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[dallina17]

I am going to say the same thing I said when seeing this in the manga for the first time.

(If your mother died, what would you do?)

ESTO FUE VIL, CRUEL, E INNECESARIO.

(This was vil, cruel, and unnecesary)

[tulippanes]

i wanna change my theme again.

[bilolli]

I don't usually post my traditional sketches anymore but I recently was initiated to cult of the lamb by reading bamsara's fic and the two little guys are so similar to my old o.cs that I had to sketch something (role reversal/clothes swap whoop whoop).

Feel free to ignore, I feel funny today hehehiho

[ddanthedumbass]

im mentally insain

[ch4rliespringg]

“_____ likes me” “bro she likes me” bro no ones ever liked me before stfu and stop complaining.

[siyaazu]

True pacifist ending.

[startoastiez]

BE WARNED THE AUDIO IS SO LOUD

i genuinely cannot fix the audio i am so actually sorry😭

[grey-tumbles-and-falls-down]

guys i started watching supernatural not long ago and theres somethign thats been living in my brain and it owes me money

S2 ep7 spoilers btw

When Dean n Sam are figuring out the Dana Shulps anagram there was something about Sam's handwriting that really just like grabbed my attention

(dont mind the white text its the only way i could find a pic)

look at his A's dude, LOOK AT HIS A'S

THEYRE STARS DUDE, HIS A'S ARE STARS

LOOK AT THE S2 INTRO BRU

STAR A'S

[bangboa]

so uhm kinito pet

[wormheamer]

hello wormy can u draw scottish artificer thanks

go square go aye

[carpwood]

all yall talk about wanting to breed him i just wanna hold his hand and bring him flowers

[tategaminu]

You think Terry has told the dragang he was the one who killed Ibis?

Terry: It wasn't Claudia who killed Ibis‚ it was me...

Callum: What!?

Terry: He was going to kill Claudia! I had no choice

Callum: Oh then it's okay. I would also murder someone over my girl

Rayla: CALLUM!!

[butchrindou]

i look at these drawings and i feel like slamming my head against the wall bc rindou looks soHAPPY🙁😭😭😭😭 immmsickk immgonna dieeeeeee i don’t even like the last one but stilll wtfggg that’s my cigarette btw thanks yes yes yesyes

[silusvesuius]

nnnnnnnnnnnnno maa'am

[awaywithself]

after a real argument, a true misunderstanding that lacked the theatrical yelling and the kicking and slashing that often characterized their play fights, zoro and sanji leave to simmer in solitude. it’s easy to forget their anger, easier to forgive each other- harder to forgive themselves.

they’re both self-sacrificing and so self-critical, they’re disappointed and angry at themselves for the things they said, the way they behaved, the love they felt but failed to show. zoro makes his own food, feeling bad about desecrating sanji’s space but knowing he’d feel worse to assume that he still deserved sanji’s cooking- his thoughtfulness and his time. sanji sleeps on a couch, in a corner far away from their bedroom where there was no comforter, no warmth, no zoro, no love. the chill takes him to a place in his life confined by stone walls, and the punishment soothes him.

but they notice. and it hurts.

sanji puts away the sorry, microwaveable meal zoro had prepared for himself and cooks something kind and hearty, making sure to include all of zoro’s favorites. he packs it into tupperware so the love doesn’t leak out too much, staying nice and warm until whenever zoro feels hungry. he leaves a note and places it on the counter, removing himself from the scene. ‘eat properly, my marimo.’ when zoro eventually stumbles upon it, he sits at the counter, brows furrowed and chest aching as he takes his time to savor each bite, hoping that he’ll take long enough that he’ll be there when sanji next visits the kitchen.

at night zoro finds sanji on the ratty couch, trembling slightly from the cold but nonetheless sleeping. he shifts him, not-so-subtly prodding him around to make room for himself. sanji is roused from slumber, feeling how the cushions dip under zoro’s weight as he settles next to him, how his muscled arms wrap tightly around him and tuck him close. zoro buries his face in his neck and his broad figure shields him from the chill, protecting him from the emptiness of the room- his makeshift prison. ‘let’s move to the bed, dartbrow,’ he mumbles, and sanji fights tears as he nods, hand shifting to clasp around zoro’s and squeezing.

[valyrfia]

carmen and rebecca on a little getaway together in the highlands while their boyfriends are off the other side of the world. i need someone to understand what im putting down rn.