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better to have a fitted sheet than shitted feet

there comes a point in being a fan of a video game where you can identify every piece of official art, as well as recognize what isnt offical and is fan made looking to imitate the official art style. this makes other people around you think you are insane, but dont worry. i know youre normal. thats a normal thing to do

Doctors should snark at each other more, be a bit mean. Not for no reason, mind you. But if five doctors blow me off about symptoms and doctor number six FINALLY runs actual tests and gets a diagnosis, I think it should be Doctor Six's right to call up the other five and tell them they're lazy pieces of shit. That should be socially encouraged. Those first five doctors clearly can't listen to patients, but maybe another doctor might finally get to them.

there is an air of faggotness in the mutual circle

THEY MAKE ME SICK I LOVE THEM SO BAD THEY MAKE ME WANNA CRAWL OUT OF MY SKIN

"How is zukka even a ship thats literally so random.. why do the new fans literally ship everything with legs where even is the-"

Strange given your title.

I dunno how I haven't seen anyone make this observation yet but Falin is very clearly a stoner chick

Marcille is debateably a preppy girl, but Falin is one billion percent carrying the most resin filled bowl you've ever seen

This mage is high as balls

reblog if you’ve read fanfictions that are more professional, better written than some actual novels. I’m trying to see something

I want to see more Luffy as an almost cryptid-like figure, leaning into the fact that he's actually kind of scary and unnerving. The strange boy in an unassuming straw hat whose smile is too wide and full of teeth, always spreading across his face when he should be running in fear. Wild black hair and dark eyes that stare straight into your soul. A laugh that's born of pure delight but sounds like the dangerous cackling of a madman, making you question What He Is. A creature who can take any shape and size, who appears in places he should never be, and when faced with death simply tells it no. Threats make him grin and drawing his blood seems only to make him stronger. Always, always hungry, and loyal to those who feed his gaping maw. A harbinger of chaos everywhere he roams, as though he were its patron saint. Luffy is actually terrifying and I need that to be acknowledged.

It's so unfair that actors can look at a character and be like "theyre literally me" and then it is like actually them like fuck you

Yall ever shit with a binder on and it like makes your ribs hurt??? I hate that

Sex is bad ass if you like hanging around someone enough you can get them to put a bunch of ooze in you. Or other such things

worst part about getting angry is how much it makes you want to be mean

i think that more people should talk about ushiyama and his beautoful trans cannibal girlfriend ienaga if i had to be honest

her and grell black butler would actually be great friends. see my vision boy

so you'll condone cannibalism?

sure why not

fake idgafer, i saw you yearning

jesus no

No way

YALL EVER GET SO INTO A BOOK AND START FREAKING OUT WHEN THINGS GET SERIOUS??? BECAUSE IM FREAKING THE FUCK OUT MAN

Consuming a copius amount of one piece content before bed gives me crazy ass dreams who would've thought

THOUGHT GAINED: INFERNAL ENGINES

PROBLEM

The world is ending. You know it, your neighbor knows it, the dealer knows it, the jailer knows it, the king and all his men know it. All one has to do is look around to see it— the future is curdling into something pale and incorporeal. The infernal machine that is this stupid world is going to blow, sooner rather than later. So what are you doing? Why are you still here? Why is anyone still here?

SOLUTION

You are doing the only thing worth doing. You are living. *Why,* you ask? Try and remember now. Remember your mother’s hand on your shoulder. Remember the taste of a fresh catch. Remember the times when you were kind to the dogs in the valley and they did not bare their teeth. Remember the weight of a child on your shoulders. Remember the stars throwing their light against the wall of sodium and smog. Remember singing until your throat was raw. Remember crying just as loudly and publicly, and the gentleness with which someone opened your curled fist and pressed a handkerchief into your palm. Crying, laughing, running, eating, screaming, haunting, loving, fighting, fighting, fighting. The fight fuels you, and you fuel the fight. You run yourself ragged just for a chance to keep running. You never stop. You cannot stop. The world depends on it. *You* are the infernal engine. You are the world. And, simply put: you want to live.

POV: Senshi and Asirpa feed you a delicious and nutritious meal featuring flavors your colonizer tongue fears

if i ever interacted with you and it was awkward just know im sorry and painfully aware that sometimes i come off like a person who is having the first conversation of their life

Fellas, I fear that it is indeed gay