#insane work from op

[commander-spaceboy]

Lusopp my beloved!!

Smthn smthn falling in love with your best friend can do wonders for you

[kacievvbbbb]

I don't know there's a lot of alcoholics in One Piece as to be expected pirates and all.

But something about Shanks and Rayleigh's drinking feels a little more like drinking to forget than your more run of the mill pirate alcoholism. It just feels like Something that the people that love them maybe worry about a little too much for it to be fun.

[tundrakatiebean]

I’m trying to get back into my regular routine after surgery but my brain has decided that intense depression from having had to be in bed for a week and a half is the right answer which is Not Helping. I’m thinking maybe the surgery extended my usual PMDD week and that’s why I’m so bad rn but hell if I know what’s going on in there. I just know I’ve been crying over stupid shit everyday for the past week and that my brain is saying “you feel isolated so you should isolate because then it’s your choice and it doesn’t hurt so bad.” And I’m just in the middle of a swirling brain demon torrent screaming at all the ghosts.

[funsize-cenobites]

Mihawk-Brain-Eating-Syndrome has seized me.

The post that started this whole train of thought came from @manofbeskar who's Mihawk thoughts, Mishanks heartwrenchers, and absolutely gorgeous art are so inspiring I feel chewing-on-the-doorframe feral every time I check their blog.

Mihawk has a complicated relationship with vivre cards. Yet despite all efforts at keeping the world and everyone in it at Yoru length he still manages to keep collecting bits of them.

Not many nowadays, its a rather intimate affair after all; to have someone give you a literal piece of their life so that you may always find them no matter where in the wide seas you may be. Assuring that you'll be the first to know should they leave that world entirely.

Far too intimate. It feels too obvious, too heavy handed, too much like handing him your heart and asking him to carry it. Such a thing is heavier than any blade and all the bloody deeds he can never truly wipe from the steel.

Its gentle and vulnerable and human. All the things Mihawk is convinced he could play at but never truly be again. But... I imagine at the start of his journey, maybe he was a touch more open. Perhaps accepting his first from a mentor as a parting of ways though he didn't yet have one of his own to offer in return.

Strange how a simple piece of card in his palm could feel like an open door. Always there, inviting him home. Always there, until it wasn't.

Mihawk will never forget the first time he felt one burning away into nothing in his hands. It went up so quick.. He had no idea it could take less than a minute to burn a home.

Then perhaps he found a crew, a more tangible place to nest and he suddenly had more vivre cards than he could tuck away on his person in a timely manner. Perhaps it became a ritual of sorts each morning, a part of his routine to tuck each one away. The captain, vice captain, and the rest of the specialists lining the inner band of his hat while the rest of the crew were individually squirreled away. A meditation, grounding and quiet. He would use it to remind himself of his role as the crew's swordsman, as their protector.

How could he forget the sharp sear of each individual card burning away, stuck close to his skin by waterlogged clothing as he dragged himself ashore gasping and choking on sea and blood and smoke. Having been left by marines that assumed he would drown because- perhaps pointed out by one that had deceived him, made Mihawk believe they were his friend to be led back to his family:

"No freak like that could exist without having eaten the devil's fruit."

How could he forget the embers escaping, dancing in the evening gloam like fireflies swarming around him? There were so many.. now there are none and gods he's been so empty since. How could such a small piece of paper take so much of him? To kill a man with a blade, even butchering him inelegantly, would be a greater mercy so long as he was dead.

Nowadays Mihawk knows better. Knows better than to trust or be trusted. That blades might chip and tarnish but they dont burn, never completely.

Yoru hums and sings in his hands as he wields her and she does not feel like home.. but she feels solid and eternal and cold. She will never burn. Her weight is bearable.

Impersonal.

Professional.

Yoru makes death an art in his hands. She is the brush not the paper, spattering fireflies over a night sky.

. . .

For years after, he kept far from others. Deciding to never get so close to anyone ever again. Safe in the knowledge he would never feel the burning sting of loss nor the cold cut of betrayal so acutely. Trust was a double edged blade, perhaps the only one he truly couldn't handle.

He was no protector.. so he wouldn't try to be.

Instead Mihawk would hunt. Chasing the marines mercilessly. Cutting a bloody path through their ranks and burning their fucking fortresses to the ground. At first they spoke of him as an insane lone swordsman, then a one man army, then a monster, a demon. The relentless yellow eyed freak that stalked the seas and nightmares of future vice admirals.

He systematically killed all those that harmed him. A shadow over the shore, a rogue wave swallowing their ships, a curse of vengeance come to reap. He destroyed all the records of his crew that he could get his hands on. If he must be cursed to slowly forget them over time, then the world government didnt deserve their memory either.

And so on it went for a time. Long enough for the hunt to lose its luster. Slaughtering sheep by the herd in search of a rare wolf.

