Just-a-Blog 😂

Yeah so I'm not the biggest fan of blogs or blogging in general but this site does have pretty decent fanfics and fanfic writers and so here we are. If I ever muster up the energy to get back into my writing maybe I'll make this blog into something less basic, but for now this will just have to do. Side Note: I'm a 27 year old woman.

[televisionenjoyer]

NOOOO THE SIX ORGASMS PERIOD HACK GOT REBLOGS DISABLED JUST AS I TRIED TO REBLOG IT whatever. I'm trying that next period.

[televisionenjoyer]

Rescued media. Fuck it.

[mysteria1996]

This was the first thing I saw when I opened Tumblr and I honestly don't know what reality is anymore.

[the-nameless-human200]

I couldn’t reboot it for some reason

[kitsmits]

In a contest of suffering, there are no winners.

[saturnsorbits]

If you’ve ever written anything and posted it here: thank you.

Thank you for sharing your talent, for entertaining us, for making us laugh and cry and giggle and kick our feet.

You might not think your 500 word drabble about Bakugo drinking a black americano while making googly eyes at the barista meant anything, but it did. It made someone smile, brightened someone’s day…

To those who write long fic and series’, I know it can be tiring, but there are people out there that return to your fic over and over again just to feel the emotions you’ve given them and to spend more time in your world, to cherish it…

I know it can be hard when the whole world sounds quiet when you’ve just poured your soul out and posted it; but I’m here to say, it matters, it matters so fucking much.

Fic writers are truly stunning creatures - who pour themselves into their work and offer it up for free. So yeah, thank you.

[grungekitty-77]

Not that anybody asked, but I think it's important to understand how shame and guilt actually work before you try to use it for good.

It's a necessary emotion. There are reasons we have it. It makes everything so. much. worse. when you use it wrong.

Shame and guilt are DE-motivators. They are meant to stop behavior, not promote it. You cannot, ever, in any meaningful way, guilt someone into doing good. You can only shame them into not doing bad.

Let's say you're a parent and your kid is having issues.

Swearing in class? Shame could work. You want them to stop it. Keep it in proportion*, and it might help. *(KEEP IT IN PROPORTION!!!)

Not doing their homework? NO! STOP! NO NOT DO THAT! EVER! EVER! EVER! You want them to start to do their homework. Shaming them will have to opposite effect! You have demotivated them! They will double down on NOT doing it. Not because they are being oppositional, but because that's what shame does!

You can't guilt people into building better habits, being more successful, or getting more involved. That requires encouragement. You need to motivate for that stuff!

If you want it in a simple phrase:

You can shame someone out of being a bad person, but you can't shame them into being a good person.

[grungekitty-77]

Fun fact, that was literally what inspired me to make this post!

[kitsmits]

Okay. I have to say something. For those who’d rather not see a post about the shit going on in the world, I’ll put this under a “read more” cut. But I have to get this off my chest, even though I know I’m likely to receive some shit for it.

“Raise your hand if you’re a Zionist; this is your chance to get out.” Said by someone wearing a mask to hide their face to a subway full of people.

Homes splashed with red triangles and handprints - symbols used by extremists to mark targets they want taken out.

Holocaust museums around the world vandalized. People threatened and told that we need to bring back the gas chamber.

How does one claim to be anti-genocide while calling for a genocide?

I want to believe that the majority of protestors want positive change and accountability for what’s been happening in Gaza for far too long. I want to believe that their hearts are in the right place.

But targeting and threatening Jewish people around the world? Attacking and threatening anyone who dares to disagree with how some pro-Palestine protestors are acting?

That is not the act of someone who claims to want freedom and fairness for anyone. That is the behavior of someone who cares more about feeling righteous than they do about treating the people around them with decency. You care so much about what’s happening to people halfway around the world, but you’re perfectly fine with threatening, harassing, and endangering the lives of people in your own city?

How does that make sense?

I am afraid of what’s happening right now, not because I’m “pro” or “anti” either side, but because we’ve seen this happen before. We have seen entire groups of people dehumanized for their skin, for their beliefs, for their ancestral origins. We’ve seen entire countries slide down this slope before: the name-calling, the singling out and “othering,” the stereotyping and generalizing; then the conspiracy theories, propaganda, and outright lies; the “demonstrations,” vandalism of homes and businesses that have even the slightest association with the offending group, the verbal threats against life and livelihood…

Before long, those verbal threats start to be carried out. People get hurt. People get killed.

And if you try to come at me with “well boo-hoo, they shoulda thought about that before bombing Palestine” - fuck off. First of all, I’m not even talking about the Israeli government or military. I’m afraid for my husband, a baker whose main goal in life is to bring others a little bit of joy with what he does. I’m afraid for my father in law, a doctor who’s saved and improved so many lives - I’m afraid that just because he is Jewish, he will be targeted, threatened, harassed, or even hurt or worse.

Just because some short-sighted protestors drunk on their own sense of righteousness think he’s somehow responsible for bombing people halfway around the world.

This is how shit like what’s going on in Gaza comes to be: people dehumanizing each other to the point that it becomes easy to harm and kill. To the point that kidnapping and assault become the “right” and “acceptable” things to do, so long as you’re doing it to the other side and it’s not being done to you. To the point that concentration camps, gas chambers, and mass graves become things that people cheer for.

People should protest injustice. But what’s been happening recently isn’t about protesting injustice. Far from it.

[mysteria1996]

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[berlynn-wohl]

someone I follow on the bird app just announced they're starting a very exclusive private fic server because they and a bunch of other people want to talk about how much they love the fics they're reading, and as an author can I just say that a really great place to talk about a fic you love is in the comments for that fic

I understand that people are trying to create safe spaces, but as the number of comments that I get on my fics dwindles with each passing year, knowing these spaces exist where my fics are being discussed, places that I am excluded from, makes me want to write fic LESS

I mean I guess who cares, right, because if I stop writing, there's 10,000 other people that will continue...but if you participate in a fic "book club" server and you say nice things there about a fic you loved, maybe copy and paste that into a comment on AO3?

the only thing fanfic writers are asking for in return for hours of hard work is attention. please don't rob us of the one thing that we hope for when we hit "post"

[berlynn-wohl]

this is directly related to this post I made about how fanfic authors now are treated like content mills, and not like valued members of a creative community who thrive on interaction. for the past decade, we've watched the fandom ecosystem disrupted over and over, as NSFW fan artists seek safety by putting their work behind paywalls, and self-conscious fic readers squirrel away their feelings in invite-only communities

an easy way to do your part to fight against the evils perpetrated by social media is to leave a comment on a fanfic you love

[muffinlance]

I would actually dissolve into a puddle of primordial happiness if someone just straight up copied a whole ass discord discussion about my fic and dropped it in a comment. No joke

(Though on a practical note please do any hypothetical copy-pasting as actual text not a screen shot so my poor abused author eyes didn't have to squint tearfully as I read your tiny pixelated text at maximum zoom)

[kitsmits]

Mono no Aware Bonus Scene!

