The Garden of Gods

because i noticed the influx of that fake-ass tumblr staff tagging a ton of people about the security of their blog being in jeopordy , i would like to propose a solution on top the mass flagging & reporting ( considering that i'm among few who haven't gotten tagged in such posts ) — enable this in your settings:

mentions : only blogs i'm following can mention me OR only mutuals can mention me

steps.

go to the dash view version of your profile

click "blog settings"

scroll down until you see replies and right below it is mentions

select the option "only blogs i'm following can mention me" or "only mutuals can mention me"

boom. it's automatically in effect.

this is merely a suggestion/option. flagging, reporting & blocking the accounts works too as it informs tumblr's staff directly of the issue.

And it truly was a miracle that he wasn't swept by the enticement to drive himself hilt deep and come right then and there. Something about being the why made Kiba drunk. Shino, of their comrades, was the quieted, easily the most mysterious of the three. It was not always clear what he was thinking or why. And maybe it was just him, maybe Kiba was the only stupid one who didn't get it.

But this he understood. The way Shino's body so eagerly chased his touch, how it shivered, how he crooned. To be wanted. There was not many Kiba could say with a full chest that would think of him in such an important way. Ah... Shino was so good to him. ~ It made Kiba whimper a when his partner's orgasm hit, bead after pearled bead spilling between them, a slick testament to exactly how it was Shino felt. The searing bite engulfed Kiba's every thought.

“Give it just a few hours. We’re here to support them, and you need to, at least, seem supportive, so pretend that you’re having a good time,” he said and placed money on a tray, eyeing one of the skewers of golden chicken necks. It was overpriced, but the food looked too good for Hashirama to fight his urge. 

The festival was busy. The music, played by a band with shamisen and drums, echoed through the celebration so loudly it was almost rude. Children ran around, crashed into each other, and women laughed among themselves as they tried to be quiet about it, but ultimately failed at that. Everyone was in their summer yukata, because the summer was trying to smother them with another warm day. 

It was true that it was a bit over the top, but the Uchihas always were like that. An Uchiha in a yellow kimono passed by them, and Hashirama leaned toward his brother’s shoulder. “Does he know he looks a little lost? It seems to me like he wants everyone to think of him as wealthy, but he looks like he stole the clothes from a deceased person at their funeral,” he whispered, covering his mouth with his fingers. 

Of course, he’d met Akimichi Choji hundreds of times by now — had known him since Choza-sensei had invited them all to his first month’s celebration, and watched him grow over the years. He also was familiar with Uchiha Sasuke, Uchiha Itachi’s brother, and Uzumaki Naruto, the Yondaime’s son — both of those names brought a peculiar ache to him. And there was also a Hyuga boy he’d encountered over the years; though Gai couldn’t quite remember his name, it was hard to forget the wide, ivory eyes, and the child’s gentle smile as he’d peeked around his father’s leg almost ten years ago.

Even though he knew some of the students, it was hard to keep track of which child was in which cohort. It’s why he needs Iruka’s help.

“I hear hesitation in your voice. If you might find my intrusion into your classroom unwelcome, then I will not press this matter. However, I hope you may consider it. I understand it is quite an unconventional request, but… I believe the Sandaime will be open to my suggestion, and especially so if I show how prepared I am for this assignment with the list of students I’d like to take on!”

Besides, he had … fairly good rapport with the Sandaime, or so he’d like to think. There were a few brushes of tension, and there was that one dubious mission Gai had been sent on, but regardless, Gai was focused on his goal. Sandaime had already rejected his appeal to join ANBU a number of years ago. This request, however would surely be difficult for him to deny.