#op chatter tag

[bi-mirandalawson]

i think a lot about shanks yearning. but i do not think enough about mihawk yearning.

[bonni]

this is such a quintessential tumblr experience but I really don't need someone who doesn't even follow me reblogging a post from me for the express purpose of informing me that a random piece of fanart I liked when I was 14 years old was made by a pro-shipper/pedo apologist. like you can tell from how I phrased my tags that I do not follow that artist actively considering I don't remember anything about them so what have you accomplished here exactly aside from being weirdly invasive about something I enjoyed as a child. "I hate to be the bearer of bad news" actually I don't think that you do. I think you thrive on it

[emdotcom]

heard they’re making it easier tomorrow. not sure if it’s true, but don’t you wanna find out?

[nightmarefemme]

a few days ago @notcatherinemorland tagged me in a post about "the first 10 songs of your on repeat playlist" and uh. i don't have one of those.

so instead i went through various albums i semi-regularly listen to thinking of what i could put together for this and started noticing a trend.

so here's my new, slightly still in progress (the midsection's order vexes me), 10 song playlist that's weird about fire in a semi-religious way

1. Poem of Fire by Oceans of Slumber

2. Moths by Darkher

3. Aidus by Eluveitie

4. Universal Flame by Devin Townsend Project

5. Cold Lights by The Birthday Massacre

6. Carry the Flame by Unleash The Archers

7. Set Me On Fire by Birdmask

8. Arsonist's Lullaby by Hozier

9. Take Me Back To Eden by Sleep Token

10. Pray for Fire by Oceans of Slumber

i understand that the spirit of this is to tag others but this also already took long enough without deciding who to give flashbacks of old tumblr

[beresaad]

tagged by @vasirah !!!

The rules are: Shuffle your On Repeat playlist and share 10 tracks, then tag 10 people so off we go!

1: TONIGHT, TONIGHT, TONIGHT — BEAT CRUSADERS

2: Down By The River — BG3 Soundtrack

3: If I Can't Love Her — Terrence Mann; Beauty and The Beast Broadway Musical

4: Re:member — FLOW

5: 青春狂騒曲 — Sambomaster

6: Weeping Dawn — BG3 Soundtrack

7: Dial Drunk — Noah Kahan

8: Raphael's Final Act — BG3 Soundtrack

9: 悲しみをやさしさに — Little by Little

10: Brand New City — Mitski

i know the rules but im just going to tag @galvus @aroserinosman @draconicocelot @rnangopantsu and whoever else would like to partake!! 🎵

[teaandinanity]

Sometimes something comes up with one of my blocked tags and I'm like,

Do I think this is REALLY [thing I hate] or do I think the artist TAGGED [thing I hate] because it could conceivably apply and they wanted to get the broadest possible audience. Am I brave enough to find out.

[stitchposts]

It occurred to me that not everyone is familiar with this manner of creechur

And finally, the actual panel I recreated:

I'm so fascinated by how Kamome Shirahama renders brushbuddies with such dense plush fur that I wanted to have a go at it, because you can tell in every single panel exactly how their bodies and fur patterning works, with relatively minimal brushstrokes and lineart on them. Extremely effective art. Highly evocative little guys. Go read Witch Hat Atelier to see more little guys and also experience shrimp emotions over the story itself.

Brushbuddy embroidery, stitched with 1 strand of white floss on white canvas

[bi-mirandalawson]

my favorite frobin thing is how much art is either

1. franky holding robin up on hand or arm

or 2. robin sitting or somehow draped over his shoulder like she lives there

[emdotcom]

Hey, treat content creators online like they are wild animals -- you need to keep a respectful distance from them. They are not your pets or your friends, & you do not & never will Fully know them, nor what they can do.

