Just Watched A Production Of 25th Annual Putnam County Spelling Bee Where They Made Mitch Mahoney A Butch

So... I found this amazing hermitcraft au by @the-twilight-forest and the first page is a doodle of grian and iskall, and then some fanart of a one shot.

The second photo is just a head cannon that if grian gets a little out of hand they bring one of his parrots (yes he has multiple, change my mind), a jukebox, and a few music discs and grian just watches the dancing parrot.

I'm sorry for the crappy quality these are very late doodles I had to draw to show my love for this au!

Sometimes Luffy just wants to sleep hugging Zoro, and Zoro also doesn't want to leave his side even if he has things to do. So they come up with a plan. Zoro goes about his day holding Luffy in his arm and carries him with a satisfied smile.

I have to believe there’s no way Minx, George, and everyone else all weren’t 100% aware of what was going on. Maybe George was a little offended that Minx spat on him but I doubt he really cared. They all knew from the beginning that they weren’t going to actually date. George picked Minx for the clout (for both of them). If he stops being such an awkward fuck he and Minx could be very chaotic friends similar to how he and Dream are. 

But ~females~ am I right? so of course he’s like “Wot do I do?” and Dream and Sapnap are not there to be helpful because they hate women and they love ruining George’s life, whereas George merely fails to relate to women. But they all stuck to the plan regardless. Also Andrea’s entire idk “arc”? was brilliantly thought out and I have to believe Dream was behind it all. 

Something feels so artificial about all of this, and I don’t mean that as a negative. Like as long as it’s interesting, I’m sure Dream knows what he’s doing. What I’m saying is that Dream expertly manipulated the entire minecraft fandom into breaking records to watch his twink friend swallow his own vomit and go on a date with a woman. And in the process he got 2 women immense amounts of clout, simp points from the lesbians, and I’m convinced at least Andrea will show up on the SMP shortly. Dream himself is amused, but also gains points with his fans for faux flirting with George the entire time, and forever having Austin’s gratitude, which he can use to expand his brand.

It’s kind of sinister if you think about it. Dream pimping out his ambiguously gay best friend for the spectacle of it all? Does this fulfill some weird ass power play fetish he and George have? Are these intricate rituals as per usual Mr. Wastaken?? Answer the question Mr. Wasta-

SENSHI would want you to get enough sleep and have nice nutritious meals

CHILCHUCK would want you to know your worker rights and what your labor is worth

LAIOS would want you to embrace your passions and try new things

FALIN would want you to take care of your health and treat others with kindness

MARCILLE would want you to practice necromancy and have gay sex

I love (and am actively ill over) the fact that ace canonically will not shut up about his lil guy. when jinbe found out ace’s brother was in impel down he was like OHHHHH LUFFY the kid in the strawhats you’re ALWAYS talking about. to luffy’s face he’s like “punk ass” but to everyone else he’s handing out school pictures from his wallet

Reblogging this for myself

how to draw arms ? ? 

Stop Smoking, We Love You

I wrote a little thing based on @unkat's chilaios EMS AU, which has consumed my little pea brain. you don't need a whole lot of context though. 1k words, cw mentions of medical trauma, smoking, drugs. title comes from the car seat headrest song which makes me misty eyed thinking about my stupid boys.

Chilchuck relished the icy cold breeze on his sweaty face as he burst out into the rear parking lot of the hospital, the one for the employees that visitors still park in. He patted himself down until the sharp corner of a fresh pack of Newports hit his palm, and he remembered he’d been trying to use the inside pockets after he’d accidentally dropped a pack during a call and wasted thirteen bucks and tax before he’d even opened the damn thing. He was fortunate enough to have remembered his lighter, too; Senshi’s visiting family this weekend and he has no one else to bum a light from. He’d gotten in trouble the last time he asked a patient out of desperation.

He flicked his zippo and lit it in one smooth motion, a party trick that had long worn out its novelty and was just about to put it to the menthol-cool cigarette between his lips when two large hands entered his vision. One clapped the zippo shut and the other pinched the cig by the filter, tugging both out of Chilchuck’s grip.

“Yoink.”

“You mother fucker—”

Laios laughed as Chilchuck lunged after the precious nicotine clutched in his big hands, held just out of reach.

“This doesn’t look like twenty feet to me,” Laios grinned.

“I was going to hold it in until I reached the grass, fuck off, alright?”

“Then you won’t mind if I walk with you?”

Laios returned what he’d taken, and Chilchuck snatched it back. “Fine, fine, whatever. Come freeze your ass off with me.”

They crossed the parking lot, stepping carefully across black ice and hopping the curb to stand in the grass, a foot beyond the premises. Chilchuck made pointed eye contact with Laios as he stuck the cigarette between his lips and flicked the lighter open and shut, taking a long drag. He debated breathing it in Laios’ face, but decided to turn away. He blew a thin plume of smoke that caught on the brisk wind and whipped away. “Happy?”

