Having Pots Is Crazy Bc I’ll Be Sitting In The ER With A Bpm Of 160, Just Chilling, Occasionally Slumping

The marineford arc can easily be summed up as

“Oh, Ace is THE losing dog, and he’s got too many ppl betting on him right now….”

My favorite thing about Luffy that I feel is overlooked is his definition of “King Of The Pirates”.

Throughout the series, Luffy comes across countless others who share the same name of a dream, but what separates them is what that dream looks like.

To Luffy, being king of the pirates means to be truly free. It means to provide freedom for all who sail the sea, where the sea is no place for marines to control.

It’s not about control, being King of the pirates doesn’t mean he wants to tower over the sea with an iron fist.

Luffy doesn’t want to rule, he wants adventure with those he loves and calls his crew. He doesn’t strive for power, he follows his passion.

So to see him fight for his beliefs, to see him fight for those he calls friend, who wouldn’t want to follow him?

Long hair zoro to insta request

Born to write fanfiction and scholarly articles

Forced to focus on only one at a time

*Sobs realizing that zolu fanfiction isn't getting me a masters degree*

Y'all gonna hate me but when I saw this...

I thought of this...

This hurt (in a good way)

siblings doomed by the narrative

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

Heavy In Your Arms

I can't stop with the zolu sacrilegious imagery.

I listened to Florence + The Machine the entire time making this, hence the title.

According to the government, I don't exist

"Those government bastards may tell you that your existence is a crime. But no matter how dangerous you may be, just being alive, just being who you are is never wrong. What you do is your choice, there's no right or wrong in who you are." Franky, One Piece

The government may not see us, but we see ourselves, we see each other <3

My two thoughts while reading The Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka

1: wow, this is a beautifully tragic story on what it means to become “useless” in the eyes of society despite so wanting to be a part of it and it is a critique on how we do not shame others for choosing not to work but once one is unable to, they loose all inherent value in our minds and are diminished to being simply, a pest.

2: I wanna scurry around like a little cockroach under furniture