#British morale

[sapphic-storm69]

Spiderverse thots

[holychopshopgalaxy]

Black sails Reddit is so wild “Flint didn’t deserve a peaceful end he was a manipulative liar who indiscriminately killed anyone in his path” ok and. He’s literally a pirate and England was being homophobic what else was he supposed to do. In fact he could’ve been worse and I still would’ve cheered

[zimtlees]

Helllooooow...Coi-coi asked me in the askbox to draw Orel in the Magical Mystery tour👴🏻👴🏻🦴🦴🦴💥💥... But I had more than that about The Beatles...(some are old rawr)🐶🐶🙏

and little pingo tingo ringo dingo👴🏻👴🏻🦴🦴🩸🩸💥💥hes saying haiiiii

[creators-island]

PROTECTIVE HOBIE PROTECTIVE HOBIE PROTECTIVE HOBIE

I'm trying new art styles and i think i like this one

[fivetrench]

HELLO SAILOR

[punkeropercyjackson]

Pavitr:The 'boba' in 'boba tea' actually means boob

Hobie,genuinely scandalized:IT MEANS WHAT

Miles:TIDDY TEA TIDDY TEA

[littlemissmentallyunstable]

games untold 🧡

the grandest game 🩵

the inheritance games 🤍

I know the pattern of the orange and blue is going to annoy some of you (it’s annoying me too) but I wanted the characters like this :))

[plunderingpennies]

Genuinely surprised that (to my knowledge) Gentleman Ghost isn’t a Tumblr sexyman yet

Like look at him

[nekogiyuu]

if I were Miles’ parent I’d be disappointed if he brought Hobie home

not because Hobie is a punk and an anarchist, or the fact that he looks like every parent’s worst nightmare

no

but because my son is dating a british person

[the-cat-and-the-birdie]

Ngl I wanna see Miles with an older sibling. HE NEEDS AN OLDER SIBLING

If I was Miles older brother i wouldn't know how to act. Imma ride for my lil bro 😭😭 somebody at school bothering you? who?? lemme talk to him

some 6'9 dude named Miguel? I can take him. (AND YES, I MEAN THAT IN A FIGHT.)

He's tryna draw? Too bad

I'm all up in his sketchbook over his shoulder like 'whos dat? That blonde girl? You know her? Oh there's graffiti of her name - Gwen? She Gwen??' 👀

Rio and Jeff tryna ground him?

Nah he was with me. He need to sneak back in the house? I'm being loud as hell in the kitchen knocking over pots and shit to distract everybody idc idc

Late night watching the news in the living room I'm like 'SPIDERMANS THE BEST RIGHT Y'ALL? 👀 Y'all like spiderman right isn't he cool RIGHT'

Meanwhile Miles is next to me thinking 'see this why I don't tell you nothing -'

I love Miles bro he NEEDS an older sibling PLEASE

I know he has a baby sister but Miles morales is so younger bro coded he needs a older sibling for the love of Lyla just give him an older sibling

[serenfloras]

it breaks my heart to see sabo not beating the british allegations because. he and luffy are brazilian. they were born on the same island they'd just be born in different states in a modern setting

to be more specific luffy is from ceará, sabo is from rio grande do sul

ace is the odd one out of the brothers since he was born in the south blue and then taken to dawn island by garp. i hc him as filipino for many reasons but one of them is so the "puto" thing comes up at some point (it's the word for steamed cake in the philippines and the male equivalent of bitch in brazil)

sabo already suffers enough in canon no need to make him british as well

[mirages-and-polar-ice]

Being interested in British polar explorers is such a huge learning curve in empathy and understanding human nature because we’re faced with hundreds of men that agreed with the British Empire to the point of actively helping it but we see past that. We see the people beneath the morally fucked views and we love them. And I think that is such an important skill to have because you’re always going to meet people that you don’t completely agree with, that’s just life. But if you hated everyone who you didn’t fully agree with, there’d be no one left on earth for you to love

[ace-and-the-rpg-horrors]

sorry lads, Dead Boy Detectives was ACTUALLY cancelled because Monty got hit with the straight beam. rejected by exactly one boy, and he turned to piracy and heterosexuality. sad!!

