#one piece time stamp

[ro-written]

[11:43 pm]

you stood at the bar waiting for the bartender to get around to you so you could place your order. you weren’t in any rush, your crew having decided to stay on this island for a few days to restock and rest a bit.

the “rest” being at a nice, dimly lit bar nami found.

so you dressed up a little – it was a rare moment that you could between the fighting and getting dirty on long adventures between islands. and you were very proud of how you looked. it made sanji want to take you out of the bar and somewhere more private, preferably back to the ship.

and it seemed like this random stranger coming up to you wanted to as well, leaning his side into the bartop and getting close to you. you kept your elbows right where you were, knowing you could deal with it if need be.

“all by yourself?” his words slurred together, and he was reeking of alcohol. you barely turned your head to look at him, really quickly glancing over his form before turning your eyes back to looking at the bartender, trying to catch his attention when he had finally finished serving a drink to a different customer.

sanji leaves you alone for five minutes...

“nope.”

“it looks like you are to me,” his hand lands on yours and your eye twitches, irritated at how forward (and sloppy) he was being. you finally turn your head to look at him, lip curling up.

“not interested.” you pull your hand away and turn back, finally grabbing the bartender’s attention, to which he held up one finger showing he’d be over in a second. you hope that the man would give up and leave you alone. except he grabs at your shoulder, tugging on it with such little force from how shitfaced he was.

“come on sweetheart, just one cha–”

“trust me, man,” a familiar voice makes a small smile appear on your face, and you look down as the hand on your shoulder slips off. a strong arm wraps around your waist, slightly turning you to face the stranger. the recognizable smell of his brand of cigarettes and cologne make your shoulders relax. “you wouldn’t know what to do with all this.”

you looked at sanji’s shit eating grin and slightly rolled your eyes. he barely knew what to do with all this.

“who even are you?” the stranger asked, eyes squinting at your boyfriend like he was trying to size him up, even though sanji easily had half a foot on him.

“i’m the boyfriend. and also the man saving you from embarrassing yourself any further.” sanji flicks his hand not wrapped around you to gesture the (now grumbling) man away. and as the stranger leaves, your boyfriend looks at you with a bright smile.

“oh hush, i could have handled it.” you turn your body back to the bar as the bartender was finally making his way to you.

“i leave you alone for all of two seconds, love,” sanji chuckles. you huff and give the bartender your order.

“well maybe you shouldn’t leave me alone anymore.” his hand comes to brush some hair out of your face, and he leans in.

“or maybe, i should take you back to the ship and make sure to keep you company all night.” sanji says it directly into your ear, making sure you hear exactly what he’s saying. your eyebrow quirked up as he pulls back.

“i just ordered my drink, though.”

“i’ll make you a better one. come on.” he tugs at your hand, and you (playfully) exasperatedly go with him.

you could never really say no to your sanji.

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[trainwreckgenerator]

the earth wont keep me long

[bitternace]

Any number? 23 and saïx :)

couldn't count all the ways that i've died for you

[ID: a digital drawing of saix from kingdom hearts. He is shown from the hip up, his body in 3/4's and his face in profile. He is shadowed in warm tones. He has a neutral expression, and he's standing straight.

The background is transparent except for a circle that lays from the middle of his shoulders and upwards, with three sections that have a slightly bigger circumference where one to three, seven to eight, and eight to nine would be on a clock. All scenes are blue tones with a noise overlay. these three are all from saix's perspective.

In the first, there is a cloaked figure shown from the waist down, the tip end of young xehanort's keyblade leans forward and some of it goes out of bound, tiled floor as a background. The second one is saix's hand reaching for kingdom hearts. The third is his hand reaching towards Lea, who lies on the floor of radiant garden's lab.

The rest of the circumference is a labyrinth wall in keyblade's graveyard, with a harsh diagonal line of light on the upper half. Most of the circumference is lined black, except from nine to one o'clock, lined white. /End ID.]

[every-sanji]

[iknowwhereyousleepatnight]

after hours of knitting i have decided that actually i hate this yarn and i need to find a new one

[thelemonsnek]

[id: a photo of a shiny joltik painted using stamps on black fabric. It is very simplistic, consisting of a solid yellow body broken up only by a single black outline around the head, and purple eyes and feet. End id]

Stamp making :)) plotting :)) thought it'd be fun to use a shiny joltik for testing

Bonus tests below the cut!

[id: two photos of joltiks painted using stamps, both on napkins. The first joltik is plain yellow outlined in black by hand. The second photo is of a joltik done purely with stamps, and is identical to the joltik in the photo above the cut. End id]

[extantformoflife]

two messages sent to my friends about Thriller Bark, a day apart

[shiniestcrow]

Watched the One Piece Live Action adaptation despite tumblr's atrocious marketing campaign (I saw Mihawk gifs I couldn't help myself) and I really liked it

I honestly kinda prefer this pacing over the manga and anime? And the straw hats are adorable. I like this Sanji so much more than the original version

...hate to say it but I even liked Buggy in this version lmao

Mihawk remains my fave but no one is surprised by that lol

[unmaskingdisability]

A rock was thrown through the window of our local trans resources office.

