I have strong maternal instincts towards Monkey D Luffy.
The Bowery Presents
occasionally subtle
"I'm Dorothy Gale from Kansas"

roma★
Cosimo Galluzzi
The Bright Sessions

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bliss lane
Phantogram Three
Claire Keane
I'd rather be in outer space 🛸
The Stonewall Inn
PUT YOUR BEARD IN MY MOUTH

❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Product Placement
NASA
tumblr dot com
Fieri Frames

Origami Around

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seen from Malaysia
seen from Saudi Arabia
seen from Mexico

seen from Ukraine
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I have strong maternal instincts towards Monkey D Luffy.
It always kills me anytime I read a fic where Law is some smooth slutty sex haver or something. I know how religious guilt works. That catholic boy does not fuck.
Max and Dustin would understand one another’s anger and grief.
Okay EraserMic fanfic where Villain!Mic saves kidnaps Hitoshi from his abusive loving home and underground hero/UA teacher Eraserhead is going to beat the shit out of find and kill arrest the person who took his son student.
Snippet of a fic I’ll never post (or will I?):
“You kidnapped him,” Aizawa cut in as if to justify himself. He had no reason to, yet the words fell from his tongue, clumsily, as he stood in the apartment of a villain he had considered a minor nuisance only a week ago.
How wrong he had been.
Right?
Aizawa’s eyes moved back to Shinsou.
Shinsou, who looked well-rested, or rather more rested than Aizawa had ever seen him appear in class or in training.
Shinsou, who stood behind Present Mic, unmoving, even as he was able to move away from the villain.
Shinsou, who was looking at Present Mic not with fear in his eyes, but concern as if worried about the fate of the man.
“You kidnapped him,” Aizawa repeated, his words filling the air and weighing it down. He took one step forward, moving out from the doorway and into the apartment.
Present Mic’s arm stretched out—a weak barrier in front of Shinsou. The man stepped a bit to the left, his body now half covering Shinsou, his arm covering what his body couldn’t.
“Yes,” Present Mic muttered before clearing his throat.
His hair was down, it fell over his shoulders. He wore a crumpled graphic tee shirt and loose sweatpants. Shinsou matched him. Aizawa felt less like he had interrupted a devious scheme plotted by a malicious villain and more like he was intruding on a domestic evening between a father and son.
“Yes!” Present Mic said again, seemingly falling into his louder persona. It was clumsy. It was weak. “Against his will.”
Aizawa’s eyes moved from Present Mic to Shinsou who was looking at the ground, his jaw was clenched and his posture rigid.
“That’s usually how kidnapping goes,” Aizawa retorted dryly.
Something was off. Something was wrong.
Something did not make sense here.
“Why?” Aizawa asked. He tried to catch Shinsou’s gaze but the kid refused to look his way.
Present Mic tilted his head. “What?”
“Why did you kidnap him?”
Shinsou’s eyes finally darted up to Aizawa’s. It was not relief on the kid’s face, it was…
Fear? Anger? Anxiety?
“Oh. I - I kidnapped him-”
“Yes,” Aizawa snapped, annoyed. “why?”
“To-” Present Mic turned his head slightly, looking at Shinsou. He raised his eyebrows and did a half shrug before turning back to look at Aizawa. “Murder?”
“Murder!” Shinsou shouted. It was the loudest Aizawa had ever heard the kid speak.
Present Mic looked back at Shinsou.
A silent conversation played out between the two and Aizawa saw Shinsou’s face sour and fall. He looked beside himself, he liked resigned and tired, but nodded and looked at Aizawa.
“Yeah…” Shinsou cleared his throat. Present Mic turned back to face Aizawa, a weak smile on his face. “He… was going to murder me-“
“Because I am a villain,” Present Mic cut in. He slowly lowered his outstretched arm. “And villains murder kids.”
i think im very funny
Awkward.
Aggressively shaking my head while reading Naomi so people know I don’t fuck with Joji like that.
Just remember, you exist in the past right now.
This isn’t your life.