#((jesus christ this one is so dramatic))

[inoreuct]

would you agree that we all need more Sanji getting nosebleeds over Zoro in this fandom?

YES *pelting down a hill waving the proposal for this in my hand like a madman* YESSSSSS

the first time sanji gets a nosebleed over zoro is his clue-in that oh. i’m not straight, am i. the swordsman’s doing a bench press (shirtless, as always) as sanji walks by (and sanji sneaks a look, as always, because who wouldn’t?) and when he glances over the plates he has to do a double take because what the fuck. zoro’s pressing more than twice his body weight. zoro’s repping more than twice his body weight. he’s just registered that maybe he’s stared for a bit too long when he feels something warm and wet on his upper lip, iron dripping over his mouth, and he books it for the galley.

he slams the door shut and presses his back against it before he slides to the ground and screams into his knees because what. the fuck. it’s not even that he’s getting hot and bothered over a guy; it’s just that the guy’s zoro. he’s not supposed to get nosebleeds over zoro.

but he does.

and it gets worse.

zoro walking around shirtless on deck? nosebleed. zoro re-tying the sails and just hanging on with his legs around the mast? nosebleed. zoro strutting out of the shower door, damp with steam and hair dripping wet and a towel around his waist? nosebleed. zoro tsking irritably and grabbing all of sanji’s food and packages from him to haul the whole lot over his shoulder? NOSEBLEED.

and not even that. he starts getting breathless around zoro and his chest hurts. he kicks zoro back while they’re sparring one day and the swordsman grins, feral and unrestrained and all challenge and teeth, and sanji’s heart spasms so hard that he actually wonders if he’s about to go into cardiac arrest. he’s barely twenty, he isn’t ready to die— much less because of some stupid marimo. chiselled abs and a nice set of biceps are only worth so much of sanji’s dignity. he twists and smashes the sole of his shoe right into zoro’s pretty face.

still, it gets so, so bad that he’s elected to just. avoid zoro completely. he’s sneaking around corners and running across open expanses ducked low like some kind of goofy thief and he knows it’s so fucking stupid but he doesn’t. he doesn’t know if zoro likes— no. he doesn’t even think about it. there’s no way, and if he gives himself false hope he’ll just break his own heart. he doesn’t know if zoro likes men, or anyone, much less him; nobody in their right mind would, not really. he's nice to have but not to keep and he's come to terms with it.

…until zoro corners him in the galley and demands to know what the fuck’s going on.

sanji stays facing away, slowly washing the dishes even as his heart pounds so hard it hurts. he is painfully aware of the way zoro’s seething like an over-boiled kettle in one of the chairs behind him, arms crossed over his stupidly broad chest and stock-still because he never, ever shakes his leg even though sanji knows he wants to.

his sponge squeaks across ceramic. the water’s warm against his fingertips, and his eyes flick up to meet his own reflection in the porthole window; he looks… well, he doesn’t know. scared, maybe. nervous. his mouth is thin, eyes wide, cheeks flushed, a shudder running its fingers down his spine even as his heartbeat thumps between his ribs and god, fuck, it aches. and he knows. he looks himself in the eyes and he knows that somewhere along the line nosebleeds had turned into falling in love and he was the stupid idiot who had just let it happen because he was too weak to pry zoro out of his thoughts.

his gaze flicks down sharply when he hears the sudden scrape of the chair, and zoro spits, “look, i can’t fix whatever i did wrong if you don’t tell me what it is.”

sanji’s heart throbs. “what?”

he can hear zoro’s scowl. “what, what? i obviously did something. you’ve been avoiding me like the plague.”

the cook almost laughs. he bites it down and swallows his words, salty-sweet at the back of his throat. guilt nips at him; zoro’s his rival and and his personal annoyance and a blockhead but he might also, maybe, just maybe, be sanji’s best friend. and sanji hasn’t been very fair to him lately.

he swallows again, clears his throat silently. “you didn’t do anything, marimo,” he murmurs to the plate in his hands, trying for airy and getting more somewhat vaguely strangled. he coughs. “just forget about it. sorry i’ve been weird.”

sanji will deal. he will, somehow; he’d been careless and careless is dangerous and for perhaps the first time in his life, he has too much to lose. he’ll squash his heart into a box and lock it down tight like he always has and it’ll hurt, but when does it ever not? he mentally declares the matter done and dusted as he shakes off the plate and gently sets it on the drying rack.

his lungs hitch as a callused hand cups his elbow.

zoro pulls him around. he’s too weak to resist. the edge of the sink digs into his hip as stormy grey eyes scan his face and zoro looks tense, his jaw set in the way it only is when he faces off with a particularly vexing foe.

