their scarred, calloused hands raked over the sable and silver strands of their hairs. naked, and tired flesh against the damp, cold stone, where the charter marks created slivers of light across their skin.
“don’t tarry,” he said. “our next meeting shall be under the stars beyond the ninth, never before it. you promised.”
“i did,” she snapped, irritation surmounting grief. “but i never promised to be gracious about it or whatever nonsense.”
@lilmikomiko i’m late as always, but happy birthday to you!
donut witch for actual donut witch @lilmikomiko
(belated) happy birthday
I once watched this Ted Talk where the guy was talking about how our generation are completely unique in the way that we can approach our careers. So he was talking about how years ago, you got a job and you stayed in that job for the rest of your life. Then there came this change where our grandparents and our parents were all about climbing the ladder of the career you chose and trying to be in a better position but within the same field.
But now because of the nature of the job market and how (relatively) easy it is to learn new skills, our generation doesn’t have to climb that one ladder, we can jump between ladders and climb the rungs in different fields with ease for the first time. So basically what I’m saying is if you feel pressured by teachers or your family telling you that you have to choose a career and basically plan your entire future, remember that the world is evolving and you don’t need to be scared that you’ll be forced to stick to one career path for your whole life
to everyone who greeted me, thank you so much! and yes, the best birthdays would always be a good meal and good company. this was really such a great night, and i live for such moments. wow, one year more before the third decade.
SasuSaku Anthology Project 2010 — Can’t believe I still have it. I thought I lost it when we moved to our current place. This is so nostalgic, brings back those days when everyone was so frustrated on who Sakura was going to end up with, after Sasuke left. But, most importanly, I’m really happy that it’s still with me.
Now, I’m wondering who else asides from me, my friend, and her cousins, had purchased this way back? :)
Hey everyone! The time has come, and we’re super excited to announce the prompts for this year’s SasuSaku Month!
This is a big year for SasuSaku, obviously because we’re officially CANON, but also because SS Month is celebrating its 5th anniversary! This event has been going on since 2011, long before it came to be based on tumblr, and it’s very exciting for us new mods to be planning the fifth one (and of course hopefully more in the future!).
Now, onto the logistics! PLEASE read this since some things have been slightly altered!
We’ve changed the organization for prompts slightly this time around, with each week having a specific theme: “Prelude” (Free Choice/Themeless), “Beginnings” (Children/Genin), “Interlude” (Adolescence/Young Adulthood), “The After Years” (Adulthood/Married Life), “In Another Life” (Alternate Universe). Throwback to the first SSM back in 2011, where there were themed prompts as well!
Each prompt will fall under that week’s specific theme. This is to help fuel creativity and range for the fanworks, because we know that since November (and now especially with Gaiden), we’ve all been quite focused on canon SSS family.
That said, of course if you feel restricted or have an amazing idea for the prompt that just doesn’t seem to fall under the theme, that’s a-ok! These themes are suggested guidelines, not absolute. (Though we do strongly encourage exploration of them, since we chose the prompts based on these themes - we think they can work very well together!)
As always, you can interpret the prompts as loosely or as strictly as you want, and we accept fanworks in any form - art, fiction, AMVs, poetry, graphics/edits, collages, fanmixes, baked goods, cosplay, etc etc. If it fits the prompt and it’s SasuSaku, go wild!
OFFICIAL RULES
1) Post your fanwork(s) on the day of the prompt.
2) You can post your work on other websites (LJ, FFN, AO3, DA, pixiv, etc), but if you do frequently use your Tumblr, we encourage you to post it here for our organization and cataloguing purposes.
If you don’t post it on Tumblr, you must fill out the submission form here (a Tumblr account required) and submit it to the blog, otherwise your work will not be featured on the official blog. Include a link to your work.
3) Those who use Tumblr: you do not need to fill in a submission form this year. Instead, tag it with ssmonth15, and the subsequent tags for whichever category your work falls under:
ssm15fanart, ssm15fanfiction, ssm15edit, ssm15cosplay, ssm15poetry, ssm15amv, and so on and so forth. (All one word.)