“Not exactly,” Laios admitted. “You shouldn’t smoke, Chil.”

Chilchuck scowled. “Oh, here we go… listen, it’s my right to poison my body however I want. Just look at our patients.”

Laios fought a grim laugh and failed. “Hey, you asked.”

“What’s it matter to you anyway?” Chilchuck asked, slurred around the filter. He took another long drag and tapped out the ash into the frozen grass.

“As a medical professional, I prefer not to watch people die.”

Chilchuck released the smoke through his nose, rolling his eyes. “Preference doesn’t matter much to us, does it?”

“I guess not.”

Another long drag. He’d somehow blasted half the cigarette already. “You sound like my youngest,” Chilchuck breathed, with a fondly exasperated smile. Laios shifted around, his cheeks going pink in the cold. “She’s in the middle of some kind of health course and it’s got her all freaked out. ‘Daddy, don’t smoke those, they’ve got rat poison in ‘em!’” Chilchuck said, affecting a raspy falsetto. “It was kinda cute, but she was pretty upset,” he sighed. “She was crying. Must be a pretty heavy-handed program.”

“I had that growing up,” Laios said. "They had a cop come in and everything. Showed us pictures of tracheotomies.”

“Is that what they’re doing?” Chilchuck hissed. “She’s nine! She’s too young for that shit. I’m gonna complain to the PTA.”

“Hey, it kept me off. Do you want her on it?”

Chilchuck’s mouth drew into a long, thin line. “I guess not.”

They stood there, Chilchuck smoking, Laios doing fuck all with his hands in his pockets. Chilchuck wondered why he was out here at all if he hated cigarettes and smoking so much. It was biting cold, blustery, damp. It was a holiday weekend and there was only a matter of time before they got another Narcan call, he could be catching a nap before rush hour, but he was here.

“Does it help?” Laios asked. “With the stress, I mean.”

“Gives me an excuse to step out,” Chilchuck shrugged. “Gives me something to look forward to. Gives me a reason to breathe in and out for a few minutes that isn’t that dippy yoga shit.”

“Have you ever done it? That dippy yoga shit?”

“Hell no.”

“You want to try it? I can show you a few poses.”

Chilchuck choked on smoke, something he hadn’t done in twenty years. “You? Yoga?” The ass definition suddenly made a lot of sense.

“I don’t take classes, but you can learn a lot from YouTube videos.”

“Hm.” It had been the class aspect that turned him off the most. It felt somehow more embarrassing than just rocking up to the gym at three in the morning and dissociating on the treadmill for a few hours. “I’ll think about it.”

“I think it’d be fun,” Laios said, and Chilchuck almost believed him. “And it’s helped me, you know. After rough calls.”

Chilchuck sucked down the last of his cigarette and blew it upwards, a brief break in the wind allowing it to coil in upon itself in midair, minute particles glittering in the warm, flickering glow of the light post and simmering down in his lungs. He leaned down to smash the smoldering filter into the curb, putting the butt in his junk pocket to avoid being further nagged.

“Alright,” Chilchuck relented. “Why the hell not?”

Laios beamed at him. Chilchuck could think of a thousand reasons against meeting up with his boss to do anything that didn’t involve getting a beer, but looking at that self-satisfied grin gave him one very good reason in his favor. “It’s a date.”

“No it’s not!” Chilchuck squawked. Laios skipped away. Skipped. “It’s not a date, Laios!”

“See you then!”

“Nice HR violation!” Chilchuck screamed. “Mother fucker.” He muttered to himself, tapping his pack angrily against his palm and flipping up a lid for one more, just to spite him, and looked down at the neat rows of little paper cylinders, pristine and fresh.

Chilchuck crammed the box back into his pocket and trudged inside.  

Soulmates (n.) - being dumb as fck together even when you're not around each other.

A pleasant surprise

Another Frobin idea . Enjoy

It was a quiet night. Straw Hats were playing a game where they shared thoughts about each other. When it was Nami’s turn, she smirked at Robin.

"Hhm, lets see...I could see Robin with an elegant, strong guy at her side," she smiled.

Robin smiling, sipping her tea, calmly corrected her. "Not elegant, no. I'd prefer a... super one."

Silence. Then—

"EH?!?" Usopp choked.

Nami turned to Ussop"You owe me 50 berries"

Brook let out a playful "Oh yohoho".

Sanji collapsed dramatically.

Zoro scoffed half asleep"Tch. Figures."

Luffy pointed laughing. "THAT'S FRANKY!"

Franky froze, his face turning red. "W-Wha—me?! I mean i am Super but-"

Robin simply smiled. "Yes, you are."

That shut him up instantly.

The crew erupted into laughter, while Franky tried to play it cool. Grinning the whole time.