“did i not look happy enough at dinner?" he asks, and it could be mockery but it isn't, not with that edge to his voice; not desperation, but damn near. like filter paper burning its way to ash. "was it my clothes on the floor? my boots on the bed? what?”

sanji can't stand it anymore. he looks away, tries to twist out of the invisible bonds zoro has him trapped in, but fingers looped around his wrist are all it takes to make him stay and fuck, fuck, he's so fucked.

"sanji, what did i do?” zoro breathes, brow furrowed, voice too near and too damn earnest, and sanji's throat bobs as he digs the heel of his palm into his eye.

this isn't how it's supposed to go. zoro isn't supposed to care. zoro isn't supposed to be standing here in the galley saying his name in that tone of voice. a hand carefully pulls his own away from his face, and zoro doesn't fucking let go, and sanji feels too much like he's been stripped down to the bone.

"i know," zoro continues, gruff like he doesn't know how to be anything else, "that i upset you. so would you please tell me what i did so i can fix it?" he bends lower still, ducking to try and catch sanji’s line of sight but sanji just can't look at him. "i'll fix it, i—"

"you can't fix this." the words are out and in the air before he can stop them, and a bittersweet smile curves his mouth. "there's nothing to fix, so you can't fix it. just let it go, alright?"

zoro wants to argue. sanji can tell. but the swordsman lets out a measured exhale after a long moment and pulls back, face carefully neutral. "at least tell me what's going on, cook."

sanji looks down at his feet. "...i can't."

"like hell you can't," zoro replies immediately, and it's such an abrupt reminder of their normal banter that it wrenches a rough noise from sanji's chest. "i was the one who held your hair back after you had, like, seven margaritas too many. don't think you could tell me anything worse than the experience of trying to stop you from falling into your own puke."

"oh, jesus fuck," sanji swears on instinct, then laughs. it's unfortunately hollow. "that was one time, asshole."

"one time too many," zoro hums, raising an eyebrow. "so you gonna tell me what's going on, or do i have to make it a captain's order?"

sanji grits his teeth.

"i will drag luffy in here, i don't care—"

"fucking—" he holds his breath, flipping around to white-knuckle the edge of the sink and letting it out slow. "fine. you ever loved someone, marimo?"

"sure." zoro shrugs easily, crossing his arms as he looks out the window. "kuina, but i think i learned to love her memory more than anything else. luffy, nami—" a near-unnoticeable flutter of thick lashes. "you."

sanji exhales through his nose as he rocks back on his heels. squeezes out air till it hurts. "you know that's not what i meant."

"what did you mean, then?"

he turns to look at where zoro has settled lazily against the counter, the moon turning his eyes to silver. "I mean the kind of love that makes your blood race. that makes you want more even when you know you'll never take more than you're allowed. the kind that makes your heart hurt so badly you feel empty without it."

the swordsman's face is unreadable as he tilts his head slowly. "i did say i love you."

it hits sanji like a bullet. he sucks in a sharp breath, and his throat burns as he turns away and tries to stop his shoulders from heaving up. "don't fuck with me, zoro. not about this."

it feels rather like a cruel cosmic joke. he's so near yet so far, just one step away with a gauzy curtain between but he can't touch it. he won't. he's got too many things on the line and yet he can't even name one of them.

"hey."

he squeezes his eyes shut against the burn of salt that shouldn't even be there, and look at that. little sanji's gone and broken his own heart again.

"hey," zoro tries again, more insistent, one hand hovering in the space between them and sanji feels the pull of it like a magnet.

he doesn't turn away as it cups his cheek. doesn't run as fingers slide through the short hairs at his nape, a thumb behind his jaw. his lashes are damp. it is everything he wants and everything he cannot have and he can't—

"look at me."

"i can't," he breathes, lungs rising fast and shallow. he's afraid to open his eyes. he's afraid of what he'll see.

