#man with hat

[wuyushun]

don't keep them waiting, anchor!

edit: robin's in!!! orz

[hypnos777]

law with different breeds of hat

[batcavescolony]

I hate the flesh hat man, I don't want to see him.

[pangur-and-grim]

my aunt who thinks I'm a weird little freak stopped by my house for the first time, and she was so clearly oggling everything and pursing her lips. I said "and that's the bad man" and pointed to my life-size puppet, and she didn't even respond.

[hamletthedane]

My conspiracy theory is that one of the reasons they fired Stephanie J. Block for the role of Elphaba in 2000 and replaced her with Idina Menzel at the end of the OBC workshops is because SJB played the role SO gay that it was quickly crossing the line of plausible deniability. Like she doesn't seem to be able to help herself.

And thank god she eventually got to play the role on Broadway (arguably one of the best - if not THE best - actresses who ever did), because we finally got to see her get super fucking handsy and stare lovingly into Glinda's eyes inches away from her face for three hours:

Like holy shit why do you keep looking at Annaleigh Ashford like you want to eat her alive??

Plus I cannot emphasize enough just how effective and moving this particular version of For Good is. Straight up feels like wedding vows.

(Ironically, she also has the best chemistry with Fiyero's character, and arguably the very sweetest performance of As Long As You're Mine in the entire slime tutorial universe.* So I'm just reading this as a Thropple Truther performance.)

*But that's just because she was (and still is) literally married to him. So they get uh. A little carried away in their performance. *cut to Sebastian Arcelus holding lantern up, his face covered in green makeup from aggressively making out with his wife on stage for several minutes* Apparently the makeup team HATED that song for them.

[dykealloy]

how does shanks manage to have some kind of sexual tension with every warlord in the sea whilst also having practically zero screen time. ramona-esque dilf of the east blue. luffy wants to be king of the pirates but is stuck sailing through the several deadly seas of his dad's evil exes. they see the straw hat and it activates their fight reflex. half-convinced that shanks gave it away with full knowledge of this

[where-does-the-heart-lie]

Happy Birthday Luffy, I hope you develop so many wrinkles from smiling. You deserve to grow old in happiness.

[beif0ngs]

beyond the heavy rain is a rainbow 🌈

[lenin-it-to-win-it]

[kami-ships-it]

[beastlyidiocy]

im so sorry i can only offer you death

[seredelgi]

We don't talk about this enough.

[rookanisstuff]

The Dellamortes

[sh4nksslvt]

Taste Like Home

When Luffy catches you getting a little too friendly with another crew, he pulls you aside mid-adventure to reclaim your lips—and remind you exactly who you belong to.

LUFFY X GN!READER | ONE SHOT tags: fluff, sfw, ooc, jealous luffy, chaotic romance a/n: this js me trying to write ffs, this is experimental and for fun only, so expect this ffs a bit cringe n akward word count: 1k

masterlist | ko-fi

: 𓏲🐋 ๋࣭  ࣪ ˖✩࿐࿔ 🌊

Luffy was not the jealous type. At least, not openly.

He didn’t throw tantrums. He didn’t scowl. He didn’t sulk (okay, maybe a little). But when he missed you, when his chest ached in that weird, warm way it did only when you weren’t close enough—he did act.

It started with a weird silence during breakfast.

You were laughing at something Sanji said while Luffy... just stared at you from across the table, pancake hanging halfway out of his mouth. Big, dark eyes locked onto yours like a hawk, not blinking, not smiling—just watching.

You had to wave a hand in front of his face.

“Yo, Captain Daydream, you good?”

He blinked slowly, tilted his head. “You smell different.”

You raised a brow. “Hygiene. You should try it sometime.”

He didn’t laugh. Just got up and walked around the table, leaning close enough that you had to lean back.

“You’re not wearing my shirt,” he murmured.

The crew froze.

Zoro snorted into his cup. “Are we at that stage now?”

You rolled your eyes. “It was dirty, Lu. I washed it.”

Luffy’s mouth twisted like that was the worst answer imaginable.

.

.

The crew had docked on Coral Cove Island—a little fishing town lined with rainbow-painted docks and salty air. The mission was simple: stock up, unwind, don’t blow up any buildings this time.

You, of course, had wandered off with your own list and ended up running into a friendly crew called the Shellbacks. They were loud, fun, and competitive. Naturally, you’d challenged their swordsman to a spar, beat him in five minutes, and somehow became their new honorary crewmate by the time Luffy arrived.