Mihawk had almost forcibly forgotten about Vivre cards as a concept. His own remained untouched, never moving from where he hid it. He had no friends, no family, no nakama. Only a dwindling list of worthy foes to test himself against.

Until the day the king of pirates died. Until their golden age truly began.

Until he met Shanks, who held out a hand and asked him to step out of the monochrome past and into a thousand possible vibrant futures. Ones of lush reds and glittering golds, of polished onyx black and the purest, deepest blue.

.

"Here," Shanks said suddenly one night, holding out a small scrap of paper. The both of them were perched atop the ruins of a high sea wall on some remote island, enjoying the cold breeze from the north after a hard fought duel.

Mihawk, for all his composure, blanched. "What is that?" He knew and he did not take it.

"What do you think it is? Its a piece of my card." He said it so simply. Like it barely occured to him how precious such a thing was. Shanks didn't drop his arm, even as the silence stretched out between them.

"No."

"Come on, Takanome- Dont be like that! We're nak--"

"Rivals." He cut the younger man off abruptly. His chest felt too hot and too tight, burning and burning and, "We are rivals, Akagami."

Shanks must've been pouting, he could hear it in his voice, "Even more reason for you to take it. We could duel every day if you could always find me~ Come on.. Please? I want you to have it."

"...."

Hawkeyes glanced at his best friend rival and immediately regretted it. Shank's face was always full of so much hope, so much faith in... something.. It made Mihawk's heart catch in his throat every time to see those big earnest eyes staring at him almost as if, for a moment, it was faith in him.

"I don't know if I can give you mine.." He murmured. Shanks smiled soft, a little sad, and infuriatingly understanding without needing to know anything.

"I dont need it. I know you'll always find me." He pressed his heart, his home the scrap into Mihawk's palm and closed the swordsman's fingers over it. "And if I need to find you.. I'll just ask the wind."

[erbiumspectrum]

x

[cluescorner]

The most important thing about a Megatron ship is that it cannot end well.

[himawanai]

HOW could i forget one of my favourite bocchi fan mvs

this ones's a doozy. pls watch it to the end

[mimikinyuu]

ITS SOOOOOOOOOO FUCKING OVER FUCK FUCK FUUUUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK FUCK

[skrunksthatwunk]

just finished s2 of kaiji and it was good i really liked it but i hope i never see that fuckass pachinko machine again!!!

[torahtot]

TIL one of my moms uncles is the leader of a tiny hasidic sect with ties to neturei karta and one of her cousins married a neturei karta

[yuriyuruandyuraart]

unrelated but ur tage WANNA MAKE ME CRY /pos I LOVE UR TAGS SO MUCH UR SO KIND?!?!??!?!?!?!?? WHAT!!!!!

also feed me ur rubbish and art pwease :3

why are SO many of you saying that when you guys are the ones posting banger art in the FIRST place!!!! hello??? did you think of MY tears looking at YOUR work??? i THOUGHT so >:'(((( you sweet talented little gremlins omgg look in a mirror one day before you say such kind things gosh<333333

[eldritchqueerture]

hmmm you guys really cant see the difference between opioids (addictive because of stimulation of the reward system - which has a propensity to raise the bar of "default" stimulation and require more and more) and selective neurotransmitter reuptake inhibitors (not addictive because it makes neurotransmitters send signals through brain for longer and thus (according to most recent theories) rewrite the brains scripts for neurotransmitter influence) huh

[transusopp]

to all the people who follow(ed) my main from my fnaf sideblog and still haven't unfollowed me by the grace of god despite the fact i only post about the gay autistic pirate show: pspspspspsp you wannaaaa read/watch one piece sooooo badddddd. you wanna read up through the timeskip and trudge through the dressrosa pacing trenches so you can enjoy whole cake island and discuss the similarities between michael afton and CC and reiju and sanji, as well as judge and william with me soooooo badddddddddd. oooohhh you wanna read one piece sooooo baddddddd (the secret catch is that you don't get to know anything about the vinsmokes until chapter 800)

[oceantornadoo]

when you first start talking to simon riley, you want to check yourself into an insane asylum.

you like to think you’re cool, you’re chill, you’re nonchalant. but he takes eight hours to text back, sending you a “come over.” text at 7pm like he hadn’t just ignored you the whole day. you complain to your friends, of course, which is a terrible move when they tell you to drop him and if he wanted to, he would! and you think he does (want to), he’s just so insanely nonchalant about it. so the next time he comes over, chinese takeout in hand after not texting you back since 8am, you go a little crazy…

you open the door for him, stepping back awkwardly when he tries to peck your forehead. he practically shrugs it off, toeing off his boots before setting the food down on your table. “got tha’ dish ya like.” you nod, forgetting his back is to you. simon unpacks the boxes with precision from the bag, not stopping until it’s all laid out on the table. you’ve been quiet for a while, unusual since you’re the talker of the bunch, and that creeping feeling that’s been sliding up his skin finally sets its hooks in him. he turns around curiously, brows furrowing at the sight of you still standing by the door, biting your lip with a timid look and wet eyes. “love?”