"yes, you can." zoro shifts closer and another hand joins the first. it's big and rough and warm and he holds sanji's face like he's the moon herself. "look at me, curly."

he can't.

he does.

zoro's gaze is almost painful to meet straight-on with how intense it is. he seems to realise, face softening as he leans closer, closer, posture loose enough that it would be no problem for sanji to shove him away. "you love me," he breathes. "yes or no?"

sanji's heart stops. his tongue is clumsy in his mouth, his brain a mess of yesnoyesyesnoiwon'tican’tido—

"don't think." zoro's voice cuts through the haze as he shakes his head slowly; a sword through smoke, silver-bright, singing in the air and leaving silence. "don't think. you love me, yes or no."

the galley swims around sanji as his vision blurs. he feels his tears spill hot down his cheek, knows the way zoro aches to brush them away and yet stays still. he opens his mouth and it feels like stepping out of the only shelter he's ever known; he is an open fucking wound and he's raw and everything hurts, everything but zoro. zoro. zoro. "yes."

just one word, three simple letters, and still it feels like damnation; if he'd never said it he could deny it but now it's real. the swordsman relaxes, shoulders dropping enough that his forehead brushes sanji's, and sanji tracks the way his throat bobs. the way steel-grey eyes flicker over his face, molten in the light of the electric lamps and the moonlight spilling through the window, gilding zoro like something out of a dream. a fairytale sanji read as a child until the edges of the pages fitted familiar to his thumbs as his little hands reached for a happy ending that was never meant to be his.

he shakes, now, as zoro reaches up to run tentative fingers through straw-pale hair. "let me love you. yes or no."

"i—" the sound that twists from his mouth is cracked jagged down the middle, unpolished as a common pebble picked up off the damn street. "you don't—"

"yes or no."

"i'm not what you want," he gasps, his face wet.

"yes or no."

sanji wants to break apart. because zoro sounds like he's begging, and he cannot fathom anybody possibly wanting him that much. he wants to scream and cry and claw at the walls until his nails break. he wants to shatter into pieces all over the floor without having to worry about putting himself back together. he wants. he wants, and zoro's looking at him with the closest thing to reverence he's seen in his life, and even that isn't enough for him to believe it. "i'm not what you want."

he can barely look at zoro. he can barely look at himself. the shame is clawing a pit into his stomach, and he lets it, feels every inch of it, because what kind of person doesn't know how to be loved? his breath catches wetly as zoro cups his jaw in both hands, tilting his face up, and once again sanji is too weak to pull away.

"you are everything i want."

the words are so fierce, so sure, and sanji is cracking apart at the seams. the stitches pulled tight by his own hand are unravelling and he can't stop it—

"yes or no."

zoro's breath ghosts warm across his mouth, fingertips in his hair, just far away enough for sanji to see the way his eyes are blazing and yet he waits. his thumb on sanji's cheek is the gentlest thing sanji has ever known.

"you'll get tired of me," he tries weakly, one last time for good measure, and zoro just shakes his head. the resolve in his expression does not waver even once.

sanji breaks.

"yes." the word scrapes itself out of his throat seconds before arms are going around him, and he sobs. lets the swordsman bring them both to the kitchen floor as he curls up in zoro's lap, fingers clawing into his white shirt, numb with how hard he cries because nobody, nobody has ever stayed. not without him getting hurt in the process. he pushes them away when he gets scared and they let him and then it becomes his fault when it all blows up in his face, but zoro's not leaving, and it's so foreign to him that he's shaking so badly and he can't stop.

a warm, heavy palm smooths over his spine and he lets himself be shifted closer, settles sideways as zoro wraps an arm over his shins and rocks them until his breathing evens out. the embarrassment hits like a gut punch; he knows he looks like a mess, face blotchy and hair everywhere and eyes puffy as hell, but zoro cards his bangs out of his eyes and looks at him like he doesn't care, and sanji turns away.

he feels... fragile. like he's made of tinted glass and spun sugar, like he'll cave in at the slightest touch. there is something melting in his chest and it drips down over his ribs; pools fresh as a river in spring, offset by the grounding presence of zoro's hands on his skin. "don't say i didn't warn you," he mumbles, masking his very real fear behind a layer of watery bravado as he hides his face in zoro's shoulder, and of course, of course zoro sees right through him.

the swordsman's thumb traces the swirl of his eyebrow before zoro rests his chin on top of sanji's head. "i don’t listen. you know that."

you know me, is what goes unsaid, and sanji doesn't deign to reply. he buries his face into zoro's chest and breathes in the smell of steel and sword oil and— he sits up slightly, eyes narrowing. "you've been stealing my deodorant, yes or no." the way zoro stills momentarily is a dead giveaway, and he yelps when the swordsman flicks his forehead.

"would you rather i be stinky?" zoro scoffs, rolling his eyes gently as sanji settles back down with a huff.