[punkeropercyjackson]

'Hobie Brown is so Thalia Grace-coded'Well no.He's Percy Jackson

[st4r-wh0r3]

Punkflower ⭐

Inspired by @roughscribs on here 🫶🏾

High school AU

ignore any grammar mistakes pls i dont understand commas 😭

“I’m absolutely not doing that!”

“But why not!? He’s so obviously obsessed with you!”

Miles looked at Gwen with the coldest side eye he could muster at the moment. Walking towards his desk chair he slumped down and sighed frustrated. How could she be so sure of something that wasn’t even remotely simple!? I wasn’t like this was a crush on some random girl in his class. This was a crush on Hobie. Fucking. Brown. The coolest guy he knows!

Miles spins his chair away from her,“No! Nope! Absolutely not!”

“You don’t see the way he looks at you dude!” Gwen spins him back around to face her. “Hobie looks at you like you're the sun, moon, and all the stars. Hobie looks at you like he prays to you every night.” Miles just shakes his head and forces himself back around.

“If what you're saying was even close to the truth-”

“It is.”

“IF it was what makes you think writing him a fucking love letter would be a good idea?” Gwen dramatically flops on the bed, hand landing on her forehead, eyes closing. “Imagine, you put the most heartfelt, tooth rotting, stomach turning letter on his desk and after school he runs up to you and kisses you like you are the oxygen he so desperately needs.” She turns to face him and is met with the most disgusted and disappointed face she's ever seen.

She can’t help but start barking out a laugh, gripping her stomach as she rolls around his bed. Miles rolls his eyes and kicks her. “See! Even you think it’s dumb!”

“No I swear I really do think it's good!” She proclaims sitting up quickly.

“Even if it’s a little corny and cliche I’m sure Hobie will love it dude!” Gwen looks at him with true sincerity. Miles looks back at her looking for any indication that she’s messing with him. Once he finds none he sighs, glancing at his notebook.

“Do you really think he would like it? I mean what if he doesn’t like me like that?”

“I promise you he will.”

Miles pauses and thinks about his options here. He could 1.) write Hobie some romantic ass letter to confess his feelings, or 2.) don’t say anything and live with the knowledge that Hobie would never truly know how he felt. Either way he would be beyond stressed.

He eventually huffs for the thousandth time and slowly nods his head.

“You’re gonna do it!?” Gwen jumps off of the bed filled with pure joy. He looks back to her slightly laughing at her excitement. She grabs Miles' shoulders and shakes him harshly. “This is so amazing! I thought you were never gonna tell him!”

“Well if I’m gonna be stressed I might as well be stressed and have my feelings be out there.”

She snickers and releases the others shoulders, staring him down, “I’m really really glad you decided to tell him how you feel.” Miles slightly shoves her in response.

“You're only saying that because you’re tired of hearing about him.”

Gwen chuckles and shoves him back. “No! I’m genuinely happy that you can get this off your chest. I think this will be really good for you.”

He smiles up at Gwen and pulls her down into a hug. “Thank you Gwen.”, he whispers to her. All she does is hold him tighter. They stayed like that until Gwen glanced at her watch and saw the time.

“Oh shoot, I have to go! I have a study session with Margo in like ten minutes!” Gwen quickly goes to retrieve her bag, rushing to get out the door.

“Bye Miles! Tell me how the letter goes!”, and with that she was gone.

He shakes his head at his friend. That girl could never be on time.

Slowly he looks back at his notebook. He can already feel the anxiety creeping its way up into his stomach. So much could go wrong with this and the worst one would be getting rejected.

Miles and Hobie had been friends since freshman year when Gwen introduced them. It was almost an immediate connection between the two, even though they were so different. They would be clinging to each other everyday, hanging out in Mile’s dorm when Ganke wasn’t around, tagging abandoned buildings, going out to dinner, ect. So Gwen wasn’t surprised when Miles told her he liked Hobie.

