Bless My Poor Soul Money Cat

I just remembered the part of One Piece where Brook becomes a rock star and his managers tip off the Marines he’s actually Brook the Pirate because they’re pissed at him for wanting to retire. This is so funny because:

imagine finding out your favourite pop star is actually a dead criminal. Like what if we found out Macklemore had been Al Capone this whole time

imagine being the guy who has to call up the government and convince them their favourite rock star is actually a pirate who died 50 years ago and came back to life as a skeleton

imagine being the Marine to take that phone call

Manager: I am telling you, the musician you know as Soul King is actually the pirate “Humming” Brook!!

Marine: *rummaging through wanted posters for a long time* Uhhhhh, sorry but according to our records, Brook has… skin. And is like 90 years old.

Manager #2: He ate a Devil Fruit that let him die and come back as a skeleton!

Marine: Um. *covering the phone with his hand* Can Devil Fruits make you come back from the dead as a skeleton?

Other Marine: I don’t know. Probably.

Marine: *into the phone* We’ll be right over.

If only

Azula always lies. 

saw this post by @heavenly-dusk and kinda went insane thinking abt it so i drew it, i hope you don’t mind! 

"I am witch",

She says,

As she picks up the plastic pieces.

"I am witch",

She says,

As she fondles her lover's hair.

"I am witch",

She hums,

As she sings honeysuckle hymns to her beloved,

Boys and girls.

"I am witch",

She says,

As the wind kisses her skin,

And the moss tastes her bare toes.

"I am witch",

She roars,

As her fire protects what is sacred.

"I am witch",

She groans,

As she liquifies with her King's sacred wand.

"I am witch",

She sighs,

As she slides into a bubbling lavender infused tub.

And as she worries,

And warriorers,

Holding tightly onto her

Sisters' magick infused hands,

She is witch.

Loving.

Medicine crafting,

Sitting between the boundaries of life and death.

She is not more powerful,

Than the world that moulded her out of dirt and stars,

She thrives because of it.

She belongs to the forest, to the rivers and the skies.

She belongs to herself.

She belongs to her dreams.

She is witch,

And she is being reborn.

And all the witches,

And the sorceresses,

Oracles,

Seers,

Tincture makers,

Brujas and Kaldunyas,

Covens upon covens,

Sisters and guides,

Embodiments of the Great Goddess,

They welcome you home.

We are witch.

Women and men, planted in their power.

Here to take the world by storm.

For the work has just begun,

To manifest our rightful reality,

Where Love has already won."

Queen Hatshepsut of Ancient Egypt. She has a lovely smile for someone who’s been dead for thousands of years.

a villain who commits crimes because they want to impress the hero and get their attention but they don’t know how to flirt like a regular person

Reblog if you’d attend!!

Where do you see yourself in 5 years?

Look buddy, i’m just trying to make it to Friday.