#i like this piece still but oof

[crazymecjc]

shuake week day 2 - new game plus

plus, bonus!

[leapdayowo]

pearl season 10 concept designs :D

[darklight-owl]

Hey man. Can you watch her I need to go run some errands. Make sure she doesn’t get into trouble. Thanks.

[yakny]

"NUNCA APRENDES, PLATITA."

[raspberrydraws]

May I offer you a Zoro on this rainy day

[jamestheenderman]

[[ Very much OOC but I love how the suggested posts I have in this blog are very old fanarts I have saved because they're like little treasures for me ]]

[goingmerryfics]

⚠️Marineford spoilers below⚠️

me rn after watching that absolutely soul crushing shitshow even though I knew he was gonna die

Like I know the show would be on a completely different track if he'd lived but damn it doesn't hurt any less

Hearing Luffy crying like that reslly just set it in stone. I want to hug the baby.

[goldkirk]

Yikes

I'm going through old files trying to consolidate things and guess what I've started finding? Old work from high school religous-culture-wars training.

Examples:

tw for homophobia and mentions of abortion and religion

Prompt: Think forward to your life as a college student. Imagine an encounter with Americanism on campus. Describe it and how you can deal with it. This is one of the things I struggle most to recognize. I’ve grown up, very luckily, in a family where loyalty to the Church teachings has always been held above loyalty to worldly authority (etc.—morality above government, y’know?). So in regards to the major moral issues like abortion and homosexual acts, I don’t have trouble recognizing the Americanism when people say religion has no right to interfere with law/society at large/the government, etc. But a lot of times it’s not that blatant, and since I’ve been bombarded with “SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE!” since I was little, it’s often really difficult for me to notice. I’ll work on that in college, for sure. It’ll be a good habit in general to look at everything I hear more critically, too, not just for Americanism.

Yikes.

[cups hands around mouth] THEY WERE LYING TO YOU!!!! THE COUNTRY WAS FOUNDED WITH SEPARATION OF CHURCH AND STATE ON PURPOSE, IT'S A FEATURE NOT A BUG

tw for racist statements, victim blaming, discussion of communism, and BLM bashing

PROMPT: Describe a time you have personally observed Marxism in action. It’s everywhere, isn’t it? It’s pervasive in all western society now, as hard as our cultures fought in the last century to eradicate it. It just shifted, slinked off to the shadows to find new and more insidious ways of invading. It crept into discussions, education, homes. Any group of people that felt angry, unfairly treated, still angry over past wrongs…it wormed its way in and planted seeds in those hearts until now it’s everywhere. Even without realizing it, we, as a culture, employ the same philosophy that we claim to hate. We accept it now. Many even cling to it. It’s in the Occupy Movements, the Mike Brown (and assorted others) protests, the demand for more government encroachment, the societal entitlement, the political games, the first grade classrooms. It’s everywhere. PROMPT: Think forward to your life as a college student. Imagine an encounter with Marxism on campus. Describe it and how you would deal with it. Maybe it will be a student or professor spewing the ideology (though I doubt it in my case, I won’t be taking many—if any—classes where it would come up as a topic), or—more likely—it’ll be a pervasive undercurrent in a lot of peoples’ reasonings, opinions, and beliefs. I’ll have to always be looking out for it (just like the other “isms”, especially Americanism) and recognize when it’s rearing its head. Honestly, the best rebuttal to Marxism is usually just plain old common sense, and if you actually start thinking about it hard, it’s not difficult to get back to a healthier perspecive on the issues.

YIKES. Yikes on trikes.

Ah yes, modernism, the greatest of heresies:

tw for homophobia and moral judgements

PROMPT: Describe a time you have personally observed Modernism in action. Every :) single :) debate :) involving Church teaching :) and gay marriage :) ever :) Also divorce :) and sex outside of marriage :) and basically :) EVERY :) SINGLE :) MORAL/THEOLOGICAL TOPIC :) THAT CAN POSSIBLY :) BE :) DEBATED :)

YIKES :) YIKES :) YIKES :)

[hauntingblue]

ANOTHER DEATH BY INMOLATION???? ENOUGH!!!!

[pears-trinkets]

everything sucks so hard rn idk

[binding-with-briars]

*posts my first fic on AO3*

*refreshes every 30 seconds*

[claratyler]

VICTOIRE!!!!!!!

