#i guess LOLLLL

[sporesgalaxy]

i need to say something insane so im less likely to forget to draw it later

you know how i am always depicting zoro and sanji being romantically interested in each other like this?

I need you to know. CRUCIALLY. that this coexists in my brain with Usopp and Sanji being besties like this

sanji x usopp shippers i think youre so fucking valid and bigbrained but 1) i am a sucker for Usopps cute thing with Kaya and 2) i think acting gay platonically is mankind's greatest achievements.

i think Sanji being shoved totally out of his comfort zones both romantically and platonically (so he has to actually consider his honest feelings and not just keep imatating ideals) is great and his dumb ass deserves it.

I think Zoro being a bit of a fucking weirdo about expressing affection because he's always cared way more about learning how to swordfight flawlessly than learning how to operate by normal social conventions is fantastic.

I think Usopp bonding with Sanji over them both being Pretty Sweet Guys is fucking super epic because Usopp gets to see a bit of himself in this badass strong fighter guy he looks up to, and Sanji gets to see a bit of himself in this kind smart ambitious guy he admires.

do you see my grand vision . take my hand

[radrezi]

self portrait again

[placeswherepercyshouldntbe]

Welcome to the. B(l)og

REQUESTS: open

Rules: dont interact if youre in usual dni criteria, giom*lly shippers, erasing of howie’s aroace identity or percy’s ace identity. Prosh*ppers also rot nd decay. I’m Also Not comfortable with sylvie x molly shippers so thats one other to consider

Also some requests i wont take probably bc its from yucky media or im not comfortable with the request (I APOLOGIZE BUT . do respect my choices nd such)

[doingthehardthings]

Felt good this mornin: got up early again; no phone checking; got an hour or so of reading in; meditated; nice long gorgeous stretch session that was much needed; showered; student meeting; walked to go get oli's pain medication; worked at a coffee shop and graded for several hours.

felt weird when the person i tutor immediately asked if i wanted to have one of her cats (she's moving) when i told her oli is dying. like damn. let me mourn my fucking best-friend. felt weird when i saw the couple i'd befriended a few months back--went to one of their birthday parties and all, but was eventually ghosted without explanation--who saw me at the coffee shop and ignored me, as if i wasn't there. had a laugh when i showed the cashier my ID--he said, "is that a man?!" because it features me when i had a buzz cut. felt weird and rudderless because it hits me sometime that i have no one to come home to; that my parents are dead; that i can never just roll up on a family member's house and hang out. it's always me with me, on and on and on and on.

ganna get that workout in. clean the kitchen. order my groceries. start planning the layout of my pillow fort nook. look at christmas trees i might purchase. maybe write my return letter to J.

oli's zooted on pain meds. it's like he's not even here. i fucking hate it.

[raggscat32]

i'm a ray toro stan first and a lesbian second

[magnificentmicrowave]

driptober day 23: vintage

[manfuckthisimout]

This look RAHHHHHH

Your relationship with your boss was an odd one. It was obvious to everyone in the precinct that you and the detective were more than just boss and secretary. But you would never admit that, and August D had a weird way of showing his fondness. It was the same way every workday—come in at 6:30, find the detective already at his desk, make him coffee, start the day. He would fuss and scold you for little things, make excuses to stay at your desk and talk to you.

You two kind of danced around each other, an unspoken possessive from the detective, and you playing coy until he finally fesses up that he likes you.

He storms out of his office while you’re scheduling his next meeting.

“Didn’t I tell you not to mix up these documents?” he says, holding up a manila file folder. He looks quite frustrated, cigarette hanging loosely from his mouth, suit jacket off and sleeves rolled past his forearms.

Yelling at you like this does virtually nothing in his favor—if anything it just makes you rub your thighs together. “I’m sorry sir,” you smooth out, batting your eyelashes up at him. “I thought your desk needed some tidying, and you were out in a case so..” He gives you a pointed look. “That doesn’t give you a reason to touch anything in my office. If I want you to tidy anything of mine, I’ll ask you to.” You nod, turning your attention back to the computer screen in front of you.

“Did you schedule my meeting with Captain Jung?” He asks, leaning over the front of your desk. You can feel him staring into your forehead, almost trying to make you squirm in your seat. “Of course sir, I just finished. Your meeting is for 4:30 today.” “Good.” He gives you one last long look over before pushing off your desk and walking back into his office.

You look up from your computer, staring at the deep mahogany that separates you and your boss. “Y’know, we have a running bet pool on which of you is gonna confess first.” Your coworker, Su-min slides over to your desk and props her hand under her chin. “What are you talking about? There’s nothing going on between me and him,” you sigh. “Sure. Tell it to the rest of us.” She chides back. “Don’t you have a case to be doing right now? That missing girl right? How long has it been?” “About a week or so. I really hope we can find her alive, but it’s starting to look grim.” She grimaces. “I hope you end up finding her either way—“

“Y/N! My office, now!”