"you still are stinky. if we're gonna be together i'm expecting you to shower at least once every two days—" zoro groans, and he powers through, raising his voice, "—and if you aren't fussy i'll let you shower with me."

the way zoro instantly stops complaining cracks a laugh out of him. it's weak and watered-down, but it's a start. zoro's hands slide back into his hair and he hums as he lets his eyes fall shut.

the moon's full tonight. their ship rocks gently, and sanji gets comfortable; zoro's warm and solid and happens to make a perfectly respectable pillow. the thought that he can have this now sends a thrill through him.

he's not a fool. he's not optimistic when it comes to this. when it comes to love.

but with zoro's thumb rubbing mindless circles against the side of his thigh and a kiss pressed to the top of his head, he's got a pretty good feeling about this time around.

[fruchtchen]

Jesus Christ Superstar (1996) - Steve Balsamo (Jesus), Joanna Ampil (Mary), Zubin Varla (Judas)

https://www.angelfire.com/80s/DolcezzaDiVita/zgallery.html

https://www.jesuschristsuperstarzone.com/discography/london-lyceum-cast-1996/

[yeonban]

My muses' first reaction to falling in love:

This is the worst thing that has ever happened to me. I need to die: Lyney, Heizou, Subject Two, Sethos, Toma, Lewin, Langris, Rhya, Nikolai, Ango, Eric, Devit, A, Tobias, Aventurine, Yeong-gi, Soma, Naotora, Aijiro, Mikito, Gear, Lawless

I'm anxious but glad about it: ? Lmfaooo

[hauntingblue]

Them doing a photo lineup of the mugis for the battle and when it's Robin's turn she just turns and does a blue eyed stare at the camera 😭😭

Look at her 😭😭

[brittlekombu]

I need to complain about the fucking Foxy Pirates arc in one piece yall im so mad. I hate cheating so so much and that makes this so hard to watch. I just violently hate it. It feels extra worse because G8 the arc before this one is also counted as filler and it was so fucking good like I loved it and for this shitshow to come after is so infuriating. The beginning of this arc was so good to me like yeah lets help this stranded dude get back to his nomad tribe with his extra long cute horse and im just seething that i have to watch this waluigi knockoff and his annoying crew cheat and cheat and there isn’t anything anyone can do about it because if they do its insta lose.

[coquelicoq]

now that i've moved on to reading les misérables aloud, i'm still having the same problem i had with le comte de monte-cristo (i.e., le procureur du roi continues to dog my every step), but a new issue has arisen, viz., i'm only 60 pages in and i've already gotten so choked up with emotion that i've had to stop reading two different times. and all that's happened so far is hugo has been giving background on the guy who will eventually let jean valjean steal his candlesticks. we have not met even a single major character yet. heh heh. i'm in danger.

[feline-evil]

Blood drooling from my mouth I neeeeeeeeed to get back into making music i neeeed to i do i need to. I fucking. Foaming at the mouth frothing at the mouth i haven't played an instrument in so long.

[skitskatdacat63]

Frank Sinatra with "My Way" in the title 🤝 making me want to crumple up on the floor

[ozlices]

we get woken up by the neighbor's dogs barking & to ppl being needlessly rude over the wonderhoy's new outfits. already shit day i want a refund for opening our eyes

[ghosttownwherenoonegoes]

Do you ever look at your work rota, look at your uni schedule and then have a stress cry in a store room while you're on the clock? Because SAME.

[opens-up-4-nobody]

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[hauntingblue]

Choose your favourite reaction

[iricathel]

꒰๑´͈ ᵕ `͈๑꒱ ˚ ₊

˖🌿 ᝬ ʿ𝕀𝕟𝕗𝕠𝕣𝕞𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 ꜝꜞ 𖦹 ˖࣪،̲Ꮺ !

୧⍤⃝🌹Fᴜʟʟ Nᴀᴍᴇ

Arnold Avenel.

Name of German origin that means: "energetic eagle", which is officially recognized. But it is possible that you will find other variants such as: "the power" or "the eagle", however, not one of them is recognized to be official.

It depends on the trust they have with other people, but they always have an energetic spark that spreads to everyone around them. They can get where others have not arrived with a lot of work and effort. They have the qualities to be a great leader and command a group of people without any problem. In friendship, if you win their trust, it is possible that you'll like then a lot. At first they may seem like a cold and serious person, but inside of them is the opposite. Loving and simple with the person they love, trying to deceive them or disappoint them will not work because they are aware of what happens in their environment.

Avenel, on the other hand, means “oatmeal” in French.