25.5: “Plans and Purple Elephants”

This is a scene I originally wrote to include either in Chapter 25 or 27, but it didn’t really fit tonally in either. However, I still really like the scene and it does establish the start of some important character dynamics, so here it is! Enjoy :)

There was something strange happening.

Earlier that day, Sorano Kaede had arrived at Urahara Shoten bearing something entirely unexpected: food. Hot, homemade food. Ikkaku and Yumichika trailed in after her, arms laden with bowls and plates; they must have been on Kaede-watching duty, something Renji was glad to be exempted from on account of his training with Chad.

“Thought we could all use a pick-me-up for training,” she explained, directing Ikkaku and Yumichika to lay everything out. The smells alone drew Renji closer, despite his wariness of the woman. Everything just smelled…irresistible. There was some sort of shredded meat, still steaming and coated in a spicy sauce; fresh chopped vegetables and herbs; and was that rice yellow?

“Are those….tortillas?”

Renji nearly jumped at the sound of Chad’s voice behind him. Kaede looked up at the tall teen and smiled. “Yes - flour, not corn, I’m afraid. I couldn’t get the masa here.”

Chad’s eyes were wide under his thick bangs. “You made all of this?”

“Well, I couldn’t really sleep last night,” she admitted, tucking her hair behind her ear with a shrug. “And to be honest, I get kind of bored with Japanese cuisine after a week or so. Guess I’m just used to spicier food.”

“I haven’t had fresh tortillas in years,” Chad said, looking at the food like he couldn’t quite believe what he was seeing. “Not since I left Mexico.”

Kaede’s brows shot up. “¿Eres de México?”

Chad blinked in surprise. “Crecí allí. ¿Tú hablas español?”

That was when the weirdness really began. Renji looked on, growing ever more perplexed as the two spoke with mounting enthusiasm. He couldn’t believe his eyes, much less his ears; Chad had said more in the past couple minutes than Renji had heard, well, ever. Not only that…“The hell are they even talking about?”

“Beats me,” Ikkaku said through a mouthful. Clearly, he had no qualms about eating food made by Aizen Sousuke’s freakin’ wife. “Sounds like gibberish.”

“It’s Spanish,” Yumichika said with an exasperated sigh. “And they’re talking about some festival called the ‘Days of the Dead.’ Apparently, it’s coming up in a couple of weeks.”

“They have festivals for the dead? That’s creepy.”

“Says the Shinigami,” Yumichika retorted. “It makes sense, though; death is a universal truth, even for us.”

“Yeah, fair enough,” Renji conceded. Then something hit him. “Wait - how do you understand what they’re saying?”

“Because unlike some,” Yumichika answered, delicately picking at a tortilla, “I actually listen. You’d understand them too if you just opened your ears a bit. Shinigami don’t have language barriers; technically, we aren’t even speaking Japanese right now, it just seems like we are because it’s the predominant language for the Humans around us.”

“Wait, we can do that?” Ikkaku scratched his shaved crown. “I had no idea…”

“More like you just never noticed it before,” Yumichika corrected. “Also, the food is perfectly safe. I watched her make everything. It’s a bit spicy for my taste though, and far from what I’d call ‘aesthetically pleasing.’ The appearance alone puts me off.”

“I think I’ll pass, then,” Renji grumbled even as his stomach did the same. “Not a fan of spicy stuff.”

“More for me,” Ikkaku said, though it was barely intelligible as he shoveled a filled tortilla into his mouth.

As Ikkaku continued to stuff his face and Yumichika continued to sit and watch, Renji decided to pay more attention to the conversation between Chad and their mysterious new ally. At first, their speech continued to sound like fast-paced gibberish, but with a little concentration, Renji started to make out the words between the two of them.

“…have to show you some photos I took the last time I was there,” Kaede was saying. “They came out beautifully, if I do say so myself! I always found it fascinating that the calaveras for el Dia de los Muertos resemble skulls - kind of like Hollow masks, don’t you think?”

”I never considered that,” Chad admitted.

“Makes me wonder if at some point, people were more aware of Hollows’ existence around them, you know?” She smiled. “Or they’re just another classic ‘memento mori,’ and I’m thinking too much about it!”

”I haven’t seen a Dia de los Muertos celebration in years,” Chad reflected.

“Do you miss it? Mexico?”

“Sometimes. Mexico is a beautiful country, and it's where I made all of the memories I have of my Abuelo. But if I hadn't come back to Japan, I would never have met Ichigo, Inoue, and Ishida, and I probably would have never gained the powers that allow me to fight alongside them. I wouldn't trade that for anything.”

Kaede’s smile turned wistful, even sad. “I can get that.”

“What’s going on here?”

Renji, Ikkaku, and Yumichika spun around to attention at the sound of Hitsugaya’s disapproving voice.

“S’e bwa foo,” Ikkaku tried to explain with his cheeks stuffed like a chipmunk’s.

“Ooo, what kind of food is that?” Matsumoto asked at the same time, darting around her captain with an excited smile.

A vein visibly throbbed in Hitsugaya’s forehead. “How many times do I have to say it? This is a meeting to discuss Aizen Sousuke, not a dinner party!”

“Pretty sure you only said that once,” Renji pointed out. “Just now.”

“Well, I think all meetings would be better with a meal,” Matsumoto declared, already armed with a full tortilla. She took a bite and moaned, her eyes rolling up into her head. “It’s so good!”

“I hope I haven’t offended you, captain,” Kaede herself said, turning from her conversation with Chad. “I just wanted to do something nice for everyone, since our first meeting was…what it was.”

“An’ you can’t train on an empty stomach,” Ikkaku added while reaching for another tortilla. Yumichika slapped his hand away. “Ow! What’s that for?!”

“Save some for others,” Yumichika admonished.

“Why? You aren’t eating any of it!”

“Are Inoue-san and Kuchiki-san joining us?” Kaede asked, ignoring the Shinigami squabbling over her food.

Renji almost answered, but caught himself. He didn’t care if this woman brought a whole tray of taiyaki to win them over; he wasn’t about to divulge Rukia’s whereabouts to Aizen Sousuke’s wife.

