#i’ll throw up.

[ruushes]

consulting the giving-yourself-a-superhero-name expert 💀🗡️

[snake-with-scallions]

PSA (because I know we’re all so excited for Nico but this needs to be said): YOU CANNOT PUT NICO’S IDENTITY ONTO THE SMOL BOY WHOS GOING TO PLAY HIM.

IF THE ACTOR TURNS OUT NOT TO BE GAY AS THE YEARS GO BY WE ARE GOING TO LOVE AND RESPECT HIM REGARDLESS!!

IF ANYONE IN THIS FANDOM KIT CONNORS A FRIGGIN TEN YEAR OLD I WILL FIND YOU AND RIP OUT YOUR SPINE!!!!

EVERYONE’S EXCITED FOR OUR GAY DISNEY PRINCE BUT PLEASE REMEMBER THAT THE ACTOR ISN’T NICO, AND WILL HAVE HIS OWN IDENTITY THAT HE NEEDS TO FIND OUT FOR HIMSELF AND NOT SHOVED ON HIM BY A BUNCH OF RANDOM FANS THAT DON’T EVEN KNOW HIM!!!

Please I know everyone is excited but I am so scared for this kid

[bellwethers]

It’s suki!

[porrigens]

💤💤

[lovelytech9902]

god i miss him so fucking much 😭

[shima-draws]

I’m still so mentally ill over the whole Luffy refusing to eat unless it’s Sanji’s food thing. Like. We KNOW how fucking feral over food Luffy is. He loves food and loves eating so much that he steals it off other people’s plates and out of their hands and is so impatient when it comes to meals that he’ll literally try and sneak into the kitchen to mooch before it’s ready. Or he’ll try to break into the refrigerator. I know Sanji mentioned putting a lock on it at some point bc Luffy literally wiped it clean. He will not hesitate to eat other people’s portions or literally an entire meal meant for a whole ship of people! He’s unbelievably selfish when it comes to food and that’s just SUCH a central part of his character that it’s become almost endearing. Even in Totto Land Luffy didn’t think for a second before devouring everything in sight, including an entire fucking HOUSE, regardless of the consequences or the people it might affect. Homie did not care!! He’s food driven first and foremost!!!

Until Sanji leaves him. Until he decides that eating—something that he loves and brings him comfort—isn’t WORTH it unless it’s Sanji’s food he’s eating. It’s been shown that Luffy has zero self restraint when it comes to food so the fact that he was SURROUNDED by food on all sides on a food themed island and utterly refused to partake in any of that? Even though he hates being hungry and will always make eating a priority over pretty much anything else?? The amount of willpower it must have taken for him to sit there and purposefully let himself starve, for SANJI. Even when food was offered to him conveniently (in the form of syrup rain) he stubbornly rejected that. Because it wasn’t Sanji’s food. Because it wasn’t Sanji who made it, who always puts so much thought and care into the food he makes, who always indulges Luffy and prepares extra because he knows how much Luffy eats and how much he loves to eat. Luffy literally took one of the most defining traits he has and tossed it out the window. For Sanji. I’m going to fucking blow up

[halfa-failure]

runs

[luriuan]

-200 dollars, mom kidnapped, hunted by Zeus, hunted by hades, dead beat dad, 12 years old, eye bags, sickly pale, soaked to the bone, cold, fighting chimera, and foreshadowed betrayal. Let him breathe!!

[monkiekidtwt]

[spghtrbry]

okay im too lazy to make separate posts so i’ll just throw all my gene content into one post

also um. @ihateornithologists said that gene kinda looks like a pug. and i couldn’t agree more so i drew this

yeah.

[dabislittlemouse]

Horikoshi better pay for my therapy sessions because I was doing JUST FINE these days but now i’m emotionally unstable once again-

[pizzaqueen]

Inspired by @eddiemunsonsmum’s reblogs and tags on this post

615 words / rated T / established relationship

The sign behind the counter boasts the “World’s Largest Sundae” with a picture of what does look like a pretty damn big sundae beside it. Eddie grins, glancing back to Steve sitting at their booth, his heart skipping a silly little beat just from looking at Steve. He shakes himself, turns back to the waitress, and points. “One of those, please.”