My trans and Disability Group was attacked by a dozen troll accounts last week talking about how trans people are into beastiality and child porn.

Troubleshooting, a coworker told me "if these are the worst things that happen this year we'll be getting off lucky"

I know he's right. And the fact that that's true terrifies me.

[drawhat]

"Nami is Sick? Beyond the Snow that Falls on the Ocean!", Drum Island Ep. 1 (Pace), 02:34

[turtlemagnum]

when i was younger and hung out around my uncle a lot more than i do now, i remember whenever he referred to things regarding his native heritage, he always just called it "indian". called himself an indian, called the words he taught us indian, so on. since i was a little kid who didn't know any better, i didn't know that "indian" in the context of indigenous americans was a very broad, frankly bastardized term to paint a vast variety of cultures spanning two whole damn continents with one brush. it only occurred to me as i got much older than i was at the time that there'd be more than one "indian" language, and up until now since i had no idea what tribe(s) he even is i couldn't even begin to know where to look unless i found a download of every goddamn interlingual dictionary available and painstakingly checked every godddamn one for what their word for "thunder" is

the word he taught us meant thunder was hiloha. i didn't even know how to spell it until now, because he only ever said it aloud. literally just a few minutes ago, i decided to ask my grandma (his sister) if we knew what tribe(s) he belonged to. and apparently he's a mix of choctaw and makah. which gave me a lead, which led to me finding a dictionary on libgen, which led to me word searching "thunder" in the choctaw to english dictionary. it's the only word i remember him teaching us, and i'm unsure if he ever tried teaching us others. but it was his dogs name, and he was a damn good boy, so i remembered it clear as day. though, they normally shortened it to "hilo".

so, i guess what came out of this is that i now know a bit more about my uncle's heritage, and where to look for more research. so, if you're gonna have a takeaway from this, i'd appreciate it if you remembered the word "hiloha". it means thunder. and aside from being the name of a very good boy who deserves to be remembered, i think it's even more important to remember the histories, cultures, and of course the languages of all the indigenous folks who came before us and did their damndest to preserve their cultures in spite of it all.

[boygirlctommy]

oh my god i had a dream that i was constructing this huge convoluted theory that hooty was philip wittebane and it was supported by canon

[crookedvultures]

you ever see someone who served so much cunt that it completely changes the trajectory of your most prized oc

bonus: the best face card in VH1 history and possibly all of reality tv

[keylimejuice]

i am so genuinely excited for october, you have no idea

[ash-muses]

❤️ — astrid-ingrisdottir

(OOC) Bold of you to send this in November, I love it xD Hopefully this works! There's more explanation in the tags to clarify and give credit where it's due. The image at the very end was a quick edit I did for this, too. ♡ Send ❤️ to receive a Valentine from my muse ♡ Starter for @astrid-ingridsdottir

Although Valentine's Day was typically a Midgardian celebration, Thor had proposed the idea to Asgard and its people, much to Loki's dismay. His brother had droned on about the various muses through which they expressed themselves: artwork, poetry, songs, ballads, and baking, for starters. However, the comment was followed by Thor's lighthearted banter about who Loki might be interested in, which earned a scowl from the God of Mischief. Despite his brother's teasing, he had someone in mind...

Upon Asgard, Loki sat off in the corner of the library with a semi-bowed posture, head in his hand and brows furrowed in concentration. He read over the parchment in his hand, composed of several scratched-off lines, and groaned almost inaudibly.

Roses are red, violets are b

Stars upon which you dance

I love thee with a love I seemed to lose

"This is asinine," the trickster hissed under his breath with a tinge of exasperation. Chest heavy with a mix of nerves, determination, and vexation, he lifted his quill and tried again. After a few minutes, he had finally penned up something he was content with. He read it aloud quietly, testing the words upon his lips as though it were a fine Asgardian wine — it needed to be light yet carry a depth, sweet yet not overtly.

She walks in beauty, like the night Of cloudless climes and starry skies; And all that's best of dark and bright Meet in her aspect and her eyes; Thus mellowed to that tender light Which heaven to gaudy day denies.

When he was certain it sounded right, Loki sealed it up in an envelope with a wax stamp upon the back. As the days passed by and it approached Valentine's Day, the God grew a bit nervous. It was rare for him to display such vulnerability, and so willingly — particularly for a celebration that revolved around affection, something that he discreetly struggled to show. During the festivities, Loki had waited for the opportune moment, then stole Astrid away from the others, finding a secluded little corner down one of the nearby corridors.

"I've been waiting to give you something," he explained lowly, careful to keep his tone steady. The trickster's gaze seemed to soften as he studied her for a long moment. Then, hesitantly, he produced the envelope he had so neatly left his signature upon and a couple of pristine, violet carnations. "For you, Astrid..."

[autistickfigure]