Someone else did that for him.

“Oh, Inoue-san and Kuchiki-san went to Soul Society last night,” Urahara announced, sauntering over with his fan in one hand and cane in the other. “I believe they plan to train together at the 13th Division’s grounds.”

Renji wanted to strangle the man. That was privileged information, and he was just declaring it willy-nilly in front of an associate of their enemy?! Sure, Urahara claimed she was a former associate, but when it came to Aizen, Renji had learned not to trust anything on the surface. He remembered that day on Sokyoku Hill all too well, still saw Aizen’s hand puncturing Rukia’s chest in his nightmares.

He was about to give the hat-wearing man a piece of his mind when he spied the look on Hitsugaya-taicho’s face. The diminutive captain was positively glaring at Sorano Kaede - well, Renji was pretty sure that was a glare; he wasn’t overly familiar with the range of Hitsugaya’s expressions. The captain squared his shoulders and walked over to the woman with such deliberation that everyone around them had stopped speaking. Sorano Kaede watched him with a look of resignation, like she was expecting whatever dressing-down he was surely about to give her.

He stopped a few feet away from her - and bowed.

“Sorano Kaede,” Hitsugaya began in a formal tone, “please allow me to apologize for my behavior the last time we met. There was no reason for me to attack you out of malice.”

Renji’s eyes went wide as saucers. This was turning out to be a weird day. He wasn’t the only one surprised; Yumichika’s tailored brows had risen, and even Ikkaku had paused mid-bite. Only Matsumoto didn’t seem overly shocked by the scene, a small, affectionate smile on her face as she watched her captain’s actions.

Kaede’s face was difficult to read at first. She seemed surprised as well, but there was something deeper to it, something Renji couldn’t quite place but that resonated with him nonetheless. Then her eyes softened, and she lowered her own head.

“You have every reason not to trust me,” she said. “There’s nothing to apologize for. I do appreciate you doing so, and the humility and self-awareness it takes. Your division is lucky to have you as their captain. I’ll do my best to be the asset I promised to be.”

She bowed back to Hitsugaya, and when she straightened back up again, she smiled. "Now that we've gotten that out of the way, would you care for a tortilla? There's plenty of food left to go around."

"No, thank you," Hitsugaya replied stiffly, although Renji thought he could detect a bit of reluctance in the child-sized Captain's tone. "I'd prefer we all begin talking strategy as soon as possible. We're on a deadline."

"That is true." Kaede began resealing the containers. "The food will still be here when we finish."

"Ugh, but I'm still hungry!" Ikkaku complained loudly; even so, he shoved the last of his second tortilla into his mouth and stood up.

“As we are all aware,” Hitsugaya began once they'd all gathered in Urahara's small back room, “we only have an estimated three months before the Hogyoku awakens fully and Aizen comes to destroy this town. Considering the vastness of his reiatsu alone outclasses nearly every Shinigami in Soul Society, it is essential that we spend what little time we have honing our individual skills to as high a level as possible and preparing strategies that will give us the best odds of defeating him. To that end,” Hitsugaya's eyes slid to Sorano Kaede's, who sat directly across from him, “we require all the information you have on his abilities, especially in regards to his Shikai, Kyoka Suigetsu.”

Kaede met Hitsugaya's gaze evenly. “What do you know about it so far?”

”That he can create illusions that trick all five senses,” the young captain answered, “and that you only need to see it once to be affected.”

”That’s…well, it’s partially correct,” she conceded with a small frown. “But it’s not that he creates illusions; it’s called kanzen saimin, perfect hypnosis, because it relies on the power of suggestion.”

Ikkaku scratched his head, his brows forming a deep crease in his forehead. “So…like…does he make you see things, or does he…what the hell does he actually do, then?”

She sighed. “Purple elephants.”

“….eh?”

“What are you thinking of right now?”

Ikkaku blinked. “Well…purple elephants, I guess…”

“Are there any in this room?”

“No!”

“But could there be?”

“I mean - no! They wouldn’t even fit!”

“But now you’re imagining that there are purple elephants in this room.”

“Of course I am! You keep talking about it!”

“That’s the power of suggestion,” she said. “If I were using Kyoka Suigetsu right now, you’d actually see purple elephants in the room, exactly as you’re seeing them in your mind now. And it wouldn’t just be sight: You’d smell them, hear them, you’d even be able to touch them. Every sense you have would tell you that there are purple elephants in this room right now, no matter how illogical that idea is. That is what Kyoka Suigetsu does: it tricks your senses. But in order for it to do that, you have to have the idea in your mind in the first place.”

“Okay,” Ikkaku shrugged. “So…I just don’t think about purple elephants.”

Kaede shrugged. “Okay. Then don’t think about a shirtless Yamamoto, either.”

“Wha - ugh!” Ikkaku doubled over, clutching his bald head as though in pain. “Why the hell would you - I can’t stop thinking about that now! Agh, I need to bleach my brain!”

Hitsugaya grimaced, unable to stop his own mind from conjuring an image of the head captain without a shirt. “Okay. We get it.”

“You sure? ‘Cause I hear that Unohana-“

“Yes! We get it!” Hitsugaya crossed his arms. “So how do we counter it?”

“You don’t,” Kaede answered bluntly. “Or rather, you can’t. You’ve all been exposed to it at one point or another, right? You’ve all seen his Shikai release?”

“I haven’t.”

Renji started a bit at the sound of Chad’s voice again. For such a large, imposing figure, the teen was way too easy to overlook. Then he blinked, realizing what Chad had just said. “That’s right - you never saw him release his Shikai, and neither did Ichigo or Orihime! So we just have to make sure none of you see it!”

“And what do you expect that to do?” Kaede countered. “Sorry to burst your bubble, but if you think Kyoka Suigetsu is the only thing to worry about, you’re sorely mistaken.”

Renji’s brow twitched with annoyance. “Then why don’t you tell us something useful for a change, instead o’ just telling us how wrong we are about everything?”

She sighed. “It’s not just a matter of closing your eyes when you hear him say ‘Shatter.’ He can release Shikai without the incantation, so you’d have to close your eyes every time he draws his sword. Not exactly practical in an active fight. And if you think that you’d have the upper hand by simply avoiding the hypnosis, you’re again mistaken. Remember that every Shinigami fighting at your side is already under its thrall - and he doesn’t have to reactivate Shikai in order to use it on them.”

A chill hit Renji like a sudden cold front as her words sank in. “Wait…you’re saying that he can use that power without releasing his Zanpakuto? Just because we’ve already seen it?”

”That’s exactly what I’m saying,” she replied.

