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SEASON 4 IS PAYWALLED
HEY WTF I DONT WANNA WATCH MORE TONIGHT BUT I DONT LIKE THAT ITS NOT AN OPTION
so hey. wow! fuck you, sid!
THE TUMBLRS SHALL BE ANGERED BY SUCH FOOLISHNESS
you're allowed to say "sex" on the internet. See? I just did it. Sex. Sex sex sex. You don't have to say s*x or smex or Adult Fun Times or s3x or "spice" any other variation of self-censorship on tumblr dot com you can just spell out the word SEX i am going to scream until the heat death of the universe
Oh my god why
You know… An important concept in Buddhism is to let go… And if One Piece is a universe that personality swap and memory erasing exist, is it possible that indeed Tsuru-san and Garp knew kid Roci but Sengoku took away their impression of him with his Buddha Fruit power when Roci was on the undercover mission in Doffy’s Crew?
And when Roci was dead, Sengoku was the only one to mourn and carry all the sorrow secretly.
Oh shit I'm 2 years old thats woah what thats so swag
When you don't have fic inspiration so you have to pull out the character playlists and rewatches:
To the person who decided to put their gum on the fake grass at my school. It is currently on my ass and I hope you kys.
might make a cow chop blog and it will be...PRETTY OK!!...maybe
You still sit in front of me in English class, and it kills me a little bit more every time I have to watch you read out loud. Passage by passage, word by word sentence by sentence.
I feel used.
I feel ashamed.
You meant so much to me yet you threw me away like I was disposable. Like I was garbage. Maybe that is all I am to you. Was it for the money? Was it because I let you use my cell phone? Was it because I made you look less pathetic in comparison? Ten fucking years and 5 calls to CPS yet once the summer ended it was like I didn't exist anymore. So yeah, sit with your annoying friends and complain about how shitty your life is. I for one, know about the lies, the exaggerations, the manipulations. Just last year you had practically convinced me that every little inconvenience was my fault.
Enjoy your friends, enjoy being popular, enjoy not having me around, the only person who didn't just have you around because of pity. I wish I could tell you right now just how I feel. I try not to cry about it but the tears run down my cheeks regardless. You were my best friend, my sister, my everything, but I was nothing. You used me up until I was nothing left, treated me like my depression and anxiety were nothing to you and wouldn't even apologize. Everytime I just wanted a second to myself you'd cry and make me feel bad like the child you are. I hope you feel this right now, the pain I feel every day because of you. Part of me still misses you, I'll see something funny on the Internet and wonder what you'd think. I'll draw a picture or write a song and wonder if you'd be proud of me.
Go fuck yourself.
Spotify revoked my listening rights
Husk: *pointing to a high shelf* Can you reach that for me?
Angel: Awww, Whiskers! You need me in your life after all.
Husk: I could replace you with a step ladder.
The fact that one of my relative was concern about my obsession for Tomura..
It's like litteraly none of your business..
not the twitter migrants putting "reblog heavy" in their bios on here... like yeah. that's what we do here
Aged stone, quiet groves.
Search History Verse, future fic, 830 words, Charles POV.
Charles rolls the bottle between his palms, watching the slosh of the deep red in the glass. The car is parked, but he rests his forehead against the steering wheel for a moment, eyes squeezed shut. He'll need to visit the Foundation while he's here, check in on operations and upkeep, make the rounds with the kids-
But this comes first.
He swallows, steeling himself as he steps out of the car, neck of the wine bottle grasped between his fingers.
People had offered to come with him- they always do, lately. Pierre, Daniel, Mick, the boys, Gianpiero, Lorenzo and Victoria...
Maybe one day Charles will take them up on their offers.
That day isn't today.
The grove is private, tucked away and secluded. It had become one of Max's favorite spots after he'd started spending more time in the Netherlands again, and Charles has had countless lunches with Max between the trees here.
Now he walks alone down the path, winding further into trees on a trail he knows by heart.
The first time Max had shown him- he'd been giggling, fingers laced with Charles', pulling him through the trees while Charles panicked about dirt on his white sneakers.
"It is of course just dirt, Charlie, it will wipe off."
"These are designer, Max- how did you even find this place, how far back are we going?"
"I had to chase one of the dogs back here a few weeks ago. You'll love it, I promise."
It had felt like they were teenagers again, sneaking away somewhere they shouldn't have, tripping over their feet.
Charles is wearing that same pair of sneakers now. They're beyond saving, not that he's ever tried. The dirt is important to him now- he'd dirty every pair of shoes he owns if it meant getting to hear Max laugh at him again.
The path ends here. It's a circular gap in the trees, a large smooth rock that's perfect for sitting, or using as a table. There's a memorial stone in the middle- it's surrounded by small trinkets and mementos, left behind by the various children of the Foundation who come through here.