And Luffy?

He didn’t like that.

He sat on the nearby barrels, arms crossed, hat low over his eyes while you ruffled one of the Shellback’s hair and cheered at their stories.

“Y/N,” he called out flatly.

You turned. “Yeah?”

“Time to go.”

You blinked. “I just got here—”

“We’re leaving.”

Your eyes narrowed. He was already walking away, back tense.

The Shellbacks looked at you with raised brows.

You sighed. “Guess Captain needs his emotional support human.”

.

.

“Okay, what’s up with you?”

You caught up with him halfway down the dock, tugging on his vest until he stopped. His jaw was set, pout forming.

“You were gonna stay with them instead of me.”

“Oh my god,” you groaned. “We were talking.”

“You sparred with their swordsman.”

“And?”

“You laughed like you do with me.”

You paused. That made your brows furrow, a little sting in your heart at how small his voice got.

“Lu... are you—jealous?”

He squinted at you. “I don’t know. I just didn’t like it. You’re my crew. My favorite.”

You softened. Luffy didn’t know the words for most feelings, but he felt them hard. Deep. All-consuming.

“I wasn’t replacing you,” you said gently. “You’re kind of... impossible to replace.”

His eyes flicked to your mouth. “Still not wearing my shirt.”

You snorted. “You’re ridiculous.”

“Mm.”

And then he stepped close—one hand sliding to your waist, another catching your chin.

“Lu?”

“Just wanna check something.”

And he kissed you.

.

.

It started soft. Almost unsure. His lips moved over yours like he was remembering the shape of them. His hand tightened around your waist as his nose brushed your cheek, breath warm and sweet with leftover syrup.

Then you kissed back.

Your hands fisted in his vest, pulling him close, swallowing the low noise that rumbled in his throat. Luffy pushed forward, walking you backward until your back hit a wooden post. His hat tilted with the movement, casting both your faces in shadow. He grinned against your mouth.

“You still taste like me,” he murmured.

You tugged his hair lightly. “That doesn’t even make sense.”

“I missed your flavor.”

You laughed. “You’re such a dork—”

He kissed you again, harder this time.

His tongue swept past your lips without warning, and you gasped—he stole the sound, lips slanting deeper, chest pressing to yours. You melted, caught between the warm wood and your captain’s sun-kissed body.

By the time he pulled back, both of you were breathless.

He licked his lips.

“Still missed it.”

You wheezed. “You’re insatiable.”

Luffy just grinned. “Duh. I’m a pirate shishishi.”

.

.

By the time you got back to the Sunny, your face still felt warm.

Nami raised a brow. “You two disappear and now your mouth’s swollen?”

“Bitten by jealousy,” you mumbled.

Luffy happily dropped down next to her. “I won.”

She blinked. “Won what?”

He wrapped his arm around your waist from behind, pulling you down beside him. “Y/N.”

You squirmed. “I’m not a prize—”

“You’re my prize,” he said, absolutely shameless.

Zoro grunted. “Disgusting.”

Usopp nodded solemnly. “I agree for once.”

Luffy just nuzzled into your neck, lips brushing your ear.

“You’re not allowed to taste like anyone else.”

Your heart stuttered.

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

.

.

You found yourself unable to sleep. The sea was calm, the sky blanketed with stars, and the moonlight pooled silver across the Sunny’s deck.

Luffy found you again. He always did.

You felt his presence before you heard him—warmth against your back, arms curling around your middle.

“I meant it,” he said into your neck.

You leaned back into him. “I know.”

He tilted your chin again, gaze heavy with something almost too intense to name.

“I don’t know how to say it like Sanji or that talking snail you like—”

You chuckled. “It’s called a novel.”

“Whatever. But I do know you’re mine.”

You raised a brow. “Oh, possessive now?”

His grin widened. “SHISHISHI only with you!”

He kissed you again—slower, deeper, hands tracing your hips with the kind of reverence usually reserved for treasure maps. You arched into it, threading your fingers through his hair, gasping softly when he licked into your mouth like he had all the time in the world.

He did. For you.

He was the Pirate King in the making, after all.

And you? You were already the treasure.

[egophiliac]

last chance to guess what the new round of birthday outfits will be!

[mel-tdown07]

I've been thinking about how Smokescreen wasn't there for half of TFP and