Suddenly his door was cracked, and you could see him walking back to his desk, waiting for you.

You turn to Su-min and grimace. “Duty calls. Tell me about the case after I get done with this.” She grins at you. “Don’t start fooling around in there, keep it PG!” You roll your eyes, standing from your desk and walking into the detective’s office.

“You called for me detective?” You answer sweetly. “Sit. I have something to talk to you about.” You sit in one of the leather chairs in front of his desk, feeling his eyes on you the whole time. He gets up and rounds the front of his desk, leaning against it to look at you better. “We’ve known each other for quite sometime now,” he starts, arms folded and head down. He smirks. “You and I both know that I’ve been dancing around you these past years-“ “Is that what you call it sir?” He pauses. “Excuse me?” “Is that what you call it, this situation I mean. I was very aware of your feelings about me from the day we met sir. The whole precinct knows how you act around me.” “..I’ve been that bad at hiding it then?” “Pretty much.”

He sighs. “I know I haven’t been…vocal..about my feelings for you. I’d like to fix that. Do you want to go to lunch with me sometime?” You smile at his bluntness. He’s always been bad with words like this, saving his poetical vocabulary for high-stress situations with criminals. “What’s so funny?” He asks, brow raised, smile on his face. “You are. You’re so bad with words sir..” You giggle. He leans down, gripping either side of the arms on the chair. He’s so close to you now, noses almost touching. “I am, hm? And that’s funny?” You nod. He chuckles. “I’m looking forward to getting to know you.” “Lunch right? What time?” “Lunch time.” You grimace. “Well, I assumed that much. 12 or 1?” “12:30.” “12:30 it is. I’ll mark it on your personal calendar.”

He lifts himself from his position, rounding his desk again and sitting in his chair. He stares at you longingly. “I’d suggest you get back out there. Wouldn’t want to keep the office waiting on who won that bet.” You chuckle. “Yes sir.”

Second fic rawr

This came to me in a feverish daydream

Also because of boredom

Hope you like!!

[skunkes]

it obviously has existed before then but new readers/watchers of dungeon meshi have had interactions that have solidified my hatred of a certain phenomenon, which is when somebody has a question or just observation about a piece of media, which is answered later in the piece of media, and is therefore currently a spoiler to them

and you get swathes of people being like "lol do they know" "nobody tell them xD" "do they know?" "oh sweet summer child 😅" "ermmmmm no spoilers but *heavily vaguely implied spoiler*" "do they know?" "Who's gonna tell them"

[nordegrafz]

old unfinished neil doodles cuz i never POSTED ANY these were when i was still figuring out how i wanna draw everybody

[wormjuiceblog]

oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck

OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK OH FUCK

TUBBO UR SO FUCKED OH SHIT HAHAHA

[esaari]

wip of a shy boy

[yaekiss]

꩜ Room Content: No specified character, no smut, fluff, just spending a slow morning together ꩜ A/N: Just had this small scene stuck in my head for a bit so I wrote it down!

The morning sunlight streams in through the kitchen window and diffuses a soft orange glow to the room. Set in their hands, is your cup, as they busy themselves with preparing your morning beverage of choice. 

Theirs is already done and the matching cup has earlier been set on the table where they usually sit. (They like to make yours second because then it’ll be justtt a little bit closer to the prepared temperature since it doesn’t have to sit out longer.)

Before long it’s done and they set it at your spot at the table. Settling in their seat, they take in the tranquillity of the slow morning. It’s quiet until they hear you making your way down the hallway to sit with them at the table.

“Hey there, did you rest well?” They crane their head over to look as you yawn.

You give a noncommittal hum, sleep still clinging to you.

“Well, hopefully you’ll sleep better tonight,” they say, pushing your cup closer to you.

It’s nice, the two of you starting the day together. Tenderly domestic. And maybe their heart does a little squeeze when they realise how syrupy sweet this all is, how lovely it is to be with you.

Slowly, gradually, the morning languidly ticks by.

And maybe someone has an errand to run, some quick task out of your shared home. The both of you find yourselves at the doorway.

“Love you, see you later,” you give them a chaste kiss on their cheek, smiling.

“Yeah,” their gaze flits over your features, and the corners of their eyes soften, “Yeah, love you too, see you later.”

[buggyandthebartoclub]

a Kidd for @guilty-sugar (special thank you to @mandiemegatron who's tip let me get the brush sets I've been testing out- this one is sooo good. love love love you both <<<333)

[sneakydraws]

pls tell that you have something with adult boreo to post because i actually have a fixation on your arts with them😭 btw your art style’s amazing and your arts help me survive (i rewatched “zanim pójdę” many times and this is work of art)

MERRY CHRISTMAS EVE THIS IS DEFINITELY NOT BASED ON REAL EVENTS

(They did eventually figure something out I guess because I also drew them having their polish Christmas Eve together hehe)

[cherryysocks]

THE PERFORMANCE

you always imagine yourself on a stage- who do you think is watching you?