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I love fics with buff butch Sakura cowing the boys with her medical knowledge

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Okay but we need to talk about the mednin because I know for a fact they don’t get payed enough for this😭😭😂 they have my respect 🙏🏻

You are so right and you should say it, @queenondeezmatatas

Mednin in the Naruto world is really a thankless role, and I respect them so much.

Shinobi actively go against their instructions, escape from the hospital, lash out and cause general chaos in their hospital and the mednin put up with it every single day, choosing to still save those dumbasses who they really should just leave to bleed out for a bit sometimes to see if it teaches them a lesson.

Shinobi make such bad patients, and those poor mednin put up with it every day :(

Can we all give a moment of silence for every mednin 😔

#asks #mednin #queenondeezmatatas

for what we needed most, was only just a ghost a vapor trail, a plane gone by a bridge of smoke that fades before our eyes we’d cross the rope, but our balance is a joke we’re human after all, still there’s no excuse to fall

- human after all

( " a being who sees nothing has no use for their eyes. " hope you don't mind me sending this in !! )

game of thrones sentences.

♛ | deus ex mortem:

divine providence does not falter in its witness -- and with what do they witness? why, the arching of brows motionless upon their pastel plaster, streaked with brush of the inked source of sorrows in eternity, the melding of their sclera to the harsh edges of irreversible kohl beneath and the subsequent melting in the visage of their own heat. when it is a most judicious choice, their talon pluck with ease the eye from its socket from its cord of birth to their mind ( more light rays invading the corners of undisturbed privacy and unmemory, white as the revealer of sin and evil and not the purity they have never once remained steady upon ), and to dust with it! god’s storm is a blessed recounter, palm wrinkled around the globe of atlas skull, their flesh to peel off in the frosted winters of knowledge and permeance.

yet, the pillars of civilization and crowns of tied together sparrow bones do not count for denarii to wield against eyes that do not see. indeed, it is a certain shade of nothingness which blankets their existence and which covets their state of belonging within it:

die, die, die, its shrieking voice of horns with no feast within the curvature command. no, no, no, they do not speak but rather act -- i will exist, i will exist, i will exist. why do you speak in threes alone, detestable angel of resistance? the past, the present, the future -- the discarded, the sacrificed, the marked, but THE RISEN has yet to unravel bindings of ivory.

void, vanquished and added to a masterful belt of ability; do they still not require an eye with which to judge the onlookers of rapture? quest, inquire, inquest. the answer is woven within the stardust left behind by supernovae.

#█ & taking their inspiration from the graveyards.#█ & glorified death with naive simplicity.#mednin