[businesstiramisu]

#this is why it's useful to distinguish between systems of cladistics and taxonomy#because they are categorizing the same things using different criteria which makes them useful different fields of research!!!#CLADISTICS sorts based on shared ancestry TAXONOMY sorts based on shared characteristics. so the definition of WHAT IS A FISH#changes based on WHAT SORTING SYSTEM YOU USE (via pillars-of-salt)

....oh should I not be tagging all of these #taxonomy?

*checks wikipedia for a 10 minutes* nah I think i'll stick with that tag

Thanks for pointing out the difference though @pillars-of-salt! Also you got Viva la vida by Coldplay stuck in my head again, lol

as funny as it is to say, "theres's no such thing as a fish" is not actually true

"science doesn't know what a fish is" is really not true

"fish" is not a monophyletic category. there is no common ancestor of everything that we call a "fish," and none of the things that we don't

"fish" is a paraphyletic category -- and a useful one! marine biologists use it! "fish" describes a general body plan and lifestyle. it is useful to be able to talk about coelacanths and tuna in a shared category, though coelacanths are more closely related to us than to tuna.

where this bugs me is the repetition of the idea that "scientists" are hidebound and uncreative, unable to comprehend anything that doesn't conform to a specific idea of categorization -- when this is fundamentally untrue! we know perfectly well what a "fish" is. the fact that it's a paraphyletic group is only confounding to pop science, as a funny factoid, not to anyone who actually understands what a paraphyletic group is.

[amsterdamlouie]

as much as i think my url fits a blue theme.. i love my new purple aesthetic. it goes with the palette i have set on the site. purple 🥰

[distracted-obsessions]

Can't You Hear Me Scream? Part 1

Warnings: Shock collars, calling Whumpee 'Puppy', mild disassociation (I think), mild sleep deprivation, TV show hosts.

Please tell me if I need to tag anything else.

Part 2 | Masterlist

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Knock, knock.

Mal groaned at the knock at the door, far too tired to actually get out of the pile of soft blankets and plush pillows that made up his little nest on the floor. From the long day of press releases and photo ops with 'the city's greatest heroes' to a long, overcast night fighting supervillains and getting his ass kicked while he hoped for a glimpse at the moon, he had barely been awake when he crawled into the nest last night. That hadn't stopped the nightmares but then again, nothing would.

"Mal?" A far too chipper voice said through the door. Liam. "Mal, you're going to miss breakfast! Wake up!" a couple more knocks at the door.

Mal rolled over and covered his head with a pillow. He just wanted to sleep. Preferably without dreams.

There was an uncomfortable buzz from the shock collar around Mal's neck, a warning of pain that shocked him awake in a moment, making him sit up in the nest. "I'm awake!" Mal shouted, hoping to avoid a real shock. "I'll be out in a minute!"

"You better be! You know how the captain gets when our puppy doesn't eat!" Liam laughed, not unkindly, but Mal flinched at the nickname anyway. He really should have been used to it by now. After 5 years at Camp Rainer and 3 different teams after that, he should have been used to being called 'puppy'. But it made his inner wolf growl with irritation every time, self-preservation be damned.

"I'll hurry," Mal said, reaching to pull on some clothes. He didn't dally but he still expected it when a second warning buzz came 5 minutes later, this one probably from the captain. He trudged out of his room and headed to the dining room, ignoring the happy chatter as he sat at the table and laid his head on the cool wood, closing his eyes.

"You tired, Mal?" Maya asked with a gentle smile.

Mal smiled back out of habit and nodded. "Just stayed up too late last night. I'll be fine."

"Good," the captain, Simon, said, putting a plate of food down for Mal and petting him in between his wolf ears. "We have an interview with Callie so you need to eat up and be well-rested so that you don't try to bite people's heads off."

Mal fixed his hair and dutifully ate the food set in front of him. He hated interviews and Callie specifically. The fake smiles and cutting remarks made him want to bang his head against the wall. She wasn't any worse than any other TV show host but she seemed just as equally upset that the team treated Mal like a dog as she was likely to treat him like one herself. The hypocrisy itself was enough to make Mal's head hurt.

