 😊


It’s the little things that do it to him. Those little things that keep her on his brain nearly all the time.

It’s the way she answers the phone as an FBI supervisor, taking over the “new Bobby” role with confidence, barking out commands with sexy, assured authority.

It’s the way she is always so careless about physical affection, as if it comes easy to her, as if she grew up loving and being loved. She throws herself onto Dean’s lap while they’re having a rare, relaxing night in. Or puts her feet in his lap and wiggles her toes suggestively, smiling innocently and waiting for him to take the hint and massage her. She flings her arms around his neck from behind while he does research, just to give him a hug and tell him he’s loved. She says, “I love you, friend” constantly. Everything is so natural with her. He starts to feel like it’s normal, like he deserves the happiness she lavishes him with.

It’s the way she offers to do his laundry or clean up the after-dinner dishes for him and for Sam, no strings attached. Not trying to make them owe her one, just because she wants to show her boys some kindness. Because she knows they’ve seen far too little of it.

It’s the way she pays attention to all his and Sam’s likes and dislikes so she can have surprises waiting for them when they return home from a hunt. His favorite pie, Sam’s favorite salad dressing, their favorite beer. She pays attention.

It’s the way she dances around like a crazy person in the bunker when she thinks no one is watching, singing off-key and having no natural rhythm at all.

It’s the way she laughs with her entire body when he or Sam say something even remotely humorous. Dean has never honestly thought of himself as a funny person, but she makes him feel like he could do stand-up comedy. Her laughter is music and it’s Dean’s favorite song.

It’s the way she falls asleep at the table looking over the lore with Sam, drool pooling out of her mouth, her eyebrows scrunched up in worry, still looking completely adorable.

It’s the way she has to wear three pairs of fuzzy socks around the bunker because her feet get cold too quickly on the marble floors and she hates wearing shoes at home.

It’s the way she launches herself into his arms when they walk in the door. Always him first, Sam second, like he’s special to her. And she always kisses him on the cheeks and tells him how much she’s missed him. He loves the feel of those soft, plump lips on his skin.

It’s the way her voice drops to a sultry whisper when she’s sleepy, before she’s had her coffee in the morning. It’s the way she’s still so goddamn adorable, even when she’s cranky.

It’s the way she sighs softly when she’s stretching, her tank top rising up to just under her breasts, her taut tummy on display, making him wonder if she’s doing it on purpose, if she wants him to look. He wonders if she’d make those happy, sexy noises in bed with him.

It’s the way she sometimes snorts when she laughs and the way she cries when she’s pissed. People take her tears for weakness, but Dean knows her well enough by now to get out of the line of fire when her eyes well up.

It’s the way she comes to sleep with him in his bed sometimes when she gets cold or the nightmares get to be too bad. And the way she rubs her feet together next to his, trying to get warmth back into her icy toes because she refuses to sleep in anything but panties and one of his tee shirts. “I like my legs free,” she always says. He does too.

It’s the way she is sunshine in the lives of two men who’ve seen an overwhelming amount of darkness. It’s the way she’s able to be encouraging and positive even after she watched her family get ripped apart by a vengeful spirit, even after she had to uproot her entire life and come live sequestered in some hundred-year-old bunker with men she barely knew. It’s the way she immediately trusted and felt safe with them, despite all she’s been through, despite the heartache she carries with her always.

It’s the way she seems to know that Dean is falling head over heels in love with her, but she neither stops it nor encourages it. It’s the way she seems to just be waiting for him to get over his bullshit and have his happily ever after with her. On his terms, when he’s ready.

It’s her patience and charm, her encouragement, her smiles…

It’s her. For Dean, it will always be her.

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For a really long time that’s all I had. Little moments with a girl who saw me as a friend. And, a lot of people told me I was crazy to wait this long for a date with a girl I worked with but I think, even then I knew that… I was waiting for my w i f e.


the mianite crew / tiem reester

“so basically, tom wanted to be able to get the day back to the beginning, and so he put in - he was trying to type in skype chat ‘time reset’ - instead, he wrote ‘tiem reester.’”