He’s still grinning when he gets back to their booth, sliding into the seat across from Steve, vinyl creaking under denim as he settles in.

Immediately, Steve’s eyes narrow. “What did you do?”

“Nothing.”

“Yeah, no, I don’t believe you.”

Eddie shrugs and spreads his hands. “I guess that’s your problem.” But he can’t stop his lips from twitching, which does nothing to ease Steve’s obvious suspicion. And then, minutes later, the biggest sundae Eddie’s ever seen in his life arrives at their table.

The waitress has to hold it with two hands, gingerly setting it on their table with a thunk; she wipes her hands down and says, “Enjoy, boys,” and shuffles away.

“Jesus Christ,” Steve mutters, staring at the frozen dairy monstrosity.

Layer upon layer of ice-cream sits in a giant sundae dish, chocolate sauce drizzled over it, topped with a swirl of cream and a single bright red cherry. A silver spoon is sunk deep into one mound of ice-cream, glinting in the diner’s dim light.

Glee fills Eddie from head to toe, and his eyes widen. “That’s a lot of ice-cream.”

“You’re not going to eat all that, are you?” Steve sinks back into his seat, pointing a finger at Eddie. “Because you’re not getting back in my car if you do.”

“No. That’s way too much ice-cream for one person to eat.”

Steve crosses his arms over his chest. “Uh-huh.”

“I mean, no one could eat that without throwing up.” Eddie points over to the sign. “It is the world’s largest sundae. It’s probably humanly impossible.”

“Then why would they sell it?”

“Capitalism?” Eddie lifts his shoulders. “All I’m saying is, I guess I made a mistake, Steve. No one person alone could eat all of this.”

The tick in Steve’s jaw tells Eddie Steve knows exactly what Eddie’s doing. He rests his elbows on the table and leans over. “You wanna bet?”

Eddie grins, tongue between his teeth. “You know I do.”

“Okay,” Steve says, pushing up his sleeves, “you’re on,” and he picks up the spoon.

“Should I get a bucket just in case?”

Steve looks up. The fire in his eyes licks along Eddie’s skin. “I’m not throwing up,” he says, and digs in.

And Eddie watches as Steve neatly and methodically works his way through the whipped cream, then every single scoop of ice-cream spoonful by spoonful, and, finally, he sets down the spoon, picks up the cherry, and pulls it off the stem with his teeth. He sits back, chewing around a victorious grin, brows raising at Eddie. “Well?”

“Marry me,” Eddie says, more than a little breathless.

Steve snorts. “Sure.”

“I’m serious.” Eddie leans across the table, glances around, and lowers his voice: “I am going to marry you one day, Steve Harrington.”

Steve’s smile softens, and his eyes warm. He kicks Eddie under the table and says, “I know.”

Warmth flows through Eddie, and his heart kicks against his ribs, and he smiles back. “Hey,” he says, clearing his throat, “you owe me a sundae.”

Steve rolls his eyes and throws a balled-up napkin at Eddie, but he gets up, goes over to the counter, and, loud enough for Eddie to hear, says, “I’d like one of those world’s largest sundaes, please.”

Oh, yeah. That is Eddie’s future husband, right there.

[pixlokita]

Started sketching the next page since we’re all sick so might as well take it out on Mike Lmao-

[medicalunprofessional]

hey son catch

so sorry … .

version where you can behold him

[purplebehittindifferent]

Well guys, here it comes.

imnotcryingyouretheonecryingimjistallergictomyemotionsstfu

[milimeters-morales]

Miles G: *pulls out a weird amalgamation of tech* if we use this we can knock out every robot guarding the food vault-

Miles, incapable of being serious: twin got a doohickey

Hobie: G got a whatchamacallit

Margo: silly ass thingamajig

Pavitr: ain’t no way he got the mouseketool