#hate that I had to see that with my eyes

[vulpiximisa]

I don’t mean to be one of those “why ship THAT ship when THIS ship is RIGHT THERE” and I know it’s to each our own but

wHy ShIp ZoR/////oBiN wHeN fRo/////BiN iS rIgHt ThErE!!!!1111

I don’t dislike zor///obin but I hate the implications of it because I can imagine fanboys projecting onto zoro and also shipping lu///boa and san/////ami in the gross kind of “alpha male gets the beautiful woman on his arm” kind of way

[zosanbrainrot]

this is how I see them

[hawkinsunderground]

-crack me open and all that's left inside is what's been done to me-

[hyacinthsdiamonds]

I'm sorry but the irony of Nico calling Max unprofessional is sending me so bad like sir there's an entire garage full of people, who were literally in the trenches trying to survive the Brocedes fallout while just doing their jobs, who might have a few things to say about your (& Lewis') level of professionalism at that time 😭✋️

[vvanillavveins]

I finished the Jarchivist coat!!

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Ceaseless watcher, turn your gaze upon the poor, confused people who stand behind me whilst I'm wearing this thing!

[druidonity2]

inner child

[violetscanfly]

I did it I redrew the besties!!

[front-facing-pokemon]

[queersouthasian]

The way Charlie closed his eyes before crashing his car, the way babe's eyes are still red and he is still zoned out, eating less and enraged, the way Charlie is devastated when he asks Jeff "Is babe very sad?", it may come off as a stupid question until you study his expressions, HIS EYES are pleading, begging jeef to say that babe is fine, that's why when jeff says the obvious, there we see grief and GUILT, the way Charlie is ready to be a test subject to unknown drugs just so the senses no longer remain so that BABE is safe, the way CHARLIE GETS OVERPROTECTIVE in the preview after finding those babe related pictures, the way Charlie was so pale and injured but he did all of that just for babe. Charlie sweetheart, he loves you sm, he is not sad, he is devastated, he will never get over you sweetheart, he loves and cares about you sm, please go back to him. Save him, again pls.

[quinnigallagherjones]

i don't think i have any heartbreak high mutuals but i NEED to get this off my chest...

if you think malakai is "toxic" or did amerie dirty i need you to fuck RIGHT OFF, he was assaulted by a police officer (which is a hate crime i might add for the people who brush over this fact) and then he was coerced into having a threesome whilst he was high and had JUST been assaulted, that is not consensual

he is a victim and people calling him toxic or a bad person need to shut the actual fuck up because i will say it again in case you didn't see it the first time HE IS A VICTIM

[schmweed]

[kavehater]

I support girls but NAH THIS IS REACHING “if you look carefully LIKE REALLY CAREFULLY 🤓☝️”

[unordinaries]

presented without comment

(chapters 280 + 344)

[novembermorgon]

What do you think of Rhaegar Targaryen and what he did?

as much as i sincerely believe grrm intended for his and lyanna's story to be romantic (at least to some degree) there is nothing in the world that will make me like rhaegar targaryen. grown man leaving his wife and kids alone in the capital with no sense of safety from his insane ass father OR the war that he had a hand in starting? locking lyanna in that tower to die? going out looking stupid as hell in the mud? and i don't usually go off the show but i'll say it just because i hate him so bad they gave him THE ugliest wig i've ever seen and named his son with lyanna AEGON when he ALREADY HAD A SON NAMED AEGON? he's in hell. he's burning in the pits and i'm going to find him and make it worse

[faaun]

Jack Marsh (2005), Friendship Otherwise - Toward a Levinasian Description of Personal Friendship

[shalomniscient]

sevchino req!!! wanna see protective arle to the children please,,,,,,father in action raahhhh

you and me BOTH anon 🥺🥺🥺 ......................

protective || sevchino

cw. none (?)

notes. yeah i like bullying pantalone (and not in a fun way like a bully rahu). sue me. also super self indulgent with no consistent pov dshjjdfhk

"My, my. What's a little girl like you doing in a place like this, hm?"

Estelle hugs the little bear closer to her chest. Her father had told her to stay in the office, but she was taking so long, and it was starting to get lonely...

She lifts her eyes up from the ground to look at the man crouched before her. He has long, dark hair that reminds her of her father's with how soft it looks. He has a polite smile on his face, but it doesn't reach his eyes. And his eyes—something about them made her nervous.

"I'm here with my father," she answers quietly, squeezing her toy. "I was supposed to stay in the office, but..."

The man clicks his tongue. "Tsk. Poor little thing, did your father leave you behind?"

Estelle bites her lip. Should she answer him? Father always told her not to speak with strangers, but it's been so long, and she wants to go home. She knows she'd begged her father to let her tag along, but now, all she wants to do is go home to her mother and Noé.

So she nods, looking back down at the ground. The man sighs, and rises back to his full height. He's tall, towering over her, and the way the lights backlight his form makes Estelle reflexively take a step back. He looks down at her down the bridge of his nose, the silver rim of his glasses glinting.

"Then how about I help you find her, hm?" he asks. "I think I know exactly who your father is."

Despite her apprehension, Estelle brightens. "Really?"

"Really," he nods. His white cloak parts, and he extends a gloved hand to her. But before he can take her smaller hand in his own, an arc of pure, blistering flame snakes around the girls feet, creating a protective, blazing wall. But around the girl, the fires cool, warm and comforting instead of threatening.

Footsteps echo like thunder down the hall, and the man tucks his hand back into his cloak, those dangerous eyes turning sharp, and a venomous grin creeping onto his face.

"We meet again, Knave," he sneers. Estelle turns, and standing behind her, expression twisted into a level of fury she's never seen before, is her father. A blood-red wing pulses over her left shoulder, flickering and shifting in the light. In her father's hand is a mean-looking red scythe, radiating a furious, hungry aura.

"Stay away from my daughter, Regrator," Arlecchino snarls, practically vibrating with rage. She keeps her eyes trained on the other Harbinger as she kneels down, and Estelle runs into her waiting arm. Pantalone watches it all with a deceptively placid smile.

"You know," he hums, "she has her eyes."

Arlecchino glares at him with enough fury to kill a normal man. But as much as she loathes the waste of breath before her, he is still a Harbinger, and Harbingers have always been far from normal.

"Do not speak of my wife," she says lowly, dangerously, cradling Estelle against her chest. Estelle tucks her head beneath her father's chin, one small hand winding tight in her father's jacket and the other clutching her bear plushie. The little thing's fur is slightly singed. Then, her father's gaze shifts from the man and to her, and her eyes soften. "Are you alright, starshine?"

Estelle nods, snuggling closer against her father's warmth. Arlecchino presses a soft kiss to her forehead, then turns back to Pantalone. She dispels her scythe, but it does not make her any less deadly. She considers, briefly, ripping the man before her to shreds; but Estelle takes priority, and she'd hate for her daughter to have to witness such violence, so she turns on her heel and walks away instead.

She will ensure the Regrator understands that her family is off limits in other ways.