i know NOTHING but this tiktok edit of this specific scene is insane. the hand placement ,,, the kiss ,,, the way he smirks + laughs when he's accused of being drunk ,,, the glitter on his face after kissing her ,,, it's not even funny anymore 😭😭
Do you think Mihawk gave Zoro a room that he slept in or do you think he just got lost in that huge ass castle every night until he found somewhere to pass out?
i am screaming because you guys can’t read smut in chinese and the people in china can’t read smut in english and that is driving me crazy 🗣️ if both sides are able to combine the collective knowledge of such nasty masterpieces, there would be world peace
I'm going out with my friends for a birthday celebration and you want me to wear this? But these underwear don't have a back? And they barely cover anything up front either! What if someone notices?
Said this to a friend, and I'm sure I've said it in comments and bookmark notes, but, if you've somehow been in the Stranger Things fandom for more than a few days and haven't encountered @azrielgreen's works, here's my endorsement. And here's the Ao3 link
I only knew by chance that [Peter O’Toole] had taken such a terrible hammering – a front-page hammering – from the British critics for his performance in Macbeth. I knew only because Onllwyn Brace came to supervise my narration in the documentary film about Welsh rugby football. ‘Your pal O'Toole,’ he said, ‘has been murdered by the English critics.’ ‘For what?’ asked I. ‘For Macbeth,’ said he. I phoned Peter that night as soon as the hours were right and managed to catch him before he'd left the Old Vic. I said, ‘a couple of boys from the BBC were over today to record my voice and they told me you've had a bit of stick from the critics.’ ‘Yes.’ ‘How are the houses?’ I asked. ‘Packed.’ ‘Then remember this my boy,’ I said (he is 4 years younger), ‘you are the most original actor to come out of Britain since the war and fuck the critics.’ ‘Thank you.’ ‘Think of every four letter obscenity, six, eight ten and twelve letter expletives and ram it right up their envious arses in which,’ I said, paraphrasing Robert Atkins, ‘I'm sure there is ample room.‘ ‘Thank you.’ ‘Good night Peter. Don't give in and I love you.’ ‘I won't and it's mutual.’ ‘Good night again.’ ‘Good night Richard and thank you.’
That was the extent of our conversation but my fury at the critics took me through the night – another sleepless one – and I thought of all the things I should have said to Peter and didn't and thought I should write him a letter and didn't and prayed to God I hadn't sounded like a false sympathizer secretly rejoicing in his critical debacle. But no, I comforted myself, he knows I too have been through the fire and understand.