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the results came back: the doctor says the beating of my heart echoes the beating of the drums

#okok les mis yes fine #but also #monkey d luffy

Yet again feeling ill over Luffy's "I'm positive I wouldn't be able to survive without other peoples help" speach. Like, immediately after Nami asks him for help he's dropping this, and Arlong mocks him for it bc of course he can but man,,,

Forever pissed they cut it out of the live action.

#one piece #monkey d luffy

eilooxara

i-am-grell

justice for germa mice

azrael-corvidae

IM DONE. IM FINALLY DONE WITH THIS DUMB BIRDS AFTER TWO MONTHS. KINDA MID BUT IDCCCC

saschacant

now would annnnyone here happen to fancy a nigh-but-not-literally new yamaha yfl-272sl flute with all its original trappings and boxes for the (genuinely) low low price of £450 (plus ebay’s buyer protections) or am I going to have to go back to demonolatry to shift this fucking thing? GANEN NE MENACH TA—

#guys. buy their fluuute

genderoutlaws

An abandoned theater in Rochester, New York. Formerly a pornographic theater, then just a facade after the Walgreens next door gutted it to use as a warehouse. The Walgreens with it's shampoo and baby formula and half of the store locked in cages; the contradictions stare into you. You go because it is the nearest pharmacy, close in walking distance for you and your disabled loved ones.

The Walgreens shuts down and it too, is now just a vacant facade, next to a vacant facade. You stare into the large windows meant to advertise it's contents, now only showcasing absence. A wide open space with torn up floors. You think about how perfect the location could be for low income housing, for squatting, for anything other than standing as a constant reminder of the city's failures to her people. The parking lot is empty, save for the occasional cop car, to ensure no one uses the lot or the building for anything at all. The cop ensures the space will stay as useless as himself.

They add letters to the theater's marquee; a reminder and encouragement of surveillance. "If you see something, say something. In progress call 911, over and done call 311." They board up the doors, ensuring that the space will stay in it's intended form: empty, useless, an eyesore that reminds everyone of their place. The freshly boarded up door has been emblazoned with a message from those who lack.

"A man would shelter, if he could / in the nook behind this new plywood / the building, abandoned / the man is too / how I wish you'd imagine / that it were you."