Charles digs into his own pocket, pulls out a small cat charm. It's silver, and it had randomly caught his eye a few weeks ago when he was out shopping with Arthur.
He'd known immediately where it needed to go.
It settles nicely between the other gifts, resting against the memorial stone.
"It is from a local vendor, in Italy. I thought you would like it- I was out with Arthur."
Charles settles down onto the dirt next to the stone, back resting against the large rock behind him as his legs stretch out in front of him.
His joints are aching, and they'll be screaming at him whenever he tries to get up, but.
It's part of growing old.
"They are starting a clothing brand, I think. I told them not to make it ugly, but I have to be honest Max, I think I'm starting to lose touch with the trends."
He laughs softly, staring at the wine bottle between his hands.
"Ah, I am getting old. I got lunch with Gianpiero the other day, he is thinking of moving to Switzerland. He and Alice would like to be closer to their grandkids."
Charles worries about them both, living alone back in Bedford, so he'd been supportive of the idea.
"And I am visiting the Foundation tomorrow. Checking in on your kids, just like I said I would. One of your first ones is back, by the way. He is a lawyer, Max. He came back to work for the Foundation after it saved him, and I think-"
Charles cuts himself off, chest tight.
"I think you would have liked that, chéri. I told him that you would've been proud. I know you are."
He reaches out his fingers, brushing against the stone lightly. It's well maintained, by visiting family and friends, Foundation kids and workers alike.
He carefully sets the wine bottle down at the edge of the pile. It's fair game- someone else visiting can take it if they'd like. It's less of an offering or memento, and more of a personal need for Charles.
It's not about the wine, it's about bringing it.
"I don't drink anymore. The last time I saw someone with a gin and tonic at a party I had to leave."
It hadn't been Mason's fault. He couldn't have known, hadn't been thinking about it.
It had still made Charles feel like he was being stabbed in the heart anyways- taken the air out of his lungs, the grief slamming into him like an inescapable tidal wave.
It's starting to get dark, the sun dipping below the horizon, and Charles leans down, presses his lips over Max's name.
He used to stay out even when he could see the stars, but he's getting too old for that now, and it makes the boys worry. He'd promised Arthur he'd call when he got back to the flat.
"I miss you, Max."
There's no response. There hasn't been one for years.
"I love you."
Nothing lasts forever... ___
ID: Digitially painted Good Omens fanart; a series of one long strip of images cut into smaller images. The first panel reads "Oh Crowley", all subsequent images depict Crowley during a different era. The first is him as we see him at the season 2 finale, the second at the season 1 finale, the third as he appeared in 1967, followed by him in 1941 holding the gun from the bullet catch scene, then we see him as he appeared in 1601, followed by how he appeared in 41 AD, next is him in 33 AD during the crucifixtion, followed by him dressed as Bildad the Shuhite in 2500 BC, second to last is his appearance in 3004 BC before the flood and finally we see him as he appeared on the wall of Eden. The long strip of images is followed by a series of images showing angel Crowley; initially without wings and by himself, before we zoom out to see Aziraphale first looking at him and then glancing away with a worried expression. End ID.
An easy explanation on why Yamato is a man.
Let's start with this. Most people say that in Vivre Card it says that Yamato is a female as you can see on the picture. Certainly Yamato is a female.
Unfortunately for YOU, who a female is not a gender identity. It is sex. Let's explain first the difference between sex and gender. Sex is an assigned female or male at birth, this means having female or male reproductive organs. Female is an uterus and male is a penis. While gender indentity is how you FEEL about yourself. As a female you can identify as a man, masc or anything you want to. Anything how you feel like.
But then let's say that's not how it works. Vivre Card is still nor made by the author of One Piece, Eiichiro Oda.
And as we can remember many Vivre Cards were wrong a lot of times. Let's even take Yamato's Vivre Card. He has Observation, Armament and Conqueror's Haki, right? Well in Vivre Card it says he has only the first two. So it's not a good argument to use against Yamato being a man.
"But Yamato just calls herself Oden"
Yes, he does. But didn't you know what was One Piece about? It was about freedom and being themselves. Yamato quits calling himself Oden at the end of Wano arc, yet still everybody call him a man. If Yamato was only acting there would be a wholesome scene with Luffy and Yamato, probably Yamato crying, calling himself a woman and saying "I'M YAMATO, NOT ODEN!"
But it did not happen. Yamato still calls himself a man. Luffy calls him "Yama-o", which basically means "Yama-bro". (Also this is super cute, cause "yama" means a "mountain" in Japanese and considering Yamato is like two times taller than Luffy it makes sense and makes it cute ❤️)
"But she still has boobs"
Mind you that not all transgender people have to feel gender dysphoria. Also how was he supposed to get a top surgery? He was locked for 20 years in a country without such surgeries and it was war, then right after war he was injured, it's not a surgery to make, when someone is injured, definitely not. It's a shock to the person they're flat and it's kinda long process and all the testosterone. I doubt there is something like testosterone for transgender people in One Piece, but if there is... still HOW in a country like this being locked for 20 years?