[cheshire387]

So... Chapter 1081... I’m just so shook and maybe I’ll just get under blanket and cry for a bit but at same time it could be so much worse??

[dekuofficial]

beside myself with grief at Arcane season 2 but i have self indulgent fanfic and cute fanart to stare at for hours so its fine i'm coping i swear

[dany36]

actually sixpence none the richer's divine discontent (2002) is so damn good and is peak 2000s music. like, yes their '97 album brought us timeless gems like kiss me and there she goes but breathe your name? don't dream it's over? still burning? and then ending with A MILLION PARACHUTES?? god i missed listening to this type of music and this band.

[screampied]

“tch, what are you doing.”

“hugging you.”

“i’m not stupid. why are you hugging me,”

sukuna grouses, his entire vast frame growing stiff. it was always like this with you. every few seconds, you’d be talking to him about literally anything and out of nowhere, your human arms just wrap around his waist. the demon stands still with the most repulsed poker-face, yet he doesn’t attempt to pry you off. for whatever reason, your warmth was surprisingly .. comfortable. you’ve got the cutest smile contorting against your features. burying your face into the center of his chest, the demon sighs, flicking your forehead. “oi brat, i asked you a question.”

playfully wincing at his gesture — you have a tiny pout. “you looked like you could use one,” and your arms briefly tighten around his slim torso. “also, usually when someone’s hugging you, you’re required to hug the other person b-”

“don’t tell me what to do,” and you gasp, feeling strong arms pull you in close. with an oof, you land right into his soft padded chest. your cheek tenderly rubs against the various ancient markings that paint and decorate his skin. the ‘hug’ only lasts for about three seconds before he pulls away, pretending to feel ill. a mere drama king. “disgusting. got me participating in such a revolting, humanly act. think ‘m gonna be sick.”

“oh, don’t be dramatic,” you tease, leaning into his touch. you’re met with a crimson-red glare but you could spot the vague pout forming against his lips if you squinted. out of all the pesky humans he’s encountered, no one was ever tolerable or worthy for his attention.

no one except . . . you.

a simple gesture as hugging makes him feel mushy ‘n soft inside and he hates it. loathes it, that dumb carefree grin that cheeses against your lips, the cute glimmer sparkling in your eyes. so irritating, so . . adorable.

as you rest your chin against his chest, you let off a tiny huff. “do demons not hug each other?”

“not in this way,” he murmurs, feeling an awkward lump brew in his throat. sukuna’s eyes suddenly avoid yours and you grow curious. not only that, but his body language changes. your softness was making him nervous.

he swears a plethora of inaudible curses under his breath, remaining rigidly stiff and refuses to move his beefy arms another itch. your arms wrap around him again and a huffing sigh makes his tense shoulder lower. with a grumpy grunt, his eye twitches and a single fang bares below his top lip, a sign of cute stubborn annoyance. “ack, you’re squishing me, human. release me at once.”

your chin swiftly rubs against the soft fabric that made up his personalized kimono before deadpanning. “not until you hug me back.”

“i am hugging you back.”

“no you’re not,” you giggle, burying your face inside between the opening slit of his clothing piece. his body heat tepidly radiates against you and you’re engulfed with his loud natural scent. the demon’s almost always naturally warm, your personal heating pad. he shoots you a vexing glare, nostrils flaring up in exasperation before his arms awkwardly pull you closer. “hey, not s- so tight, ‘kuna.”

“now you wanna complain? you’re gonna take this hug,” and you giggle, feeling him gingerly shove you into his broad chest, squeezing you tight.

sukuna sassily rolls his eyes at the audacity,

he’s never been one to participate in such ludicrous, but if it was with you, maybe it wasn’t that bad. sukuna stares down at you, a weird soft feeling pooling its way into his heart — after a while, he unwraps his arms from your body, ruffling your hair. “stupid.”

with a cheeky grin, you wrap your arms right back around his torso, nuzzling against his chest like you were a kitten. with a gruff groan, his arms suddenly mirror you, slinging around your waist, pulling you close tightly. how annoying, he’s starting to enjoy this little thing called ‘hugging.’

sukuna slowly adapts to the warmth of your body against him, a faint smile creeping on his face at your next adoring words. “love you ‘kuna.”

“you’re gonna experience a deadly cough in five days, brat.”

“huh?”

“hmph. i said . . i love you too.”