He wasn’t the only one shaken by this; even Hitsugaya had gone a little pale, though he tried to keep his stoic facade. “Even so…battles are decided by reiatsu. The full force of the Gotei, even just the captains and lieutenants…we’d dwarf him. He can’t control all of us at once, no one has that kind of reiatsu volume or control.”

“First of all,” Kaede said, holding up a finger, “he can, and he does. Back when we were…together, he was able to trick the senses of captains and lieutenant-class Shinigami from a wide distance. Once the suggestion’s been planted, it’s just a matter of spending a little more reiatsu to keep it active, and he’s got more than enough to spare. Second, Kyoka Suigetsu isn’t the most dangerous thing you’ll face from him.”

”You mean the Arrancar?” Hitsugaya asked. “They’re strong, but if we fight without limiters-“

”I don’t mean the Arrancar,” she said with a shake of her head. “And I don’t mean his own battle skills, either. It’s the mind games.”

A shadow came over her eyes as she spoke. “He will get inside your head - in fact, he already has, in one way or another. If you have any sort of grudge against him, he will use it to misdirect your gaze. If you have any fears about facing him, he will use them to psyche you out. He will rile you up to make you reckless, and in the next breath, he will make you feel overconfident or hopeful. He will use your own comrades against you, and even if you realize what’s happening in real time, there will be nothing you can do about it. You can’t warn them, or vice versa, because he’ll make it so you can’t hear each other’s words or see each other’s signals. You can’t even be certain of who you’re really fighting; all it takes is a bit of misdirection to alter your perspective.”

Cold dread sank low in Renji’s stomach. He hadn’t considered the full breadth of Aizen’s abilities; even having felt the man’s monstrous reiatsu, he couldn’t imagine the scale of power Kaede was describing.

But it seemed she wasn’t finished. “It’s not just that he can manipulate your senses; he can, and will, manipulate your mind and your feelings, and that, he can do without a Zanpakuto. For him, it isn’t enough to simply defeat an enemy physically; he wants to break you down psychologically first, shattering your sense of self, security, and sanity before he ever strikes your body.”

Something about the way she spoke chilled Renji to the bone, and not just because of the scenarios it put in his mind. It was something deeper, something he couldn’t quite put his finger on.

Matsumoto spoke up then, her voice almost uncharacteristically quiet and reflective. “Is that what he did to you?”

That. That was what Renji couldn’t put his finger on. The way Kaede spoke of Aizen wasn’t just as someone experienced in working with him; from the sound of it, she’d been on the receiving end, too.

“I thought you said you weren’t deceived by him,” he pointed out, trying to wrap his mind around these new, conflicting bits of information.

It was Urahara who responded, speaking so low and with such ice that, for a moment, Renji didn’t recognize the shopkeeper. “Deception isn’t the only way to manipulate someone.”

“The point is,” Kaede plowed forward, “it’s not something you can just train for. There are a few people among the Gotei who might be able to counter his reiatsu, but he will have planned for that. He always has a plan.”

“Which is why keeping Kaede secret is so important,” Urahara interjected. “You all focus on preparing for the battle you can fight: the Arrancar. We will deal with Aizen Sousuke.”

[luna-azzurra]

Good Traits Gone Bad

Exploring good traits gone bad in a novel can add depth and complexity to your characters. Here are a few examples of good traits that can take a negative turn:

1. Empathy turning into manipulation: A character with a strong sense of empathy may use it to manipulate others' emotions and gain an advantage.

2. Confidence becoming arrogance: Excessive confidence can lead to arrogance, where a character belittles others and dismisses their opinions.

3. Ambition turning into obsession: A character's ambition can transform into an unhealthy obsession, causing them to prioritize success at any cost, including sacrificing relationships and moral values.

4. Loyalty becoming blind devotion: Initially loyal, a character may become blindly devoted to a cause or person, disregarding their own well-being and critical thinking.

5. Courage turning into recklessness: A character's courage can morph into reckless behavior, endangering themselves and others due to an overestimation of their abilities.

6. Determination becoming stubbornness: Excessive determination can lead to stubbornness, where a character refuses to consider alternative perspectives or change their course of action, even when it's detrimental.

7. Optimism becoming naivety: Unwavering optimism can transform into naivety, causing a character to overlook dangers or be easily deceived.

8. Protectiveness turning into possessiveness: A character's protective nature can evolve into possessiveness, where they become overly controlling and jealous in relationships.

9. Altruism becoming self-neglect: A character's selflessness may lead to neglecting their own needs and well-being, to the point of self-sacrifice and burnout.

10. Honesty becoming brutal bluntness: A character's commitment to honesty can turn into brutal bluntness, hurting others with harsh and tactless remarks.

These examples demonstrate how even admirable traits can have negative consequences when taken to extremes or used improperly. By exploring the complexities of these traits, you can create compelling and multi-dimensional characters in your novel.

Happy writing!

[siderearum-deactivated20240716]

i was thinking, like, shower sex with tanji. cause like, how HOT would that be??

aaaaaa 🥵🥵🥵

warnings: aged up characters, handjob, shower sex, big dick tanji my only tanji <3

networks: @knyplaymatemansion 🐰

imagine he's just minding his business, showering in there after a stressful day. it's a hot summer day and he's been working non-stop under the sunlight, so when he gets home, he takes off his clothes only to come across all the sweat rolling down his chest, down his ab (which i'd gladly lick-)

so he opens the faucet and once he steps in, he forgets about the outside world. water rains down on him, and he lets out a relaxing moan as he runs a hand through his sweaty hair.

"ah, i needed this..." he sighs, indulging into the moment as a small smile escapes his lips, "it was so hot today..."

he closes his eyes and for the next minutes he stands there, feeling how the droplets of water fall on his face, until his calm is suddenly disrupted by soft, plushy breasts pressing themselves against his muscly back, and a hand wrapping itself around his cock.

tanji's so startled he can't help but to jolt. his gaze travels down to the hand on his cock, and a moan inevitably escapes his lips.

"y-y/n! w-what are you doing?"

"what do you mean?" you don't hide your sinful intentions behind your tone although you fake your innocence, while you slowly start pumping his shaft.

"a-ah!" he moans loudly, his forearm resting against the wall as his legs start tremble at the slight stimulation.

but you're quick to pick up the pace. "do you like that, tanji?"

words don't come out, but hell yes his moans are all you need to know.

"you work so hard baby," you coo, "so hard i'm here all lonely by myself... do you know how hard it is, huh? to have to take care of myself all alone? to cum without you?" you then pout, pressing your tits harder against him. little do you know what you're doing to him, but this is just too much for him.

