#marco right

[carlandrea]

sure hope nothing bad happens to these kids

[sojutrait]

the boys have landed to their new home in dsv 😁 which sucks for luca bc he was getting used to being an only child

[maximumdante]

For those who don't know, Italy is currently runned by a far right government, which is attacking and restricting LGBTQI+ community.

We have always sent very open minded artists since 2011 (some of them to be rumored to be part of this community as well) but none of them (aside Måneskin members, who come from the youngest and most inclusive generation) did what Marco did last night.

Marco always supported this but was never this exposed. This makes you realise how Italians are NOT the government and how now more than ever we need to support LOVE, no matter what.

Grazie, Marco.

[whispers-of-lilith]

In the Hole

You: You know Marco, I've never heard a decent pickup line.

Marco: I—

*Crashes in the distance. People shouting. Things obviously falling & breaking. Ace stumbles into the galley. Trips over a chair. Slams his hand down on the table, panting like a madman.*

Ace: I'm a pretty good shot, I can show you an ace in your hole if you want.

Marco: Which one of us were you talking to, yoi?

Ace: ...yes

[cherrywhite]

Okay some of these I had written down before chapter 43 but I finally found the time to sit down and make a bingo sheet for the last few episodes. Ranging from Legitimate Predictions to Things I Want to Happen to You Know What? Sure 🤠

Template if anyone wants to make one of their own:

[majubengel]

Law and Chopper as Brazilian doctors!

reference

[spacer-case]

marco style experiments

which one is yalls favourite? 🤔

[tomberensonsghost]

*ding dong*

Marco: That's the pizza guy, can you get it? And don't forget to tip him!

Ax: Good evening, sir. I'm very sorry, but Marco told me to do this.

Ax: *pushes pizza guy over*

[thisisallthehattersfault]

Someone makes a choked, shocked sound. Someone else yelps. It occurs to Ace, somewhere between the howling in his ears and the ache in his lungs and the taste of salt and iron flooding his mouth, that this is probably pretty surprising for his brothers to witness. Maybe even downright upsetting.

The thing is, Ace was wading into the jungles on his own as early as four years old. Dadan taught him how to do basic shit like talk and wipe his ass, but he honestly didn't have a ton of human interaction before meeting Sabo. And the thing about Sabo was that he had more than enough human interaction for the both of them. Ace learned some manners from Makino, but while Sabo was still around, there wasn't really any reason to get... good, at people.

But then Sabo died, and Ace needed to teach himself not only to talk his way out of trouble but also how to be the nice brother, how to treat Luffy with the softness he needed and deserved, how to gentle his hands and his voice and his words. So Ace did that, because he needed to, and it turned out to actually be pretty useful for dealing with people when he wasn't actively looking for a fight. So he stuck with it.

Which is all to say that by the time he'd joined up with Whitebeard, Ace was as close to tame as he had ever been. Almost downright domesticated.

Ace snaps his head to the side, putting some real momentum into it, heaving with all his weight until something tears. When he drops to his feet he springs right back up again, lunging. He spits out his mouthful as he goes, lets his jaw drop open.

The thing is, Ace is a child of the wilderness. He raised himself among that wilderness, and then he raised Luffy among that wilderness. He's a son of the jungle at heart, no matter how good he's gotten at pretending to be a person.

The sea-stone cuffs are chaffing his wrists. He feels tired and heavy, but he doesn't need his fire to be dangerous. Doesn't even need his hands.

Teeth find an artery. Body-hot blood sprays his face as Ace bites down, lock-jawed and snarling. Rears back and rips.

Another marine goes down. Ace spits out a chunk of the man's throat and is already rounding on a third. Notices, with a vague annoyance, that he's gonna need to find a toothpick -- there's a scrap of tendon or something caught in his teeth.

Mmm. Boar. They had pork for dinner, ah, the other night? Three days ago? Something like that, but it doesn't taste the same as wild boar does. And anyway, meat on the Moby is always overcooked. Ace is allowed to eat blue steak, but everybody always yells at him when he tries to steal bites of poultry or Sea King or whatever else while it's still tender and bleeding. This fight is giving Ace a real craving!

Duck. Lunge. Bite down, hard, thunder of a rabbit-quick pulse against his tongue, bulge of tender flesh against his soft palate. Iron and salt in his mouth.

Fear has a flavor. It is bitter and acrid, reminiscent of char, and Ace hadn't liked it much when he was young and still learning how to hunt. It stiffens up the meat, too, makes it kinda chewy. Somewhere along the line, he'd acquired a taste for it, though. He still marks it as a point of pride, his ability to hunt and kill prey without it ever knowing he was there, roasting something that is tender-sweet and gives easily under his teeth -- but the taste of fear isn't so bad either. Sometimes he even prefers it, gets a craving for it. Like wild boar, he hasn't had it in a while. Maybe he'll chase down his own dinner tonight.

Ace rears back. Muscle fibers split, skin stretches until it snaps. A heave, and a body crumples to the ground, gurgling. He gnaws kind of idly on his mouthful while he catches his breath, snorting blood out of his nose and straining his ears. Sounds like the fight's over, then.

Another lump of trachea gets spat into the dirt. Ace turns to face his brothers, counting heads -- good, it looks like nobody got hurt too bad, everybody is still standing! He grins. Ah, they're all pretty pale though, that's a little bit concerning, he hopes nobody's in shock. He learned from Marco that that can happen to anybody, even if they've been in a whole lot of fights.

"Hey!" Ace chirps. "Is everybody okay?" His wrists are killing him. Also, he really needs a shower. He's got blood in his ears, how the hell did that happen? But first he jogs over to where the others are all standing, clumped together, still just. Kinda staring at him.

Okay. Concerning. "You guys alright?" He asks again, lower. "Is anybody hurt? What happened?"

"Ace, man," Deuce says. His voice sounds kind of shaky. He drags a hand through his hair, fucking it up even worse than it already is. "What the fuck was that?"

[muxas-world]

Motogp gay heritage

[mysharona1987]

Marco Rubio condemning the violent deaths of children while calling for the violent deaths of even more children.

[jicklet]

Mass Effect 3: Best “replacement” character ↳ Padok Wiks

We all fracture in different ways. Mordin's conscience haunted him. Maelon crossed the line into barbaric experiments. And myself... I went searching for whatever gods created the rules for this unfortunate universe.

[lostcauses-noregrets]

Look at them all!!!

[New Shingeki Worldwide AfterParty visual]

[leonsliga]

That UCL final feeling 💫

[saruzzo]

[caliblorn]

HI your vannimarco art fills my soul with joy <3 pls never stop

AAARGH happy to hear that ❤️❤️❤️ Thinking about them does the same to me 🥺❤️ there, dropped all my prior wips just to make this for u