Mal ate quietly while the team ran over test questions and rehearsed answers. Mal didn't need to participate. He didn't technically have to be there at all. He was just there to show how good the rehabilitation centers like Camp Rainier were at taming wild beasts like Mal and he was already an expert at that. He hadn't even realized that he had zoned out until-

"And before we forget, we should probably change Mal into his public appearances collar."

Mal glanced at Kate, carefully keeping his face neutral as twin waves of anger and anxiety ran down his spine. His 'public appearances' collar was about four times more sensitive than his normal collar and the shocks ramped up in intensity much quicker. Even on his most careful and obedient behavior, he still got shocked at least once every time he wore it. If he didn't know this team better and didn't know the policy he might have assumed that they were just cruel for the sake of cruelty. Sadly, he did know better and no amount of begging would change policy. He had tried.

"Thank you, Kate," Simon said, pushing Mal's plate closer to him in an effort to make him eat more. He knew from experience that just being in that collar made Mal lose his appetite. Mal took a moment to indulge in some healthy annoyance at that before shoving everything back into their respective boxes in his head and forcing down a few more bites. "Liam, since you're done eating, can you go grab that?"

"Right away, Captain!" Liam left whatever he was tinkering with today on the table and left the room. Mal managed about four more bites before Liam came back. His fingers tightened around the fork, the thought of stabbing Liam with it and bolting entering his head and immediately being directed towards the appropriate box as he slowly put the fork down and pushed away his plate.

Simon stood and walked around behind Mal, turning off and unbuckling his current collar and putting the new one on. It was sleek and black, the 'corrective measure' more hidden but easily seen when pointed out. Mal's shoulders tensed when Simon switched it on, the tell-tale beep almost making Mal flinch. Simon rested one hand on Mal's shoulder and pet him with the other until Mal could force himself to relax back into his calm mask.

"Good boy," Simon said in that same deadpan he said everything in. Mal knew it was just the conditioning that made him preen at the praise but that didn't make him stop. Just sent an undercurrent of frustration through his head. Simon gave him one last pat and sat back down, leaving Mal to figure out how to breathe around the collar.

They finished breakfast quickly and piled into the armored car to head to the studio. When they got there, everyone got into their makeup and headed to their spots, having small chats with Callie and the staff. Mal mostly just sat quietly in his chair and started weaving in his head to calm himself down.

In. Out. Over. Through. Add another color. First color in. Second color out. Second color over. First color through.

The music that signaled the start of the show played and Mal made sure he hadn't forgotten to put on a smile before going back to his weaving. Add another color. Second color in. Third color out. Carry first color. Third color over. Second color through. Carry first color.

"So Mal, how has working with the city's greatest heroes been treating you?" Callie asked in her blindingly bright voice.

Mal looked at her and then glanced around at the team. The captain's serine smile and eyes that stared right through Callie, Liam's bouncing leg and hands signing the conversation to the crowd, Kate's calm, neutral expression and subtle 'get on with it' gesture, Maya's expectant look and encouraging smile. He heard his own screams playing from one of the boxes in his head as he turned back to Callie with his own calm smile.

"Better than anything else in the world."

[bi-mirandalawson]

mishanks makes me craaazzy

[elslittlestories]

I like it when people take time to think about stuff like that twice.

Hunter and Crosshair both have very conflicted feelings and that's not something you can show easily on TV because in real life people don't just say they have conflicted feelings!! Instead they say things they partially mean or focus on just one feeling at the time.

To me, the fact that Hunter was so quick to forgive is a way of hinting at his guilt and the depth of his love for his brothers ❤️

I have thought a lot about Hunter's initial reservations with Crosshair's return in season 3, his distrust of Crosshair that is so obvious even as he tries to hide it, that eventually erupts into the confrontation on Barton IV.

