#Your problem

[brotatowho-blog]

Regretfully I still exist.

And now it's your problem.

[flowerandblood]

Please, don't objectify or sexualize Ewan Mitchell – we can even kill his characters without any remorse, because they don't exist, but he is a human being, not some sex-toy. He deserves nothing but respect, and speaking about him and his body is part of it. 😞😞😞

[fandomlifeofsara]

Mornings on the Sunny

As the night draws to an end and the light of dawn closes in on the Thousand Sunny, the strawhats prepare for yet another day on the open seas.

Sanji is the first one to wake, before the sun rises over the horizon. He makes himself a cup of coffee before getting on with planning the meals of the day, from breakfast to supper and every meal in between. With Luffy on the ship, it’ll be quite many of them. He takes out his little notebook with notes on everyone’s preferences, allergies and needs when it comes to food and diet. He reads through it carefully before planning each dish for each person for the day.

Next to wake is Zoro, who’s also up before the morning light for a workout session before the rest of the crew wakes up. Might be some distractions otherwise. Before heading to the crows nest he walks by the kitchen where the cook is preparing breakfast. “Your shitty pre-workout smoothie is on the table” the cook calls out, his back to the swordsman, concentrated on the delicate tea leaves he’ll use for Nami’s morning tea. “Try not to choke on it”. The swordsman calls back, ”Like I need your stupid drinks to help me”, but he grabs the smoothie anyway and heads out.

When the first rays of sunshine hit the sails of the Sunny, Robin makes her way from the room she shares with Nami over to the kitchen. She didn’t get much sleep this night but it wasn’t unusual. She still felt rested enough to get up and get some studying done before breakfast. In the kitchen, Sanji just finished pouring a cup of coffee. “Good morning, beautiful” he says by way of greeting before handing Robin the cup. “A fresh cup of black of coffee, just the way you like it!” He made it sound simple but she knew the time and care the cook put into making each of his creations. One sip and Robin could taste all the flavor of the freshly ground coffee beans, straight from Jaya Island. Once again she thinks about how lucky she truly is. Robin gives the cook a smile. “You’re too sweet Sanji”, she says and takes the cup with her to the library where she can spend some time with her books.

It’s a while yet before anyone else wakes up. Zoro has finished his workout and is napping in the morning sun up in the crows nest. He did wake up early after, he deserves some rest. Down below, Nami finally appears on deck. She’s still tired, but a walk between the orange trees always helps wake her up in the morning. She makes sure they have enough water and nutrition before heading to the observation deck to check on the weather for the day. It’s always good to be prepared, and she likes giving the weather report over breakfast. On her way, she looks up and sees a pair of feet hanging over the edge of the crows nest. Nami mutters to herself about how she always finds that damn swordsman either sleeping, training or drinking.

Franky may not be the earliest of birds but he rarely stays in bed for long. Once he’s awake, there’s simply too many things to do, too many ideas to realize. Last night he actually fell asleep in his workshop, tinkering with yet another new innovation that would improve the ships defenses. And when he wakes up he goes straight back to work. At least for a few minutes before he realizes that he needs some energy. Franky leaves the workshop and goes to the kitchen, where Sanji is plating up the dinner table for breakfast. The whole room was smelling delicious with different flavors and spices. Franky couldn’t wait too see what the cook had prepared for them this morning. So instead of heading back to the workshop, he grabs a cola from the temporarily unlocked and unchained fridge, and sits down at the table to chat with Sanji while he cries the last of the eggs.

When breakfast is finally ready, Sanji and Franky make rounds on the ship, calling everyone to the kitchen. Jimbei, after having had a long night of steering the Sunny across treacherous waters, had decided to sleep in this morning, but the call of breakfast was enough to wake him from his deep slumber. When he goes out to grab the morning paper, he’s met by Brook, the only other old man in the ship. He’s delighted in the skeletons simple jokes and lightheartedness. Brook himself is overjoyed to have someone onboard who finally appreciates his clever puns. “I can smell the omelettes all the way from here” he says to Jimbei. “Sanji sure is an eggcellent cook!”. They both laugh on their way to the kitchen.