"b-bunny, bunny—" he tries to warn you, but everything happens so fast that poor tanji ends up coming right here right then. thick ropes of cum shoot against the wall, only to slide down the floor, water quickly cleaning his mess up for him.

he turns around, so feral he turns that in the blink of an eye you're up against the wall, legs wide open.

but he looks at you so guilty!!! omg im dying!

"you had to do that alone? oh, angel... must have been hard, right?" he coos, running a thumb over your lips. the texture of the cherry soft skin is enough to make his dick twitch again, hardening once more.

"don't worry, honey bunny," he reassures, sending you a smile that warms your heart up at the instant. "i'm here now and i can help, okay? do you want it here?"

"ugh, yes-" you sigh, biting your lip, "fuck me. now."

he always liked how you demanded him. besides, who is he to say no to you when he has neglected his lovely honey bunny all this time?

the moment his cock stretches you open, you let out the lewdest of the moans ever, and tanjiro has to shush you down.

"t-the neighbors..." he reminds you. gosh, if you are this loud now and it was barely in, "i still have to put it all in okay? can you be a good girl and try not to make so much noise? i know it's too much but-"

you roll your eyes, and smash your lips right on his, making him swallow your moans as he takes the chance to keep sliding in. every inch splits you open, and it feels so good that you're not the only one moaning.

"oh, bunny... y-you're so tight-" he huffs before kissing you again, tongue sliding inside your mouth as, with small thrusts, he keeps making his way in. "it won't-"

"a-ah! it's huge!" you gasp, "more-"

"b-but-"

"doesn't matter, really-ngh!"

but once it's all in, his lips leave yours, only to bury his face in the crook of your neck.

"it-it's all in," he huffs. it feels like he's in cloud nine, so much that he feels he could cum right here, right now. but he knows he's yet to please you.

"i'm going to start moving, okay bunny?" he says against your neck, and you moan in response.

"please-"

and he starts pounding into you so deeply, so hungrily, so desperately. mixed in a torrent of i missed you, or oh my gods, tanjiro fucks your pussy as if desperate.

he loves to see the faces you make, so he lifts up his head to meet your cockdrunk expression, with the apex of your head against the wall, gaze against the ceilling as you moan uncontrollably.

suddenly, the wet skin of your neck seems so appealing to him, that he doesn't think twice when he starts attacking your neck, kissing it, sucking it, moaning against it. the vibrations of deep, throaty moans resonate against your skin and send the chills right down to your clit — clit that he's so attentive to rub, in circles, intensifying the volume of your moans (that are no longer moans but screams; neighbors? my ass. let them hear you)

your walls start wrapping themselves against his fat cock that hungrily hits that sweet spot that makes your walls pulse and clench more and more.

"i wanna cum inside you, bunny" he moans, "will you l-let me? yeah? i p-promise i'll clean you up after-ngh!"

he's begging, pinching your clit and playing with it with his thumb and index, as if that would convince you,

"y-yes, yes! tanji make me c-cum, ah!"

"mmgh," in that last moment, his eyes meet yours, widening as his last thrust hits you as intensely as ever, "i love you, honey bunny-"

he gasps as he cums all in, loading you up with his seed; creaming all over his cock, your juices mix together, and his cock is coated in it as he pulls out.

fuck, you loved taking showers with tanjiro.

you can be deprived of everything, but universe forbid that you're ever deprived of that cock.

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[tanjiroslittlesib]

i got two boyfriends and they’re best friends. i love it when they french kiss.

tw threesome, reader is afab, multiple orgasms, polyamory (kind of?), oral, spitroasting, tanjiro’s a soft dom, zenitsu’s just eager to please

Tanjiro raises his head up reluctantly from in between your thighs, which were shaking a bit. Slick and spit cover the bottom half of his gorgeous face, along with your inner thighs. His wine-colored eyes open, lidded by the desire for more of you.

The yellow-haired boy next to him, trying impatiently to gather a semblance of patience at the display in front of him, huffs a little. Tanjiro’s already made you cum twice, when is it his turn?

“Tanjirooo,” He whines a little, “When can I have a turn? I want a taste.” Zenitsu pouts, his hard-on becoming painful.

Tanjiro, without hesitation, leans forward and captures Zenitsu’s mouth in a heated kiss. His tongue meshed with Zenitsu’s and earned a small squeak from the blonde. Tanjiro kisses him slowly, making sure Zenitsu gets a proper taste before pulling away, a strand of spit connecting the two. You sit up, a bit dazed as you feel yourself throb some more from the sight.

“There,” Tanjiro says with a smile. “You wanted a taste.”

Zenitsu blushes even deeper than he thought was possible, not only because of Tanjiro kissing him that passionately so causally, but because he can taste you. And he really wants more.

Zenitsu uses this to his advantage and pulls your legs closer to him before spreading them apart. Tanjiro sighs but allows it, he has been hogging you for a bit. Zenitsu settles his face in front of his favorite thing in the world and looks at your cunt lovingly.

“You’re so beautiful.” He looks back up at you for a second, so you know those words are meant for you and not just your pussy. You never know with Zenitsu. Then he dives in, tonguing your already sensitive pussy and moaning almost immediately at the taste. His tongue wasn’t as skilled as Tanjiro’s but he was very determined and passionate. Zenitsu dips his tongue inside of you, making more noises as he does so, before going up to lap at your clit. The gasp that comes out of you causes Tanjiro, who’s moved next to you, to smirk a little.

“Is he making you feel good, sweetheart?” Tanjiro asks you, so sickeningly sweet.

You nod as more breathy moans fall from your lips. Lips that Tanjiro thinks are a little unoccupied at the moment.

Tanjiro presses a gentle kiss to your lips before pulling away and unbuttoning his belt. Simultaneously, Zenitsu moves down to circle your hole with his tongue before lapping up more of your juices. You’re not sure who to watch, they’re both perfect and your head is spinning. You decide to watch Zenitsu who’s making the prettiest noises as he eats you out. When you glance back at Tanjiro, he’s beside you again and he’s completely naked.

“You think you can suck me off while Zenitsu’s busy between your legs?” Tanjiro’s words are so dirty and unlike anything he’d say outside of the bedroom. Even though you’ve heard him say similar things like that a number of times, it’s always a bit surprising and makes you even wetter.

You’re very eager to respond with a yes, leaning to lap at his cock with kitten licks. After a moment, you take him into your mouth right as Zenitsu sucks on your clit. You feel your mind slipping, going blank as you moan around Tanjiro’s cock. Tanjiro’s hands wrap around your head, pulling you closer to him but not so that he is forcing you into more than you can handle. He hisses softly as you move back and forth, eager to please him.