Hunter: Start talking, Crosshair. What did you do to finally get on the Empire's bad side? Betray them, like you did with us?

When I first watched the episode, I was a bit taken aback by Hunter's argument there. Crosshair obviously has no love for the Empire anymore, he was imprisoned and tortured for months and then he helped Omega escape. Why does Hunter put Crosshair's betraying the Empire on the same level as him betraying the squad? Isn't Crosshair's defection a good thing, regardless of the reason why?

But the more I've considered the situation from Hunter's perspective, the more his reaction makes sense. Last he saw of Crosshair, his brother had held Hunter hostage to lure the others into a trap, then tried to get them to join him and the Empire, got angry when they wouldn't join, helped them against the droids, tried to shoot Hunter, insisted all his choices up to that point were his own and not a result of the chip, argued the entire time they were trying to escape an orbital bombardment, (surprisingly) rescued Omega, and then still was angry and sullen and refused to go with his family. Even with his "severe and unyielding" nature, Crosshair was behaving rather erratically and unpredictably when it came to his old squad.

And if Crosshair was so willing to leave the squad in the name of purpose and loyalty to the Empire, only to then turn on the Empire he was professedly loyal to, what guarantee did the squad have that Crosshair wouldn't turn on them again?

Is it any wonder, then, that Hunter was so suspicious of Crosshair when the prodigal brother returned?

(Also, I have to give major props to Hunter for coming to terms with Crosshair even after this exchange:

Hunter: Tell me what changed. What happened, Crosshair?

Crosshair: I killed an Imperial officer. So yes, I did betray them, after they betrayed me. (doesn't elaborate further, instead proceeds to berate Hunter)

Just saying, if I had been Hunter - you know, the sergeant - I probably would have been a bit more concerned over the fact that Crosshair just up and killed an Imperial officer and won't explain why. But Hunter ultimately just lets it go without demanding further explanation. There's a good, trusting brother for you!)

[dutifullynuttywitch]

Dance féerique

(A magical bayou waltz)

Pairing: Cal Lowell x Aurélie Bajolière (f!mc)

Choices Nightbound

Rating: general (fluff)

Wordcount: 700 words

Image credit: madsmikkelsen7161 on pinterest

Tags: @choicescommunityevents for the faeries event 🧚‍♀️ @choicesficwriterscreations

It’s an unusually cool evening in the bayou. Aurélie sits on the small wooden dock behind the cozy home she now shared with Cal and his brother Donny. She looks up at the starry sky, her toes trailing lazily in the balmy water.

They had opened all the windows to let the refreshing breeze flit gently through the house. Which meant she could enjoy her own personal concert.

Cal was seated at the piano, playing her favorite song, Chopin’s Nocturne No. 9 E major.

The soft notes float up to her, carried by the cool breeze, evoking feelings of immense tenderness for this man who had become her rock, her everything during the recent trials. Fighting terrible enemies. Realizing she was half-fae. Losing her father so soon after finally meeting him. Dying.

Sometimes she’d wake up still wondering if the past weeks had been nothing but a fever dream.

Though tonight, resting under the immensity of the cosmos reflected in the calm waters in front of her, the beautiful melody flitting in soft waves, it felt more like a moonlit reverie.

As she gazes out into the confines of the bayou, Aurélie notices white specks of light twirling over the mirror-like water, seemingly dancing in sync with the melody.

Curious, she squints her eyes, trying to make out the dazzling forms. They slowly near the dock, floating on the wind.

As they get closer, Aurélie’s breath catches.

Tiny wood fairies!

Their shimmering, iridescent wings flutter daintily as they twirl and dance. Soon, the ethereal creatures encircle her, their giggles like soft chimes as they joyfully twirl, raise and dip all around her.

“Well, hello, you’re quite graceful.”

Aurélie smiles at the fairies. They grin and chatter, a few fluttering in her long wavy hair, tickling her, while others pull at her blouse, inviting her up.

Laughing, she complies and starts twirling around the yard along with the fairies, in absolute awe at this magical moment.

“You’re a sight to behold, ma chérie.”

Aurélie turns towards the house to find Cal leaning against the frame, observing her with a tender expression, a sparkle in his eyes.

The fairies pick up their chatter, a delicate symphony of windchimes now replacing the night’s melody. Inviting the newcomer to join their magical waltz.

“Well, what are you waiting for, handsome?”

Aurélie beckons him over, smiling playfully. Cal doesn’t need further encouragement. He tenderly gathers his girlfriend into his powerful arms and leads her into a slow waltz.

As always, Aurélie is amazed that this beast of a man is capable of such gentleness. Always so careful around her, protective, attentive to her needs and attuned to her emotions. He had captured her heart so easily with his kind soul.

And she fell in love with him all over again every day, through his many small gestures, gentle touches, daily bouquets of fresh wildflowers, private moonlit concerts. Countless little reminders that he cherished her.

The fairies seem to approve as they increase their wild ballet, surrounding the couple with their ethereal beauty, lighting up the air brighter than the billions of flickering stars.

Cal gazes fondly into his love’s sparkling blue eyes. He bends down to capture her lips in a languid kiss.

Aurélie melts into his strong arms, feeling his intense warmth envelop her. She parts her lips, inviting him in, relishing in this magical moment.

They feel a soft breeze as the fairies excitedly spin around them, then float up high into the air. They bid their farewell in melodic chimes, softly flitting into the dark woods.

Watching the little specks of light disappear, Cal murmurs, “You have such a beautiful soul, even the wood fairies want to be close to you.”

“You’re the one who drew them here with your wonderful moonlight concert.”

“Hmm… and here I thought I was playing only for ma douce moitié.” He kisses her nose. “Shall I continue?”

“Yes please. Though I’ll come sit with you. I love watching you play.”

They turn their backs to the serene bayou and its magical inhabitants as they head towards the brightly lit house.

Their home.

[chibinasuu]

intro & masterlist

hi and welcome, i’m rin!

【 some things about my writings 】

I currently only write for One Piece

All of my works are SFW, and are in the "x reader" format

English is not my first language, so apologies in advance if there are any mistakes (please feel free to point them out for me!)

【 requests are currently open 】

I have only written for the Straw Hats so far, but I'd love to try writing other OP characters too!

I do not write NSFW

Requests can be platonic or romantic (characters like Chopper, Brook, Jinbe are platonic only)

I'm more comfortable writing in-universe fics so no modern/fantasy AUs, please! I also may not do requests I’m not comfortable with writing

Feel free to request headcanons too!

【 my works 】

☆ One-shots

《 ✿ = platonic ‪‪ ❤︎‬ = romantic ✦︎ = requested 》

Sanji

Little Mouse | Sanji x MouseZoan!Reader ❤︎ Sugar Cookies | Sanji x Reader ❤︎ Treasure | OPLA!Sanji & Mermaid!Reader ✿ ✦︎

Zoro

Date? | Zoro x Reader ❤︎

Straw Hats

Ghost Ship | Straw Hats x Reader (Halloween Special) ✿ ✦︎ My Jolly Sailor Bold | Straw Hats x Reader ✿ ✦︎

☆ Thousand Sunny Slice-of-Life Series ⤷ Find more details in the masterlist here

A collection of 10 stories, each depicting domestic, slice-of-life moments between the Reader and different members of the Straw Hat Pirates. All of the stories are one-shots and not directly related to one another.

Good Mornings | Sanji x Reader Money and Tangerines | Nami x Reader Voice Mail | Usopp x Reader Sweet Treats | Chopper & Reader Drunken Shenanigans | Zoro x Reader On the Same Page | Robin x Reader Happy Working Song | Brook & Reader Steady as She Goes | Jinbe & Reader White Noise | Franky x Reader Captain’s Seat | Luffy x Reader

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