୧⍤⃝🌹Kᴀᴛᴀᴋᴀɴᴀ

アヴェネル アーノルド

୧⍤⃝🌹Rᴏᴍᴀᴊɪ

Avu~eneru Ānorudo

୧⍤⃝🌹Nɪᴄᴋɴᴀᴍᴇ﹙s﹚

Arnold the Great

The Founding Eagle

୧⍤⃝🌹Oᴄᴄᴜᴘᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Senior Architect and head of a company specializing in the construction and decoration of monuments (architecture, engineering and interior design)

Actual King of Kephalonia, Owl clan

୧⍤⃝🌹Aɢᴇ

40 years old (Real age:???)

୧⍤⃝🌹Bɪʀᴛʜᴅᴀʏ

13rd January. People born in this date have to discover how to deal with anger or disappointment and understand that painful feelings are only released when faced.

They're naturally attracted to people born between October 24 to November 22.

They share a broad vision and a passion for achievement and this can create an imaginative and exciting union. Unshakeable self-confidence when the going gets tough builds the ability and enthusiasm you need to succeed. In love they are flirty and charismatic.

As a weakness they are stubborn, rebellious and bossy but as an advantage they tend to be high achievers, experts and revolutionaries.

୧⍤⃝🌹Hᴏʀᴏsᴄᴏᴘᴇ

Capricorn Sun. Ambitious, hardworking, and enterprising is one side of the sign. The Capricorn natives are extremely driven, enthusiastic about life, and capable of setting lofty but attainable objectives. The Capricorn natives on the other hand are lost in a world of actual or perceived barriers to achievement.

More quiet and reserved, Capricorns tend to lead with action, not words. But because of this instinctual nature to be alone and keep their feelings to themselves, a Capricorn needs to be lifted up in words of encouragement.

Weaknesses: Pessimistic, greedy, cynical, fearful, ruthless in achieving a goal, rigid, and miserly. While usually positive, Capricorn's relentless drive towards their goals can sometimes backfire. They will always put their achievements first, and this can make them seem cold and inflexible.

↳ 𝔗𝔞𝔯𝔬𝔱 ℭ𝔞𝔯𝔡

☠️ The Death. This card represents the end of one cycle and the beginning of another, the need to leave the past behind, it suggests that when one stage closes, another begins, acceptance of the inevitable, the need to accept that life is constantly changing, the existence of cycles in life that oscillate between phases more positive than others.

୧⍤⃝🌹Bɪʀᴛʜsᴛᴏɴᴇ

Garnet. You are a friend of your friends, who can be trusted and loyalty is your flag. And that is all that the garnet symbolizes, with its wonderful red passion, love is one of the points that the stone will enhance. Best of all, in addition to being related to the Heart Chakra, it is also related to the passion to achieve goals, so holding on to this pendant in moments of effort will be your best ally.

Garnet is a very energizing and regenerating stone. Cleanses and energizes the chakras. It inspires love and devotion, very useful in moments of personal crisis, since it is very practical when there seems to be no way out. Strengthens and activates the survival instinct, providing courage and hope.

୧⍤⃝🌹Sᴇx

Male

୧⍤⃝🌹Gᴇɴᴅᴇʀ

Male

୧⍤⃝🌹Pʀᴏɴᴏᴜɴs

He / his

୧⍤⃝🌹Nᴀᴛɪᴏɴᴀʟɪᴛʏ

French

୧⍤⃝🌹Rᴀᴄᴇ

Noctua (Owl, demon)

୧⍤⃝🌹Bʟᴏᴏᴅ Tʏᴘᴇ

A- . According to the theory of Ketsueki-gata, people of this blood type are organized, intense, detailed, rational, reserved, educated, trustworthy, patient, responsible and perfectionist.

On the other hand, type A people are shy, obsessive, sensitive, obtuse, orthodox, stressed, distant, stubborn and exaggerated.

୧⍤⃝🌹Cᴜʀʀᴇɴᴛ Lᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ

Kaminashi City, Japan

꒰๑´͈ ᵕ `͈๑꒱ ˚ ₊

[milo-is-rambling]

The countdown until the first script reading is all I’m seeing in my mind. In four hours and fifteen minutes I’ll be sitting in audience seats of the little black box theater while everyone reads the script for the first time and I get to imagine what it’ll all look like in March when the show is on the big stage

[rodismancave]

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[wormsdyke]

i do think it’s a bit bonkers that i spent the first 20 years of my life adamant that my passion and purpose was writing and it’s all i did every day and i got published and i was good at it and i was proud of it and then i let someone i loved tell me it was annoying so i stopped. and i could start again any time but i look at all those chapbooks and i just hurt