You’re not sure when exactly Zenitsu had changed positions but when you feel his tip prodding at your entrance, slowly sliding all the way in, you allow yourself to completely become a fleshlight for the two men. You think you’d be happy to let the two demon slayers absolutely wreck you anytime they want. For de-stressing reasons, of course.

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🌷 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 — TANJIRO KAMADO

Gentle!Tanjiro x Fem!Virgin!Reader

Contains: Virginity loss, praise, swearing, oral fem!receiving, soft/gentle sex, unprotected sex, slight overstimulation, creampie, established relationship. Not proof read!

Synopsis: A story in which Tanjiro makes your first time having sex a very special and memorable experience.

Word Count: 2,912

Disclaimer: All characters are above 18!

*:･ﾟ✧ 💌 *:･ﾟ✧

Tanjiro peppered gentle, soft kisses along your the nape of your neck. You sat in his lap as he cradled you against his body gently. You squirmed beneath his soothing touches and let out a trail of whimpers feeling him press him warm, soft lips against your skin.

You and Tanjiro had been a relationship for quite some time, but the two of you hadn’t had sex yet. You were inexperienced when it came to those things and Tanjiro always made it known that he didn’t want to pressure you.

He made you feel safe and secure, he would always tell you that it would only happen when you were completely ready and that there was never a rush to do so.

“I love hearing your sweet little voice. So beautiful.” He whispered, nibbling gently at your throat. The warm, tickling sensation sent shivers all through out your body and an unfamiliar warmth formed between your legs.

Each whimper and soft cry that poured out from you was music to Tanjiro’s ears, each noise you let out gave him motivation to continue just to feed off of them.

You gasped and your fingers clutched around his bicep, feeling the suction on your most sensitive area.

“Tanjiro, wait.” You sighed, watching him with your round glossy eyes as he stopped immediately.

“Yes?” He huffed out, his hooded eyes staring right back into yours.

“I feel ready. I want to try tonight.” You mumbled, giving him a pout.

He didn’t need any further explanation, he knew exactly what you were referring to. And he didn’t want to accidentally spoil the mood by playing dumb with your vague statement.

“Are you sure? Absolutely positive?” He replied, his warm hands hugged around your waist and his thumbs caressed tight circles against you.

You gave him a nod. The warmth of your hand traveled up to his face, cupping his flushed cheek. He was absolutely ecstatic from you sudden boost of confidence, asking for sex. But he didn’t want to pounce on you and scare you.

No. Tanjiro wanted to savor this moment. He wanted to savor you and give you endless amounts of pleasure. He’d be sure that this would be an experience you’d never forget.

“Okay. Tell me if anything I do is too much and I’ll stop, alright?” He says, his voice soft and gentle. You nodded in agreement and he left a soft peck against your lips.

He shifted in bed slightly, his strong hands guided you down slowly, gently laying you against the soft mattress. His hooded eyes never left yours.

His soft lips pressed against yours. The smell of your perfume rushed through his nostrils. God, it was going to be difficult for him to hold back tonight. Your scent was purely intoxicating and instantly rushed blood down to his needy cock.

You gasped, feeling his rough hands slide up through the hem of your top. His hands flattened, resting your waist. Just his touch alone was enough to get you warm and tingly.

His tongue slipped past your lips, meeting yours. Your cheeks grew hot, feeling the warmth of your tongues entangling together.

Your legs naturally fell open, giving nonverbal permission for his body to curl closer towards yours, eager to be even closer with you.

You whined when Tanjiro pulled back, leaving your lips lonely and plump from all his kisses. His hair brushed up against your face, hiding his flustered face in the crook of your neck.

He aligned his mouth up with your ear and whispered, “Can you feel what you do to me?”

He shamelessly grinded himself against your core. Your eyebrows furrowed, looking below with hooded eyes and flushed cheeks, feeling your boyfriend’s firm bulge pressing into you.

A desperate, shaky whine escaped past your lips when the warmth of his body heat left as he rose up to look you in your eyes.

“I have to keep myself from pouncing onto you all the time.” He sighed. You whimpered feeling his hands roaming along your curves, playing with the hem of your top.

“Tanjiro.” You gasped, feeling him prod himself in between your legs. Your fingers danced against the bed sheets, watching him leave a trail of warm, soft kisses along your stomach.

His round eyes looked up at you, confirming that you were still doing ok, that you still wanted this. That you still needed this. His touch, his kisses, his tongue, everything.

Your fingers nestled through his soft locks, as his head inched it’s way closer and closer to you. His hands pushed your shirt up further and further as he slowly kissed you up.

“Can I take this off?” He asks, is voice low and soft. His fingers dancing around the bottom of your top. Just eagerly waiting for your green light to completely discard the pieces of fabric that were restricting the beautiful skin underneath that he longed see and touch.

Fuck. He was throbbing at just the mere thought of your breasts.

“Yes.” You repliy in a shaky tone.

He couldn’t tell if your tone was more of an embarrassed or excited one, perhaps a mix of both?

“Just tell me when it’s too much, okay?” He reassures, waiting for that cute little nod of yours before tugging at your shirt and finally pulling it off for the night.

You lifted up your back from the mattress so he could reach underneath and unclasp your bra. You let out a chuckle, watching him struggle for a few moments before successfully undoing the tiny hooks.

His eyes fell down to your soft perky breasts, sitting straight up. Ready to devoured and ruined by him.

Your eyebrows furrowed and your bottom lip poked out so cutely, watching Tanjiro’s every move. The roughness of his strong hands contrasted against your supple skin. His hands gently fondled your tits, and tugs slightly at your puffy nipples.

You winced, feeling the warmth of his moist tongue circle around the sensitive bud as he instantly took you into his mouth. Each movement he made sent shivers down your spine. Pleasure had trickles through every part of your body.

A series of desperate whimpers and cries fell past your lips as your squirmed underneath him. Your hips bucked up into his groin. He grunted against your skin, feeling the friction you were eagerly pressing up against the tent in his pants. He looked up at you, his deep red eyes full of both love and lust as he moved on to the next breast.

A few more moments pass and Tanjiro releases from your chest. Your chest heaving and your cheeks flushed a bright pink and you looked down at him with hooded eyes.

“Feeling good?” He huffed out.

“Yes. It felt amazing.” You replied in a shaky breath. Knowing how good that made you feel you could only imagine what it would feel like to have his dick inside you. You became even more flustered just thinking about the fact.