Coincidentally around that same time Hobie started to be more excessive with touching Miles (not that he minded). A constant arm around his shoulders became a normal thing very quickly. Soon followed by random shoulder messages, hand holding, and other passing touches. It drove Miles insane knowing that Hobie was just doing this as his friend. He wanted it to mean more so bad.

Hopefully he would achieve that with writing this letter (even though he wasn’t very hopeful).

Dragging a hand down his face he picks up the pen and notebook, moving them to the middle of the desk. He cannot believe he’s actually doing this, Uncle Aaron would be so disappointed. Miles was gonna have to text him about this later.

Shaking his thoughts away he finally picks up the pen and starts writing.

—--------------Next Day—-----------

To say he was nervous is an understatement.

Miles was shaking so much he could barely hold his extra notebooks. Including a graffitied envelope with Hobie’s name on it on top of the stack.

Walking to his first period class Miles tried to take deep breaths to slow down his mind. It wasn’t like he was putting his relationship with one of his closest friends on the line or anything.

……….

Oh he was gonna pass out at least once today.

How could he possibly have agreed to this!? There was no way that this was gonna end well. Knowing Hobie even if he didn’t like him back nothing would change but, Miles would have to live with the fact that his feelings weren’t mutual.

That thought alone made the pit in his stomach grow even wider.

Being too wrapped up in his thoughts Miles forgot that today was Thursday, meaning his first period was with Hobie. He also failed to acknowledge that Hobie was walking towards him, a mischievous smirk resting on his face.

“Oi! Miles!”

He quickly glanced up at his name. His eyes immediately met the others.

“Heyyyy Hobie….”, Miles winced at the shake in his voice.

Once Hobie had reached him he wrapped his arm around Mile’s shoulder looking down at the other’s anxious face. He couldn’t help but notice how shaky the boy was.

“You doin’ okay there? You looked really zoned out jus’ now”, he commented raising his eyebrow.

“Yeahhhhh I’m just nervous for…”, Miles’ mind couldn’t even think of a good excuse as it was too focused on the arm wrapped around him. “..For…..yeah.”, He decided that his silence was better than making up some obvious lie.

Hobie’s eyebrow raised even more at the silence. He looked over the boy again looking for a real answer. In his search he noticed the graffitied letter. This just made him even more confused that he already was.

“Watchu got there Miles?”, Hobie asked with genuine curiosity.

Miles froze in his spot, eyes going wide. Hobie looked back at the boy, noticing his sudden stillness. He glanced back down at the letter, his head reeling in what it could possibly be.

Then it clicked.

His face suddenly broke out into a grin. He removed his hand from his pocket and reached to grab the letter.

Miles finally breaking out of his trance, noticed the movement and snatched it hiding it behind his back. He nervously smiled up at Hobie, deciding that he probably couldn’t get a coherent sentence out even if he tried.

Undeterred, Hobie smiled back and moved his face closer to Miles. His arm that was previously wrapped around his shoulder sliding down to meet Miles' chin pulling his head up even more. “Is that a love letter?”, He teased. Smiling like a mad man.

Miles thought he was actually going to pass out. His face felt like an oven and he could already feel the shaking intensifying ten fold.

“No!”, He said with a shakier voice than he would’ve liked. “This is just- umm- a homework assignment that I need to turn in today!”

He mentally rolled his eyes at his own excuse. Homework? Really?

Hobie just chuckled at the blatant lie, releasing the other from his grasp. Turning to continue to their class before they were late. Still in shock Miles took a moment to follow the other.

The two continued to walk in silence together, taking glances at each other when they could. When they finally arrived at their class Hobie stepped in front of the door blocking Miles from getting in.

“What are you doing man?” Confusion seeping its way onto Miles face.

Hobie ignored his question, instead opting to lean into the others' space just as he did earlier. Looking him dead in the eye as he began to speak.

“When you want to give me that letter….” He paused to admire the panic wash over the shorter’s features.

“You can just leave it in my locker.”

With that Hobie walked into the classroom, leaving Miles at the door to process what the fuck just happened.

[dance-in-the-morning-glow]

Me, looking at literally anything I’ve written in the past 1 1/2 years: