Fuck Him - Blog Posts
Just realized I really wanna see Mihawk beat up and maybe even a little frantic imagine a sudden scene shift where we see the environment around him before we actually see him while it’s eerily silent except for the heavy panting we then see mihawk putting all of his weight onto yoru to try and sort of hobble towards something he’s alone and covered in blood and cuts and bruises and his clothes are ruined he’s trying to either run away or find something we don’t know but it’s obvious that it’s important but the scene cuts to black after he falls to the ground anyway Oda give the people what they want it’s me I’m people
It's Dazai's birthday Aosbzoxhakxizvfo
this screencap had huge meme potential, so i made template out of it
I have gone through things beyond your understanding (tiktok getting banned)
The fact that “Elon musk does two Nazi salutes” isn’t blowing up my push notifications is the best example I could possibly give of the media’s failure to do fucking anything
WHERE is ekko???
Why did the caveman show up instead of him
Where has that little RAT scampered off to
me before episode 13: Montgomery is really just a kid in a bad situation, can and should be redeemed for being friends with Bryce cause of a shitty situation
me after episode 13: fuck montgomery idk him who’s that piece of shit
i hope he has war flashbacks of me every time he hears a ethel cain song
I have every conversation of ours engrained in my mind, but I can't quite figure out where we went wrong.
Is it wrong for me to miss you when I never truly had you?
I hate that it had to be you, you in all your courteous guy glory
But if anyone could make me realise how unfit I am to love, I'm glad it was you
In a wretched way, the pain was an epiphany and it was time I stopped pretending I meant anything to you.
You say the distance was too much for you, did you mean the one between us or our hearts?
I longed to feel the warmth of love tugging at my heartstrings, but now I fear they're too taut too feel anything but strain.
When I gave you an out, I never did expect you to take it, never thought you'd want to. But I suppose I was never enough to make you stay, never enough to make you change your mind.
How do I move on?
How do i move on when all my soul yearns for is you yet it has never truly known you?
How do i rid myself of the remnants of your existence, remnants i hold close to the essence of my being yet am entirely repulsed by?
He just wants to be friends. Thats okay. Not like i loved you anything HAHA. After all we did too? Damn. I might cut too deep tonight.
Actually, I got a better idea: CdawgVA
Get it? Cause he’s ALSO a brown eyed, brunette white guy from the UK who ALSO happens to be a theatre kid???
Opinions on the Wil situation:
If I ever make works relating to the dsmp, I’m gonna replace wildurr with a modified version of 2019 schlatt (he’s British and an artist) cause at this point Tommy will need a new older brother figure (after a few months to a few years of grieving and wrapping his head around the situation ofc) cause the poor thing would need SOMEONE (OR SOME PEOPLE) to replace the Wildur shaped hole in his heart, cause HOLY SHET!!!
Anywho, I’m excited for the new weeklyslap video! :3
(I’m sorry, that was a terrible joke)
Y’all rn: Supporting Wilbur Soot + 🧠 = 🧼
Opinions on the Wil situation:
If I ever make works relating to the dsmp, I’m gonna replace wildurr with a modified version of 2019 schlatt (he’s British and an artist) cause at this point Tommy will need a new older brother figure (after a few months to a few years of grieving and wrapping his head around the situation ofc) cause the poor thing would need SOMEONE (OR SOME PEOPLE) to replace the Wildur shaped hole in his heart, cause HOLY SHET!!!
Anywho, I’m excited for the new weeklyslap video! :3
(I’m sorry, that was a terrible joke)
I know that I’ll never be enough but I can’t stop trying... Because I'll always love you. Your the one😘
Flashme69
I’m happy, called an creepy fucking asshole a fucking cunt, it was great how he heard me as he walked away and saw my very well placed bird :]
I also artworked…soooooo
Friendly reminder that if he did this in Germany he would be arrested
what do you mean elon musk did a nazi salute on live tv at the united states presidential inauguration twice and is now erasing the evidence off the internet by replacing the footage with the crowd cheering instead?
would be a shame if people reblogged this, wouldn’t it?
I, too, am Newt Isaacs because (Pt 2):
I, too, am in love with the reckless, asks-too-many-questions, stubborn, and STUPID new boy in my community. I, too, offered him a weird colourful drink that he drank and felt weird with. I sat next to him on the first nights we met as we shared talks (but really tho, 95% of the time he was the one ASKING QUESTIONS).
I also found out that he also KNEW A GIRL that eventually showed up, wait- a girl showed up..
I find it strange that they suddenly talk to eachother and care about eachother a lot.
I, too, am mentally ill (but I'm too young to get meds), and I had skin conditions that made my foot looked like zombie foot 🙄
WAIT
I'm in love with him.
I'm in love with my guy bestfriend
I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl. I am in love with a boy that's in love with another girl.
I can't say anything about it because he'll find out that I like him and I'm not his partner, but I eventually confronted him about her anyway by yelling and screaming at him.
I HATE HIM SO MUCH I HATE THIS PLACE HE LIED TO ME HE IS IN LOVE WITH HER HE IS THE CURE WHY DOES EVERYONE NEED HIM EVERYONE NEEDS HIM EVERYONE WANTS HIM I HATE HIM SO MUCH (I grew a twinge of hope when I realized I'm in live w him)
I gave my guy bsf a letter to show how much I loved cared about him and that from the moment that he did the most reckless thing I've ever seen anyone doing I KNEW I would follow him anywhere, and I have, and I wouldn't change a thing.
He says we're just friends but I watched him as he slowly held my body, his eyes slowly losing every spark of hope
I'll never make it out alive, but I sure hope that he lives a happier life than me, but also fuck you Johannes (Thomas) I hate you
yes
Community movie should have the group confronting the pirates and one of them says Abed's name the way Piss used to say it and he's just suddenly like that's not my fucking name and knocks the guy out and then there's this big action sequence where they all fight the pirates and then afterwards Troy and Abed just wordlessly run to each other and kiss. You're welcome Dan Harmon
The fact that “Elon musk does two Nazi salutes” isn’t blowing up my push notifications is the best example I could possibly give of the media’s failure to do fucking anything
A Thief's Only Enemy
(BASED ON OPLA!Nami) cross-posted on ao3 !!
Nami, the trees whisper. Its tangerine drops against the soil like a ripple in the sea. She remembers the wind passing by the orchard, the dots of tangerines in the horizon, the smell of citrus making every air she breathed worthed and sour.
Her tongue catches the taste. Her words become citrus.
Once and now, the trees would whisper her name. Nami, Nami, Nami— our daughter, look at the curiosity—She doesn’t know what that means. Quite frankly, Nami doesn’t recall a memory that whispered her name the way the tangerine trees would. She couldn’t remember what it had meant, what it had sounded like. She couldn’t remember the significance of names. Of course, the significance of names other than Mom, and Nojiko.
Nojiko, who is her sister, (who isn’t her sister), whose skin reaches more than a tree’s roots, underneath the soil, nurturing and caring. Who had held her, who squeezed her tighter, closer, protectively when Belle-Mere had found them.
Then, there was her mother, oh, sweet mother. Who had said “I just knew” undoubtedly, who had been the first one to answer her questions truthfully, who had left her knowing that she and Nojiko were loved.
(This is what life first stole: her name. It is buried until Nojiko and Belle-Mere latches themselves in her heart. They make a home there. They pump her blood and provide for her. This is what life first stole: when the home is in flames and the trees rots—when her mother fell with her skull-cracked, blood spilling between the gaps of wood, the soil carries her sacrifice. The village carries her body, they dig beside a wide tree of tangerines, they place her there. She is buried there. With a piece of Nami and Nojiko ever-beating love for each other.)
You are my daughters, I will not deny that. Nami remembers, she remembers many things. She remembers Arlong’s stupid gun, his stupid smile. She remembers Nojiko’s spiteful look when she left with Arlong. She remembers the way her sister’s blue hair reflected the emotions she felt.
(This is what Nami stole from herself: the tranquillity and war of sisterhood. She thought of the consequences because her mother had told them to be as strong as boys, and that, if they survived, good times will come. Nami knew—you see, she was a thief, then and now, thievery is mixed up with trickery—that her village would not survive Arlong’s grasp. He is a fishmen, no human in their village could deny that they were scarred with his ever-growing laughter the moment he claimed them. This is what Nami stole from herself, and what she would take back: sisterhood.)
Nojiko’s hair never went past its original length, she still looks like her sister: Nami’s sister.
Arlong’s tattoo says otherwise. She would breathe in, her hands were bruised from labour. She used to love the lines that curve to make the islands, cartography offered newness other than the mundane shackles around her once soil-covered ankles. Nesh tears pickled her citrus-covered face, her hair would be dried. She would hug her chest, carry the weight of the knowledge she possessed.
(This is what life stole from her: freedom. The ability to breathe the citrus air, or the raw wind against her skin. Of course, Nami would grow out those shackles, she knew, her mother had told her and Nojiko that their bodies were not meant to stay in this shape. She had known that she would not stay in this vessel of a tiny girl. Yet, she could not bring herself to hope. To hope that she would live one. This is what life stole from her: freedom. The freedom to make friends. The freedom to have ridiculous hope).
Nami grew. She had to. For Coco Village. For Nojiko. For her mother. She had to. She learned how to keep her hair the same shape, she learned to observe the sky while slipping berries out of a stranger’s pockets. She learned the meaning of her name from a stolen book, how reflecting her eyes could be in the ocean.
(This is what Nami stole from herself: a life surrounded with fishmen that would go after her, wherever she went. And she had all but herself to blame, the moment her foot made contact with the wooden floor, the moment she had blurted out that she wanted to join. This is what Nami stole from herself, and what she thinks she would never get back: a life she calls her own.)
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damn that gojo fic really fucked me up huh.