Last ones to wake are the boys; Luffy, Chopper and Usopp are laying on a pile on the floor in their shared room, all of them deep in sleep and snoring loudly. It isn’t until Sanji himself walks into the room, after having called out to them several times, and gives them a gentle smack in the head, that they finally open their eyes to take in the late morning light. These three could sleep for days. The mosshead too, if he didn’t wake up to workout, Sanji thinks to himself. And Luffy, he could sleep through a storm without a care in the world. With much complaining about having to wake so early, the boys finally, slowly, make their way to the kitchen. But as soon as Luffy gets a whiff of the freshly cooked food, he’s once again full of energy. He takes off across the deck, leaving Usopp and Chopper to follow as fast as they can. On his way back, the cook kicks the mast that holds the crows nest, shaking Zoro from his nap. Annoyed, he makes his way down, and is the last one to sit down at the table.

Finally, all the strawhats are gathered over breakfast, loudly chatting to each other, sharing stories, enjoying their personalized food and are having a wonderfully simple morning. Nami shares the weather report and plans on where to sail according to her maps and her log pose compass. Luffy, of course, wants to take the most fun route possible, even though the others know that his definition of “fun” is the equivalent to “dangerous”. Usopp once again tells them all the story of how he single-handedly fought and defeated a giant goldfish with nothing but his slingshot and wits. Franky excitedly shares his new ideas for how to make the Sunny go even faster if he could just adjust the main and foremast. Zoro, with his mouth full, complains about how the shitty food would taste better if he had some sake, to which the cook does not respond well.

After breakfast, everyone sets about with their tasks and doings for the day. While Sanji stays in the kitchen to clean up, Nami and Robin head to the library, where the former will study her maps and the latter will try to decipher yet another ancient text the crew had found on an earlier adventure. Usopp and Franky walk together to where their workshops lie at the stern of the ship, talking excitedly about mechanics and wood properties. Before Jimbei takes his place behind the steering wheel yet again, he takes a quick swim around ship to freshen up and scout the area from under the water. Chopper collects some herbs from the garden he shares with Usopp, and heads down to the sickbay to prepare some medicine and do some research. Robin had recently gifted him a book with rare and peculiar deseases that he had been reading intensely for the last couple of days. Zoro was back on yet another workout session. Can’t lift too little, right? Brook goes back to the boys room to pick up his violin. When he comes back out, he stands on the middle of the deck, between the orange trees, and plays a little tune. It’s a new song today, one he’s been working on for quite a while. It’s calm yet eerie, each note sounding as if the waves had been given a voice to sing with, and they were singing the song of old ancestors, waters that hadn’t been sailed for hundreds of years. The song echoes throughout the whole ship, keeping each of the crew members company while they go on about their day. At the very front of the ship, on top of the lion-shaped figurehead, Luffy has taken up his usual seat. He looks out over the ocean, towards the horizon, as far as his eyes can see. The music fills his ears and his heart, giving him goosebumps all over his arms. His eyes are filled with excitement and his soul with longing. He smiles to himself. Let the next adventure begin.

[maxdibert]

please just start blocking people. you argue with people for having different opinions than you, then twist their words to make them sound like a misogynist, a bully, or an apologist for sa, etc etc. sometimes you are not the target audience for posts, so since you're incapable of scrolling without arguing, please use the block feature. it will make your experience more enjoyable because you won't have to see content you disagree with, and it will mean that people won't be attacked over and over for sharing an opinion on their own blog. nobody's forcing you to respond by the way, that's all you. and if they're clearly not happy with you responding, respect that boundary and stop arguing and making shit up. unless they specifically say they're open for debate, going onto people's blogs and arguing with them for the sake of it is against basic tumblr etiquette. this isn't about anyone in particular (ive seen it happen four times so far just on my own dash so not motivated by any one instance) i just know that it can get tiring to have to constantly defend yourself over blatant misinterpretation about *checks notes* a fictional character in a children's book series so i wanted to let you know. have a great day /gen

But who says I’m having a bad experience? I’m having an amazing time. Honestly, the end of my teenage years and the beginning of my twenties were all about arguing with people because I got a dopamine rush from debating politics or an endorphin high from absolutely demolishing a bunch of guys and crusty old men in any public forum, proving them wrong with solid arguments. At what point would I ever be bothered by calling someone out and demonstrating, with facts and literature on the subject, that defending sexual abuse or bullying is wrong? It doesn’t bother me at all. In fact, I find it entertaining. It’s how I spend my free time for fun.

