Remember That Sasuke Figurine That Could Hold Up Like Literally Fricking Anythign

✧*:･ﾟ Ghibli’s Enchanting Creatures *:･ﾟ✧

LMFAO

LMFAOOO GET HIS ASS

Sobbing

this is kisaki (dead)ass

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Me, reading my own unfinished fic: This is so good. I hope the author updates soon.

Things we do everyday that are worth romanticizing

Deep thinking about how our life can be completely different if we had enough courage  to make different decisions.

Saving some random quotes that strangely define how you’re feeling or simply describe the situation you’re in.

Realizing that you can seriously relate to some strangers on the internet.

Having a special pyjama that you wear frequently because it simply makes you happy.

Eating that chocolate bar right after buying it because you can’t wait to eat it until you’re at the school break.

Starring at the window and daydreaming.

Feeling really moved or sad after watching a great show/Movie. 

Once you put your headphones on goodbye world, you’re literally living in a musical. 

Creating a vision board on Pinterest to push yourself into manifesting the life you dream of. 

Listening to the same song hundreds of times and still not getting enough of it.

Saying you don’t dance while you always do it when you’re by yourself.

Laying on the floor and starring at the ceilings. 

Having unusual moments of strong appreciation for yourself and realizing how unique you are.  

Saving money for a special something you crave having. 

Brushing your hair silently.

I know it probably was Kishimoto being misogynistic, but Sakura's obsession with herself as a sexual object in the first chapters was disturbing and I wish it was explored more. Like, she's only twelve and already skipping meals to lose weight and measuring her worth as Sasuke's potential girlfriend based on how big her tits and ass are. That's not normal. Ino also tried to seduce Neji to protect her and her teammates' lives at some point, I think. What does that say about their society? If this was another series, their behaviors could be explained as personal idiosyncracies, but given some of the roles that kunoichi played historically, seducing men to spy or assassinate them, it would make sense for them to be obsessed with their physical appearance. Their livehoods depend on men finding them desirable.

I FUCKING LOVE THIS

BURNING DESIRE ! KALIM AL-ASIM

maybe it's just the heat of summer getting to you, but you just can't seem to see you and kalim as only friends anymore.

( explicit content, friends to lovers, slight insecure! reader, implied outdoor sex, f!reader. )

my entry for @ickyism's tropical kiss collab! i hope it's okay! 💕

with kalim as your best friend, every day felt like summer vacation — always basking in luxury and spending every day having endless amounts of fun together (though the intense endless heat in scarabia also helped). you never got tired of spending time with him, you couldn't when he always kept you busy with new activities. throughout your entire friendship, there was never a boring moment shared between the two of you, only laughter and smiles were in your memories. and that should've kept you happy, right?

but it didn't — it couldn't. not when you yearned for having something so much more than a simple friendship with kalim, though it was deeper than those he had with the others that surrounded and swore to be friends with him, it never felt like enough to you. even when he'd always tell you that you were his closest friend, his best friend even. it always sank your heart, though it shouldn't have. his words of only being friends kept your feelings hidden, afraid to ruin this bond you'd built with him.

you knew you weren't the only one who has their eye on kalim, though — everyday girls were trying to seduce him, professing their love for him. but every time he'd kindly shoot them down, saying he only saw them all as friends. and what chance did that give you? if he didn't love any of the girls who were definitely prettier than you, how could he ever return the feelings you had for him? and every day they'd tell him how strong their love for him was, it stopped his heart every time. you realized how easily one of them could really be the one he wanted, and your chance with him would easily be gone just like that.

but kalim liked you — he truly did. his heart always raced whenever you were around him, and his face would always grow hot as you locked hands with him. yet, it embarrassed him to think about asking you out — one of his dearest friends, it should stay that way, right? and though he always tried to stay hopeful about every situation, his chest became tight and his throat dry whenever he'd think finally about asking you out. tears threatening to fall the further he delved into what he thought would happen, rejection or worse, your friendship ending once you did so. and he wasn't so hopeful he'd be able to deal with that.

but it'd truly broken your heart when a girl had kissed him — you didn't have the whole story, but when you'd seen a girl grab his cardigan and press her lips against his, you felt as if everything in the world had stopped. his eyes were wide as they made contact with yours, it looked bad, at the very least he knew that — how would he even begin to explain this? especially when he saw tears sprout in your eyes, it felt hopeless to him. his stutters for you to wait as you ran from the scene didn't reach your ears, but he was sure to as he chased after you. he couldn't let the girl of his dreams just run out of his life now, could he?

yet once he caught up, it was a bit hard to find the words to explain to you, his chest ached as he looked at your already red eyes and running nose, sniffling with every word he spoke. but you stopped the second he swore you were the only one he loved — the only one he even remotely liked romantically, you were the only one for him. breath caught in your throat as you stared at him with enlarged eyes, mouth slightly gaped as your brain attempted to process his confession. he liked you? as in like liked? you weren't sure if you were hearing him quite right — was the heat of the sun really getting to you now out of all times?

you couldn't stop the way you leaned forward, pressing your lips against his and attempting to rid them of the taste of the former girl, and kalim had no complaints. letting the kiss deepen as he relished in the feeling of your lips against his own, they were exactly the way he'd imagined them — soft, and they tasted like cherries. he didn't want to pull away, even if it meant suffocating. and he couldn't stop his hands from trailing down, letting them find themselves pulling your shirt up and over your head, both of you gasping as you separated — but only for a moment.

kalim took in the sight of you standing in front of him, chest covered only by your arms and your skirt off as you'd let it drop — your panties already showing a wet spot, it made him more eager than before. you looked gorgeous, and even though you looked embarrassed, you should've been anything but that. he let his own clothes fall, pushing you back as he did so — the grass tickled your bare skin, but the feeling was pushed out of your mind when kalim conjoined your lips once again, letting him remove your hands from your breasts as his own started to toy with them. you could feel his lips smile as you let out soft moans into his mouth, and you could also feel the way his cock pressed against your clothed cunt, slowly grinding against you to get more of a reaction.

it wasn't long before he has you gasping, pulling away from your lips and slipping your panties down as he slipped his cock out of his underwear — you were absolutely perfect, chest raising up and going back down as you panted, the smile never leaving your lips as you gave him the go-ahead, hands finding their way to his shoulders and holding on tightly as he pushed his way inside of you — and it was worth every day he'd spent waiting for this moment, imagining the way it felt was nothing compared to the real thing squeezing and practically sucking him in. it was heavenly, though your nails dug into his skin, he couldn't concentrate on anything but fucking you mindless, the only thing filling his mind was your moans for him.

it only made him want more, desperate to get any sound out of you. he didn't pay attention to how rough or fast he was being, he could feel your tightening around him, only bringing him closer and closer to his release — and it felt amazing, if he could, he'd wake up to this every day, you were like an angel sent down specifically for him. and once you'd cum, it only took a few seconds before he joined you, collapsing on top of you as you both tried to catch your breath.

"i really do love you" were the only words he could get out, holding you close, and you only laid there letting him. though the summer sun felt as if it could burn your skin with it's heat, and anybody could walk upon the situation, you didn't care, kalim was worth every bit of trouble you'd find yourself in.

Please!!

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