Anyways. I have so much more reasons, why you are transphobic if you call Yamato a girl.
But I'll stick to few more
Here Yamato said "Kozuki Oden was a man, right? So I became a man too!!". Many transgenders (idk can I call us transgenders?It sounds cool, like superheroes) understood their identity, just because they liked someone and wanted to be like them.
Transgender identity is an aumbrella. Imagine it like this: There's a really big umbrella, there's said it's a transgender umbrella. Under the umbrella there are many other smaller umbrellas. One of non-binaries, one of trans masc/fems, one of trans men/women etc. Because transgender is every identity that is not identifying and using pronouns to your assigned at birth gender. Which Yamato does not. Yamato might be a female and even a girl. But if he uses he/him pronouns (which he does) is still under the transgender umbrella. Which makes it transphobic if someone doesn't use his preffered pronouns.
Yes, you are transphobic, be proud of yourself 😘
But if you knew this one... Then what are you doing reading/watching One Piece? You clearly didn't understand the point of it and that loved by everyone Bon Clay is also queer (LGBTQ+ term used for someone who is LGBTQ+)
Bon Clay doesn't have a partner in Baroque Works, because they identify as both woman and man (this is to make you understand better, because they identifies as genderqueer which has no real explanation, it's an identity that you feel yourself and people can't tell you how you feel).
Ivankow is genderfluid, which is an identity, where your gender varies from moment to moment.
Even Kaido calls Yamato his son.
Baroque Works says queer rights ✅️
Revolutionary says queer rights ✅️
Kaido says trans rights ✅️
Also if you read/watch One Piece and think that you are on Luffy's side, while you are racist/trasphobic/homophobic/judging/etc.
Then you are not on Luffy's side. In fact you are exactly like the World Government and should read/watch One Piece with your eyes open. This is about freedom, happiness, equal rights and All the good things. One Piece is not about the imaginary world. It's the same as our world. There exist hate, which is the World Government. Luffy is freedom and happiness. Revolutionaries are equal rights and freedom.
Never call yourselves One Piece fans again pls.
If my English was in any way no good, go ahead and tell me, it's not my first laungage
(ALSO I LOVE BEING RIGHT AND TELLING DUMB PPL THAT WILL DEFINITELY DON'T UNDERSTAND THAT THEY ARE WRONG HAHA!)
I'm literally Yamato irl.
THAT'S ALL FOLKS! ❤️
Finally reading homestuck bc my friend is a gay/derogatory
I got too fucking attached to this fucking character and now the fucking Manga gods decided to fuck with him and his life is in fucking shambles and breaking into tiny fucking pieces right before his and my fucking eyes and half the Fandom fucking hates him and it frustrates me to no fucking end and I need a fanfic to heal him right fucking now without being ship centered with the person who fucking destroyed him or y/n because he needs to fucking heal on his fucking own and I will not fucking accept that "Yeah his entire life fell apart but he's in love so it's ok" bullshit.
I'm also in love with his dad who has not shown in the Manga and is a horrible person because a fanfic made him hot and gave him redemption.
Fuck
Fuck-ety fuck fuck
WHAT
SPOTIFY YOU GREEDY WHORE
TW: THE GRABBER AND PEDOPHILIA
Istg if any of ya’ll who sees this thinks that The Grabber is hot EVEN THOUGH HE IS A PEDOPHILE, GET THE FUCK OUT. ETHAN HAWKE IS A HANDSOME GUY BUT ALBERT ISN’T.
SO YEAH, HE IS A PEDO, A RAPIST, AND A KILLER
SOME PROOF:
Vance: “Ew, you like boys??? Disgusting”🤢
Bruce: “…”🧍🏻
Bruce: “We’ve been dating for 7 months now-”🤨
Vance: “…You’re still gay”🧑🏻❤️💋🧑🏼🖕🏻
I live in America! I am a lesbian! I am aromantic and asexual! These mfs probably don’t even know what those things mean.
Take me! Take me fucking kicking and screaming! I am not going to stop! I don’t give a shit! You can burn my yaoi, but you’ll never fucking forget it. I hope you lay down at night and when you close your eyes all you can see is my face smiling back at you.
I will die laughing. I will laugh forever.
AND YOU WILL HEAR IT!
peak jayvik(?) brainrot
I have gone through things beyond your understanding (tiktok getting banned)
reminder to transdisabled people!!
you are not valid
you are not disabled
you will never be valid
you will never be disabled
you are harming actual people with the disorders you want so damn bad
fuck you