Let me tell you something: the world is not just you and your little group of friends who all think exactly like you and share the same opinions. That only works if you’re locked in a room with people who are exactly like you. The moment you step outside that bubble, into a public space, and share a shitty opinion with shitty implications that perpetuate shitty stereotypes or shitty behaviors, guess what’s going to happen? People are going to come for you. And this is no different. If you publicly say problematic things—like using insults with misogynistic undertones, blaming bullying victims, or minimizing sexual abuse by saying absurd things like “it’s only abuse if someone wants to stick it in you”—then you’d better expect people to call you out. You’d better expect people to drag you for saying dumb shit. And if you don’t like it, make your account private. Set your posts so no one can reply or reblog them. Make it so only the people you follow and who follow you can engage with your content.

I’m not the one who wants to live in an echo chamber—you are. I’m not the one who gets upset because they post publicly and random people respond—you are. I’m not the one who has to block or restrict people—you are. Because I’m not the one who thinks that being anonymous online gives them impunity to say whatever bullshit they want—you are.

[adventuretimetournament]

Autumn Fresh

First appearance: Bad Little Boy

Description: Her hair is worn down and is the length of her body, with one strand in front of her face. Over a gray shirt, she is wearing a dark red bolero with long loose sleeves, and an orange infinity scarf. She is wearing blue jeans and red boots with rolled-down tops.

Your Problem

First appearance: What Was Missing

Description: Her hair is worn down and is the length of her body. She has on a wide-brimmed yellow sun hat. She is wearing yellow gloves that extend nearly to her shoulders, a red tank top, blue pants, and knee-high cowboy boots.

Unwelcome Guest

First appearance: Marcy & Hunson

Description: Her hair is shaved on the sides and pulled back into a bun, and she has straight bangs. Over a red top, she is wearing a white sweater with blue stripes around the wrists, and two stripes, one yellow and one red, around the collar and chest. She is wearing dark gray stockings with black on the toes and cuffs.

[katydoodles]

Yes i know I am unhinged, but that is your problem not mine.

[downfalldestiny]

It's time to move on 🌊!.

[kenapiece-main]

Can you believe I'm having to make this meme even after successfully finishing up taxes and applying to job

[scribefindegil]

being a writer leads to a genuinely helpful but also very stupid kind of mindfulness where you'll be having a sobbing breakdown or the worst anxiety attack of your life and think "okay, I really need to pay attention to how this feels. so I can incorporate it into my fanfiction."

[queermasculine]

"every day it gets harder to find lesbians in my area who haven't been indoctrinated into the transgender cult" that's awesome man i hope it gets harder forever

[othrotherone]

*/the thudding noises in the middle of the night only making noise in between my songs when its slightly quieter

Me: attention seeking mf, no attention for you either way

[bishopinblue]

POV you're eating fries and there's a lil guy who wants you to share.

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Finally caught up with Apothecary Diaries. I can't believe they gave Maomao a gun.

[adventuretimetournament]

Concert

First appearance: Marcy & Hunson

Description: Her hair is worn down, about the length of her body, and is layered, as well as having straight bangs and being shaved on the sides. She is wearing a midriff-baring sleeveless red shirt with a skull on it, and a small gold necklace. She is wearing denim shorts above long gray stockings and white boots.

Your Problem

First appearance: What Was Missing

Description: Her hair is worn down and is the length of her body. She has on a wide-brimmed yellow sun hat. She is wearing yellow gloves that extend nearly to her shoulders, a red tank top, blue pants, and knee-high cowboy boots.

[creekfiend]

something that drives me insane on a relatively regular basis as a body jewelry understander is talking to people who have sensitive skin who are like "oh well I just can't wear any earrings without my ears getting inflamed" and I say "well what have you tried" and they say "well I've tried sterling silver and I've tried gold..." and it's like. ok. I don't know how gold and sterling somehow got spun by the jewelry industry as being especially good for sensitive skin but whenever I'm like "well have you tried implant grade titanium" they're always like "no....... but I've tried sterling silver... and it didn't work ..." like. I don't know how this narrative about sterling silver somehow got so strong but when they put pins in your fucking legs when you snap your leg in half are those pins made of sterling silver or are they made of implant grade titanium or surgical steel????????? HELLO. HI. YOU MIGHT BENEFIT FROM TRYING IMPLANT GRADE TITANIUM I AM JUST SAYING