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@donquixotehomura
Master list.
Making masterlists is hard I'm working on many things from Anime's down there and others that aren't however only One Piece is available for now, this is not easy and it's taking a while if you want a certain character go ahead and ask
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⌕ kuroshitsuji - sebastian michaelis.
like or reblog if you save/use.
top 3 hobbies for young adults:
1. borrowing misery from future
2. carrying grief of the past
3. agonizing over the present
Donquixote Doflamingo
Warnings: Donquixote Doflamingo
Summary: Impel down letters he couldn’t sent to his darling.🦩
BEWARE ENGLISH IS NOT MY NATIVE LANGUAGE! (So I can make mistakes)
Impel down is hell. I’m sure of it but you know me little bird I’ve been in the hell since that day. You were my light,still are.
I’ve been keeping an eye on the newspapers. You’re not in them, which is good. The less the world knows about you, the better. As for how I know so much… fufufu, little bird, you know I have connections everywhere. I don’t think Marines would be interested in sending this to you though.
The days drag on in this cage. Irritating, isn’t it? You should be here to make them more interesting.
The Marines think these walls can keep me contained. Fufufu. They’re more foolish than I thought.
However a cage is still a cage, I suppose. Cold stone. Iron bars and those chains I hate.The same faces every day. They stare at me as if I’m some monster from a story told to frighten children.
Maybe they’re right, yet every morning I wake up and the world is still turning exactly as I said it would. Kingdoms rise. Kingdoms fall. Pirates chase dreams. Marines chase pirates. Nothing changes.
Except one thing…You aren’t here.
Strange, isn’t it, little bird? Out of everything I’ve lost, that’s what irritates me the most.
Sometimes I find myself looking toward the door when footsteps echo down the corridor. For a moment I almost expect to see you standing there, giving me that look.
“Doffy, are you causing trouble again?”
Fufufu…Of course I am.
Trouble is the only thing I’m good at.
I wonder what you’re doing now. Whether you’re eating properly. Whether you’re sleeping enough. Whether you’ve finally learned to stop trusting every fool with a smile.
If not, I’ll have to lecture you when we meet again and we will meet again but don’t misunderstand. This isn’t hope. Hope is for people who wait.I make things happen.
Stay out of trouble. Don’t die before I get out.
I’d never forgive you for that.
— Your Doffy
🥹🥹🥹
I'm breaking him out... Move bitches!
absolute gold on Reddit today
My friend really changed once she became a vegetarian
its like ive never seen herbivore
i sighed so loud my mom asked me if i was okay and she’s two rooms away
Level of respect a class of teens I have to teach art to have for me when I walk in: 0%
Level of respect after I draw sasuke from memory on the whiteboard: beyond anything you could possibly imagine
the true reason i rarely teach classes is to keep my ego at bay
There are certain semi-scientific myths I’m willing to entertain, like the idea that cats purr at a healing frequency. Is it true? IDFK. I like to press my ear to my cat’s side when she purrs anyway. Makes me feel better. Probably because I’m in proximity to something I love and not because of her purring frequency.
There are a bunch of studies that indicate owning cats may improve your overall health and slow cognitive decline in older people. Probably because they provide stress relief and emotional support as well as promoting healthy routines and positive responsibility. Or maybe it’s because they are magic and they purr at a healing frequency. Probably not. Maybe.
Ever notice how archetypal crazy old cat ladies are old as shit? The cats are keeping them alive. Probably not. Maybe.
the best fanfiction you've ever read was written by a woman in her 40s before she made dinner for her kids. it was written by a teenager after school when they should've been studying for a history test. and a barista came up with the idea while they cleaned the espresso machine and busser fact-checked it on their break and the post-doc edited between writing grant proposals and the nurse apologized for typos in the notes after a long shift and behind every drabble and one-shot and multi-chapter fic there is a person with a wonderful and interesting and chaotic life and it is such a privilege that we get to be apart of it because they decided to do this thing we all share, for fun.
“He should get therapy”
In my head all hidden village therapy options are basically propaganda reinforcement programs.
The shinobi don’t avoid it bc they terminally don’t want to acknowledge their feelings or get better, they avoid it because it would actively make them worse
Like,,,
Oh your friend died? Don’t worry, it was for konoha and they would be honored to die for the village.
Well yeah, but they’re still gone and I—
The mission was completed so they served their purpose. They’re dead but they contributed to a whole as they were trained to.
…right. But fighting for the village isn’t the only thing they did. They have a family. How am I supposed to—
But their true purpose was to serve the village. And they did.
Understood.
masterlist
A fuego
Doflamingo never understood why you were the only one he couldn't control. Everyone else he'd encountered ended up caving; men, kingdoms, wills… But then there was you, stubborn as you were, who ignited a fire in his chest that he didn't even know if he wanted to extinguish.
His eyes, though hidden behind his glasses, remained alert, like someone observing a flame too close for safety. It pissed him off to need you. It pissed him off even more to desire you.
Not because you were dangerous, but because you were the only one who could ignite something in him that wasn't banal destruction. A different kind of fire. More intimate. More unbearable.
Doflamingo wasn't gentle, and therefore his love was even less so. The love he had for you felt like a suffocating knot in his own throat, a constant battle between admitting the obvious aloud or denying it like a poor wretch.
With you, he learned that to love was to burn alive. And yet, with you, he let his guard down.
He loved you the way one loves something forbidden; with an untamed hunger, a blinding rage, a tenderness he'd never admit to anyone else. His touch was sensitive, his hands gliding over your skin as if he wanted to make sure you were real. His kisses were violent, leaving in their wake his inherent fear that you might disappear from his side.
He knew his life was sea, was blood, and was power. But you were his only refuge, his only flame that burned brightly.
Before leaving the luxury of the castle, he roughly took your chin, forcing you to look at him. No words escaped him, all dying before they reached his tongue. What could he say that you didn't already know?
Just by being near you, he felt how the heat rose up his spine, a fire he couldn't control even with all the strings in the world.
And how he hated it… Doflamingo hated that your absence from his routine in the coming days would only make him crueler. He hated that, for the first time, something had managed to bind him without even using chains.
❝Don't play with me,❞ he whispered against the corner of your lips. ❝If I get burned, it'll be by you. And if I come back… it'll be because of you.❞ He closed the little space between you and he kissed you slowly, as if he wanted to etch you into his skin.
btw it's so fucking stupid you can be anxious physically in your body even after you've decided mentally you don't care. I'm supposed to be in charge here
a moment of silence for my roommate who has to endure me doing linguistics homework. out loud. making sounds with parts of my mouth and throat I didn’t even realise I could use to make sounds. repeatedly and with passion
i think the moment of silence needs to come directly from you on this one
happy iron lung day to all who celebrate
severely deficient in whatever vitamin makes u a person
