Booger Boys

cannot believe that back in Alabasta when they were wondering around in the desert Zoro told Chopper that a new purpose had emerged for him but he wasn’t really sure how to explain it whilst staring at Luffy. and i’m just expected to be normal about that.

As a butch4butch lesbian, Rio Romeo releasing Butch4Butch brought back my faith in humanity and revived my search for a quirky little butch partner who I can go on silly little adventures with

I love to headcanon that with modern zolu, Luffy is always filming, they give me late 90s early 2000s home video vibes. From birthdays, vacations, home renovations, holidays—to when Luffy just thinks Zoro looks pretty—he’s gonna film it.

hi guys, can I ask what's your current favorite zolu headcanon?

A modern One Piece Au but Luffy has ehlers danlos syndrome.

He loves to get in fights despite it always ending up with him needing half a pill bottle of Tylenol, five servings of meat, a 4 hour nap, and a joint pushed back in place by Chopper.

Every gang knows him as that ‘stretchy, rubber guy’ because Luffy will purposely stretch his skin out to scare people even though it bruises later.

All of his finishing fighting moves leave him with a dislocated shoulder that Zoro knows how to put back in place after Luffy walked him through it one time with the worst instructions ever.

“Just push it back, quick! I can’t move my arm, c’mon!”

Having OCD is so weird and silly. Like, I know that there isn't a monster under my bed who’s gonna take my feet if I stand too close, obviously, I’m a logical adult.

But like,

There is, trust me on this one.

the worms in my brain won today, here's a sukume sketch based on this reference photo

Luffy, the king of the pirates that you are....

ft. Zoro's earring bc they are in love your honor

(Please ignore how messy the frame is in this, it was a last minute decision I realized I kinda hated but had already committed to)

The Pitt + text posts (2/?)

It’s so strange

I can never fully express what it’s like living with a tbi and the recovery, nothing ever sounds right, all the words feel wrong.

It’s like I’m transcribing a language dead and gone, all the words I have to say you don’t understand, you don’t have the words for what I felt, you don’t have any conjugations or phrases that equate to my grief. so I’m just left saying,

“It was bad”

sometimes i wonder what my cat named me