you shake your head with a watery smile. “can we talk?” simon follows you as you walk to your couch, feeling like he’s been dropped into an op with no details. he doesn’t know what’s wrong, just that you’re hurting and he seems to be the cause of it. “i just…don’t get it. how you’re acting so normal.” you’re twisting your hands together. “somethin’ happen, love? got me confused.” you give him that small, weak smile again and it’s like you’ve stabbed him in the heart. “you- you barely talk to me all day and then you just come over here like it’s nothing. it’s just so hot and cold and i’m wrecking myself over it when it’s so clear you don’t care. i’m just so confused, si.”

simon runs through his memories. he texted you good morning, you texted it back, then he went about his duties for the day until he was finally free to ask about dinner. hadn’t even picked up his phone in the meantime, security risks or just plain busyness being the cause. “‘ve been busy, sweetheart. ‘s why i asked t’ come over when i was done.” you shake your head, biting your lip. “it’s the modern day, simon. everyone’s on their phones. i don’t think you’re as into this as me, and that’s fine, but i just want to know!”

now simon’s the one shaking his head, pulling out his phone. he might not be tech savvy but he does know this move from johnny, the fucker constantly complaining about his screen time. he pulls up the screen time tracker and turns it to you. “not everyone.” you’re a bit shocked to be honest. his screen time is ten minutes for the entire day. a few in the morning when he texted you and nothing until nighttime, when he texted you again. you’ve never seen anything like it.

“‘m not a big texter an’ we don’t use personal phones for work, so it’s jus’ a brick i leave at home or lug around. ‘s nothin’ on you. been thinkin’ about you all day, to be honest.” your mouth is open, honestly. any other man would have never shown you their minute-by-minute screen time, would have begged off the “busy” excuse while having been on social media for four hours. simon, by all standards, is genuinely different.

“so, you do like me?” he nods stiffly, gloved hands reaching for you. you slide into his lap easily, tucking your face into his neck to hide your heated cheeks. you’d even shed a few tears over this, how embarrassing. “‘course i like you, sweetheart. an’ im sorry if it didn’t feel like it. let’s have it out, yeah?” you nod into his skin and he takes a deep breath, pulling you closer to his heart.

from that day on, you compromise with phone calls. when he’s got a few minutes and you’ve hit a lull at work, he’ll call you. it’s better than any text in the world - hearing his gruff voice asking questions about your messy coworkers or dinner plans. not so nonchalant as you thought.

-

i wish this was from personal experience but unfortunately for me, it’s closer to the men not responding for days but having a screen time of six hours.

[rawme-price]

Avian!gaz x oblivious!reader who has zero clue abt avian customs...

Ur from a different unit, the only hybrids you really work with being canines. Avians are already pretty rare, but they're practically nonexistent in the military. Ofc when you meet gaz youre just excited to get to know another teammate (who just so happens to be hot as fuck). You two get along well, easily joking together and breezing through ops. Unfortunately for gaz, you haven't really known any other avians.

You dont even realize it, but you've been 'courting' gaz for weeks now. Showing up with little snacks for him, sparring with him, hell you even made a little nest out of the blankets in your room for movie night without realizing. Gaz is head over heels for you, but convinced ur just a well meaning friend whos oblivious.

You whistle absently when you work, and it sounds so similar to the flirty chirps gaz makes that he has to sit down for a solid minute when he first hears it. He doesn't know, but you actually got the tune from him, thinking it just sounded so pretty and now its stuck in ur head.

It eventually comes to a head when you two have just gotten done sparring. You flushed because ur crush just had you pinned to the mats, and gaz flushed because you made the cutest squeak that could maybe sound like a chirp (his avian brain is delusional lol). Anyways, his wing feathers are all ruffled and puffed up, and without even thinking you reach a hand out to smooth out the small feathers close to his back.

Gaz outright moans at your touch. You snatch your hand back as if burned, eyes wide as gaz looks just as mortified as you feel. Sure, maybe you two should probably talk about whatever that just was, but you see the boner growing in his pants and suddenly nothing matters besides getting that monster in ur mouth.

Some insanely horny and amazing sex later, gaz is trying to tell you gently that he doesn't want anything casual and you two really shouldn't play around, when you blurt out "wanna date?"

Anyways two weeks later you guys are inseparable and very much in love🙂‍↕️👍

[chaosmenu]

honestly id watch the shit out of an iggy azalea documentary