AS WELL AS TAGS FOR THE DAY: ssm15d1, ssm15d2, ssm15d3, etc.
If you don’t know what specific tag to use just tag it with ssmonth15 and the day tag and we’ll see it and reblog it.
Remember: Tumblr only records the first five tags for searchability.
4) All ratings welcome, but please note M-rated works in the subject/title line.
5) No bashing of any characters, and respect the canon SSS family as is. You don’t have to include Sarada in your family fanworks if you don’t want to, but please respect her existence.
6) Have fun! This is an awesome event and our first canon SSM, so we want everyone to enjoy themselves and bask in the glory that is SasuSaku!
sasuke will fight, will die, will /kill/ - for his little girl. but the one thing he will not allow for is to doubt. thus, his first intimate thing he had shared to sarada, his daughter, is this : "your mother named you."
“my mother?” shebreathes through parted lips, so similar to the ones on another woman. lipsthat he has, in another life, heard say I love you.
sasuke has gone so long without the image of his littlegirl, and even though years have separated them, when he looks at her—adjustingher glasses, lanky, a mouth made for smiling, small hands—he still feels pride.
he cannot believe that this issomething of his own—his one creation, and it is bathed in goodness and kindness and strength. she has grown so well.
he nods. “sarada, from saraswati. the goddess of knowledge, music, and arts. wisdom and learning. all the things that your mother knew you would have inyou. all the things that I know you have in you.”
sarada stares back at him, his blood in her veins, and sasuke feelshis own rushing in his ears with each pulse—fa-mily, fa-mily, fa-mily.
she thinks: if i hadn’t doubt anything, i wouldn’t have left. if i wouldn’t have left, papa wouldn’t have gotten stabbed. if i wouldn’t have left, mama wouldn’t have been taken away.
this is all her fault. she feels it in her chest cavity; it aches so bad, she fears her breastbone will collapse and squish her heart just like all the anger and sadness has been squished out by looking at mama’s green eyes as she transports away.
sarada sucks in air, tears blurring her vision. she’s frantic and lost as she looks around, eyes settling on papa.
she thinks: papa.
and thinks it again and again until she’s whispering it, saying it, yelling it. “papa, papa, papa, papa!”
she grabs his cloak, bunches it up in her fist and looks up at him.
“you have to save her,” she says, “please! you have to save mama!”
“sarada,” he says but she shakes her head.
“please papa, please!”
he says nothing more, just looks at her. there is reassurance in his pained expression but sarada still feels fear stick to her like leeches.
“please,” she whispers.
and she thinks: mama.
for hermadnessmac who donated for the narutofornepal project and requested:
“a tender moment when Sakura heals Sasuke after a fight during their mission. Really, this is just a general paramater. Any mission-y healing scene would be loved. T rating.“
WHY IS THIS SO HARD TO UNDERSTAND
So for all you feminists out their who think that all men should die, remember, you are not a feminist.
reblogging for the last comment
Yes
Legit question, I’m not trying to hate on feminists or anything. Why is it called feminist if they’re for equality?
That’s a very good question and thank you for asking so politely.
The word feminism was coined by Charles Fourier in 1837, a French philosopher who advocated for the emancipation of women because he believed society treated women as slaves. We weren’t allowed to vote, own anything, or work a real job. Women were ruled by their fathers/household patriarch until they married at which time they’d be under the rule of their husband. If a woman did not belong to male household she was shunned by society and had very little means to make money, most of them unsavory. You know the idiom “rule of thumb”? That comes from a running joke that started in the 1600s, and was still around in Fourier’s time, that said it was okay for a man to beat a woman with a stick as long as it wasn’t any thicker than his thumb.
The point of the word feminist, and the feminist movement, has never been to say that women are better than men. The point is that women and things associated with women have been given a lesser place in society and we want to bring those things up to a place of equality. The focus is on the feminine because that’s what’s being pushed down. However, focusing on the feminine does not mean we’re focusing only women. Men are belittled and called “less of a man” anytime they portray a trait that is associated with femininity. If women and the feminine were equal to men and masculinity then that wouldn’t happen. Feminism is about raising up things associated with females to have an equal place in society as the things associated with males. It’s called feminism, not equalism, because the focus is on raising up not tearing down. Equalism would suggest that male things need to come down to a lower level so that female things can meet it in the middle. That’s not the point. The point is to raise up the feminine so that it’s on the same playing field that the masculine is already on. We don’t want men to lower themselves, we just want them to make room for us.