He hummed in amusement, his lips curled into a cheeky grin as his gave your tits another squeeze.

Warm kisses met your breasts and they traveling their way lower and lower. Each kiss Tanjiro peppered along your soft skin gave life to a new butterfly that fluttered around in your stomach.

“I’m gonna take this off. Is that okay?” He asks, prodding his hands around your waist, referring to your pants.

“Yes, that’s okay.” You say.

The tips of his fingers snaked their way into the waist band of your jeans, tugging them off slowly.

The musk smell of your pussy crashed into his nose. Your natural scent was purely intoxicating and alluring, he wanted to get lost in it. It was enough for him to claw away your panties and rip your legs open to devour and explore each and every part of your cunt.

Your sensitive spots, inside and out. What makes you tick, squirm, moan, cry, everything.

He snaps out off his lustful fantasies and brings his eyes down to yours.

“I don’t want you to feel uncomfortable, so I’ll undress too.” He says with a soft smile, his voice gentle and soothing.

“Okay.” You sigh in a bit of relief.

The moon shone simile though the thin blinds in the small window, the soft light bouncing off of him and highlight his toned body. His arms, stomach, and legs were strong and hard compared to your soft dainty curves. You hummed in amusement, grinning from ear to ear watching him undress in front of you.

He stripped down but still left his undergarment on. You let out a shaky breath as you gazed upon his very obvious hard on. You were craving it at this point, needy for his cock to be buried deep inside your cunt.

Tanjiro leaned down, pressing his hands against your inner, plush thighs. Gently spreading your legs for him gaze upon your clothed pussy.

Two thick fingers gently caressed the where your bundle of nerves were. Your entire body jolted at the sudden contact, you let out a strangled yelp feeling him rub against your sensitive bits.

“Shh, it’s okay.” Tanjiro cooed, his warm husky breath brushing against your bare skin. “Lift up for me, y/n.”

You did as you were told, slowly lifting yourself up from the bed for him to drag down your panties. He tossed them along with the rest of the clothes that piled up on the floor.

He pushed your legs farther apart this time, sighing in pure amazement as he gazed upon your supple flesh. Your pussy was dripping from the tight little entrance, your juices glistened in the dim light. Your scent drew him in closer, alluring him, calling out to him.

If it were possible to wear your scent as a fragrance he would without any hesitation. He adored it so much.

“Oh!” You mewl, your eyes screwing shut and your mouth agape. Heavy pants filled the room along with the various slurping and sucking sounds Tanjiro gave your needy cunt.

His tongue pressed flat against your puffy clit. Rewarding it with soft kisses and gentle licks.

He knew he should’ve gave you somewhat of a warning before just going straight into pleasing your most sensitive bit of your body. But he couldn’t help himself. Your pussy was practically begging for his tongue. And soon it would be begging for something much bigger.

Your dainty hands slithered down past your waist, one of them tapping on his fingers. He willingly took your hand and your fingers locked together as he held on tightly.

Various moans and cries fell from your lips, your back arching from the bed and his hips crashing into your boyfriend’s mouth, desperate to have him even closer to your core. The warmth of his hand traveled through yours and throughout your entire body.

All you could feel was pleasure everywhere, inside and out. As if fireworks were about to explode inside your belly.

You let out a sad whine, looking up at him with pleading eyes and pouty lips when he pulled away and rose up.

“I’m sorry. I know you were close.” He huffed out, wiping away the excess juices from his plush lips and chin.

Your heart fluttered in your chest and your eyes grew bigger as you watched him pull down his briefs.

You had seen him before, but this time it was different. This time he’d be able to show you the real purpose of his member, all the ways it can please you. You whimpered at the mere thought of it all, anxious to finally have his cock inside you.

Tanjiro winced as the cool air hit his aching cock. The tip was flushed a deep red color and his slit was oozing with bits of precum.

“I just can’t hold back anymore.” He groaned, probing his thumb against his aching tip.

His strong hands flattened against your thighs, slowly spreading your legs. You gasped, feeling the warmth of his member rest upon your throbbing clit.

“Tanjiro.” You whimpered, your voice low and shaky, as you squirmed feeling his dick brush against your warm, moist folds and back up towards your clit.

“Are you sure you still want to do this?” He asked once again, just to make sure that you were still doing okay.

“Yes.” You choked out, looking up into his eyes. Practically just begging him to absolutely ruin you. “I need you inside of me.”

“Fuck, y/n. You gotta watch what you say. You’re driving me crazy.” He groaned, throwing his head back.

His teeth dragged him bottom lip into his mouth as he grabbed the base of his member and aligned his tip with your moist entrance.

He grunted, his other hand gripped tightly at the softness of your thigh as he sank his cock inside you tight, wet cunt.

“Tanjiro!” You cried out. Your eyes screwed shut.

The slayer winced at the feeling of your soft walls clenching tightly around him. It felt like your goal was to squeeze him dry before he even had a chance to get started.

“So tight, baby. Fuck.” He huffed out.

A warm, gentle hand met your cheek. He turned your face slightly towards his and your glossy eyes fluttered open.

You kept eye contact with him, feeling as his pushed inside you deeper, taking every inch of him.

He pressed his lips against yours. You kissed him back passionately, wrapping your arms around his neck to pull him deeper into the lustful kiss.

Your whines sent vibrations to his mouth as his entire body leaned closer into yours, his dick filling up your entire pussy. Your moist walls were relaxed now but still squeezed him in just the right places. Butterflies fluttered around in your belly when you felt his member twitch inside of you.

After a few moments of allowing you to adjust to his size, he released from the kiss. He rested his forehead on top of yours, “I’m gonna move, okay? Tell me if it’s too much.”

All you could do is nod, your mind was completely blank and all you could focus on was the intense pleasure you felt down below.

“Oh, God!” You cried, throwing your head back into the soft pillows. You’re voiced laced with ecstasy and pleasure as Tanjiro slowly pumped his thick member in and out of your cunt.

Your sweet voice filled the room and left a very amused smile on Tanjiro’s flustered face.

“Such a beautiful little pussy. Swallowing my dick up like this.” Tanjiro huffed out. “How does it feel? Getting your pussy stretched out, hm?”

You whined at his words, you had never heard such lewd things escape his mouth before. Was he going to be like this during sex in the future as well?

Your pussy clenched around him with each praise he gave you.

“Feels so good.” You hiccuped, looking up into his eyes. “So full.”

Your body was overcome with pleasure. The way his hips bucked into yours in a loving way was enough to have your cumming all of his dick in a matter of seconds.

He treated your body as if were glass and made sure that you knew how much he valued your enjoyment.

“So beautiful, y/n. I love the way your tits bounce and the way your pussy squeezes around me.” He grunts, pressing your thighs to your stomach, allowing his cock to sink inside you even deeper.

You cried and whined out for him, desperate to finish, “Tanjiro, I’m so close!”

“Cum for me, baby. Show me how good I make you feel and cum all over me.” He groaned, his thrusts became more sloppy with each movement.

He rewarded you with various other sweet nothing and praises as he continued to slam his hips into you. Your choked out moans and cries filled his ears and only wanted him to go faster so that he could hear you more. Your moans alone was enough for him to spend in his pants.

You were just about done for when you felt his thumb press up against your aching clit, caressing it in a continuous circular motion.

You cried out his name a few moments later, releasing all over him. Coating his hand and dick with your juices.

“Fucking hell.” The slayer curled towards you and groaned out, feeling your little cunt squeeze the life from his cock, as if begging him to finish inside.

You gave out a shaky whine as Tanjiro continued to thrust his throbbing member inside your overstimulated core.

“I know, y/n. Just a little bit more, okay?” He whined out. Just looking at you was enough for him to finish. Your tits bouncing with each thrust he made, you sweet little hiccups, your flushed cheeks and hooded eyes. “I’m almost there.”

“Cum inside me, please.” You begged with a needy pout and furrowed brows.

By your words alone you had completely sent him over the edge. A series of moans and grunts filled the room from the both of you as you felt the warmth of his thick load shoot up inside your walls.

“Fuck.” He trickled out, practically trembling.

You winced at the sudden emptiness once Tanjiro dragged himself out of you.

Blood rushed towards your face and filled your cheeks as he pressed a long, loving kiss on your forehead before whispering, “I love you.”

“I love you, too.” You replied.

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[blind-the-winds-deactivated2024]

Google Ambient Chaos if you ever need background noises for writing! It's a customizable soundscape website.

Anon, when I first saw this ask, I thought it was going to be one of those mixers of nice, traditional sounds, like rain or a coffeeshop. And it is! And there's lofi hiphop, my favorite sound to write to! Which means this is legitimately an excellent tool for writers, and I love you for introducing it to me.

But I also want to say. There are some choices here. That I need to point out. Because they're either fantastic or questionable, and I can't decide.

Things like . . .

Couple arguing.

Medieval battle.

Beehive, where you can write to a fuckton of bees.

Crime scene.

And actually the perfect soundscape for NaNoWriMo.

(It's here, for those curious.)

[blind-the-winds-deactivated2024]

Somebody found this last week and reminded me it existed, so I'mma bring it back to this blog because it's about ten days until some of you will need that last one. :D

[bunjywunjy]

I'm never using any other noise generator ever again.

[actual-changeling]

In the spirit of encouraging people to comment on fanfics while also making it easier to do so, I feel obliged to share a browser extension for ao3 that has quite literally revolutionized the comment game for me.

I present to you: the floating ao3 comment box!

From what I've seen, a big problem for many people is that once you reach the comments at the bottom of a fic, your memory of it miraculously disappears. Anything you wanted to say is stuck ten paragraphs ago, and you barely remember what you thought while reading. This fixes that!

I'll give a little explanation on the features and how it works, but if you want to skip all that, here's the link.

The extension is visible as a small blue box in the upper left corner.

(Side note: The green colouring is not from the extension, that's me.)

If you click on it, you open a comment box window at the bottom of your screen but not at the bottom of the fic. I opened my own fic for demonstrative purposes.

The website also gives explanations on how exactly it functions, but I'll summarize regardless.

insert selection -> if you highlight a sentence in the fic it will be added in italics to the comment box

add to comment box -> once you're done writing your comment, you click this button and the entire thing will automatically copied to the ao3 comment box

delete -> self explanatory

on mulitchapter fics, you will be given the option to either add the comment to just the current chapter or the entire fic

The best part? You can simply close the window the same way you opened it and your progress will automatically be saved. So you can open it, comment on a paragraph, and then close it and keep reading without having the box in your face.

Comments are what keep writers going, and as both a writer and a reader, I think it's such an easy way of showing support and enthusiasm.

[gallusrostromegalus]

HERE'S THAT BITCH IVE BEEN LOOKING FOR

[ramenuzumaki]

THIS 😤

[ikuzedobe]

Laugh and cry.

BORUTO’S DAD THANK YOU FOR 15 YEARS!!

Team 7: BORUTO’S DAD, Sasuke, Sakura, Kakashi, Sai, Yamato

[ryodan]

remember the time borutos dad talked saradas dad out of fucking up the world

[21tailsofwoe]

remember the time boruto’s dad met boruto’s grandparents. haha that was so cool.

[ryodan]

i loved the episode about borutos grandma it made cry. his grandma really was one of a kind..

[empress-cornelia]

Wow. Boruto’s dad, Sarada’s mom and dad, and their sensei all saved the world. Oooh Boruto’s dad, the one with the Nine-Tailed fox. Thank you Masashi kishimoto for making the 15-year manga of Boruto’s dad. What an icon, Boruto’s dad.

[myuchihagurlfan]

Boruto’s dad had a crush on Sarada’s mom back in their genin days, but Sarada’s mom was in love with Sarada’s dad even from the beginning, so Boruto’s dad got friendzone early on. Meanwhile Boruto’s mom was hiding behind trees admiring Boruto’s dad from a distance. Omg lol, it does sound funny telling story this way 😂😯😍

[eyezehuhh]

“Believe it.” -Boruto’s Dad

[specta-a-deactivated20180419]

[drfunk98]

i don’t even like naruto and i feel awful

[mimikyu-chwan]

@invalid-username-again

[iverbz]

yall not finna play my mans like this

[verratensduo]

Hence why I was opposed to Buruto. Buruto is nothing more than milking Naruto in the name of capitalism and ruining a well written story with a shit tier doesn’t need to exist show.

[ramenuzumaki]

Iconic 😂😂😭😭😭😭

[animentality]

[white-throated-packrat]

fanfic fandom is just as likely to turn on ‘disruptors’ as the knitting hobby is -- witness what happened to the 2 techbros who bought knitting.com, thought they’d be able to leverage that, and were eaten by insulted, angry knitters like a pair of oxen in a river of piranha

https://www.thedailybeast.com/tech-bros-dave-bryant-and-mike-jackness-bought-knittingcom-it-didnt-go-well.

[vulpisnocturna]

someone has never experienced authors talking with characters in the Author’s notes…

You think your little chatbot can replicate that level of unhinged?