This needs to be spread far and wide to everyone on tumblr.
ALL OF THIS.
THANK YOU
This is very thorough explanation, thank you!
Hold my hand
notes: for lilmikomiko because i love her.
A sigh escapes passed his lips, lost to the light thump of the scroll he’d discarded landing on the coffee table. He leans forward, an arm propped on his bent knee, the other one allowing itself to dig into the top of his lap as he rubs at his forehead with the heel of his palm.
A migraine pounds its way into his head. Sasuke refuses to open his eyes, feeling them pulse with every pound that matches his heartbeat.
“Sasuke-kun?”
16 Things That I learnt in the Last Two Years (via seulray)
you are such a wonderful being, you. i mean you're more innocent than the flowers that surrounds us. *coughcough* you are the warm tea in a cold morning, and a sturdy chest that i can put my secrets within. you're also very wise, and filled with so much positivity, that i am a withering weed that selfishly zaps it all. i know you will also find the right person, the one heart that will skip for you, after the silence in your breast. you will also go out, and walk the same footsteps of great people, or be the shining beacon for others to accomplish great things. you will inspire individuals, as you have always encouraged and give me direction. i might be older, but you are far more wise in spirit. never change.
note: based on this awesome team seven art by baasama. the boys are great and all but LOOK AT SAKURA. she looks like she’s giving some bastard the chance to run away because it’s funner to hunt them down. anyway, many thanks to lilmikomiko for letting me write in her yakuza!au. i love that au.
She hears the vicious slur because despite the Cloud woman’s muttered words and raised chin, Haruno Sakura was meant to hear her. Sakura watches through narrowed eyes as she continues on her way to the bar, oblivious to Naruto’s growing scowl and Sasuke’s tightening grip on the handle of his chokutō. Raising her ochoko to her lips, she inhales the aroma of the ginjo-shu that the owner of the establishment they currently reside in so graciously brought to their table when they arrived an hour or so ago. She swipes her tongue along the rim to assure that her red lipstick doesn’t stick to the porcelain cup and then takes a slow sip, busying her mouth to avoid sneering or speaking or most frightening of all, smiling.
Despite her calm demeanor in the face of insult, Naruto and Sasuke clearly feel differently.
She understands, of course, that any slur sent her way is one against the Senju that took her in as a girl and the Uchiha that would soon take her in as a woman.
wow I really appreciate nice anons a lot
this is a post dedicated to every anon that has chosen to use their anonymity to be good and send encouraging and nice messages instead of being mean to someone, you guys rock
title: the language of love rating: k+ words: 2,014 summary: their correspondence needs few words. notes: post-699, during sasuke’s travels. for sasukekuns and windsilk, the impeccable west family patriarch and matriarch. happy holidays, everyone!
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As Sasuke expects, the first letter arrives a few weeks into his travels.
He’s walking through a small fishing town off the coast of River Country when the slug poofs into existence at his feet. He starts and looks down, but relaxes when he realizes it’s a miniature of Katsuya with a small envelope tied to her back. He bends down and picks her up, walking over to a nearby bench and setting her gently down.
“It’s from Sakura-san!” She says. He nods his thanks and unties the envelope from her body with his one hand, and she disappears with a small pop.
Later that evening, when Sasuke’s settled in the inn he’s staying in for the night, he takes the letter out from his pocket and slits the envelope open with a kunai. He’s been anticipating a letter from Sakura ever since he began his travels – he knows she would eventually send him one.
What he doesn’t expect, however, is the contents of the envelope. As he takes the letter out, something else slips out. He sets the letter aside and picks up the dropped contents off the floor, handling it gently when he realizes it’s two dried and pressed flowers, one a rosy pink and the other a pure white. His interest piqued, he reads the letter:
