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[raapija]

Strollonso text posts <3

[rosystuff525]

Caregiver Mihawk headcannons!!

Cross guild done… huzzah (this was unintentional. I just really like crossguild)

Also sorry I have been disappeared… though cheer as I will probably maybe hopefully maybe not have the motivation to do more!!

The most wine uncle caregiver

But never really drinks around you. If you ask to take a sip? (Unless it’s expressed before our of little space it’s okay) it’s gonna be some blend of fruit. Basically just a mocktail

He loves to dress you up. He does not care what style you dress but he will make sure you are your most presentable in that style.

Also he enjoys cooking with you. Actually it’s more you watching him cook because he can’t STAND anyone cooking with him

He doesn’t have a lot of “toys” around. It’s more books and dolls and other more old toys. Not for some old is gold superiority complex but just for the fact he finds it better to wind some down

I feel like he has taken care of littles before. Like he feels like the guy to have explored all avenues of social norm deviance. So he knows what to do a lot of the time

If you’re a more fussy little he won’t get too frustrated at tantrums like Buggy and Crocodile. He knows that it’s the only way you can really communicate in the moment. Even if you are in a mental hesdspace where you can talk regressed he knows it won’t be enough. He’s okay with you just crying and screaming. He’s there with open arms.

Mihawk so totally has a bedroom set up. It’s all gothic but you can add accessories and stuff! He knows comfort is key.

Though, he does love relaxing in the library or his study room (if we’re at his castle)

If you’re on the cross guild ship however I can see him letting you into his private quarters and him having a on the go chest.

I feel like if it’s the two year timeskip I have an extra headcannon! You , Perona and Zoro all regressing together. He knew you all regressed to slowlt weaved a web of perfectly placed conversations to build trust so you all open up about it.

[stickfigured]

let's be radiant in the sunlight with alex bregman [@/mlbcamroll on insta]

[squirrel-scribbles-words]

Interrupting Something

A Poprocks fic

@cosmicwifirouter and @a3stheticcc it's in tumblr form now

The afternoon had been a time full of plans and activities and busy people. Evening, however, was calm as Anthony pulled off his shirt in search of a new one, home once again after wrestling practice. Cool autumn air puffed from the window cracked open to alleviate the tiredness that had been building since practice started. Tony doubted he’d be completely alone this evening. Azzy was probably still at the archery range, Vivian with her own friends and unbothered about her brother, but Levi…

Ever the king of comedic timing, one green-haired boy burst through the door, speaking as if Tony had been in this conversation from the beginning, “Oh my god Tony, someone needs to die or else I kill them myself.”

“Do you mind!?” Tony rushed to cover at least his bare chest with the almost-discarded shirt. Levi didn’t seem to “mind!?” as he did a little hop into jumping face first onto Tony’s bed, not even batting an eye at the half undressed Tony. “I’m- wait who are we killing?”

“Lillianne Smith,” He groaned, voice muffled by the blankets beneath him. Rolling over, he turned to look at Tony, “If I have to interact with this girl one more time I may just quit theater.”

Tony found the replacement shirt he had been looking for, soft and large and clean, “You? Quitting theater?” Once Tony had pulled the shirt fully on, he found space to fix Levi with a disbelieving stare. Red roots were poking through Levi’s artificial green again, Tony resisting the urge to ruffle his hand through it. His gaze landed next to Levi instead, at the pillow Levi had somehow avoided steamrolling over in all his chaos, “Impossible.”

“She keeps dancing in front of me, Tony,” Levi gave a faux sniffle, practically clawing himself up to an upright sitting position, “We’re supposed to be on diagonals, Tony. Diagonals.”

“And the…”

Levi’s voice grew a bit louder, losing the teary-eyed tone, “Oh, I thought the seven bullying reports went without saying. It's-”

As Levi ranted, Tony joined him on the bed. He watched his friend(?) gesture more and more animatedly, energy going from his eyes through his hands and into the space filled only by his voice. Levi only got into three side tangents this time! A record. Tony grinned. He knew minutes were passing, but as far as he understood, it was this moment forever. He leaned forward, but-

“So obviously I'm not even that worked up about- oh.” Levi turned to face him, and suddenly Tony was made aware of the closeness of their two bodies. “Hi.”

A breath passed between the two, a moment of perfect silence in that strange peace. Nothing stirred, not the folds in the blankets or the air out the window. Until Levi broke it with a sound and a look, “Uh, you planning on doing something here, or…?”

And Tony did.

As simple as leaning forward, he did something. It didn't last long, it might not have happened at all, but it had to have, because Levi was genuinely speechless, lifting a hand to his lips, face as red as Tony's felt. Tony inhaled all at once, taking in just what he had done. He had kissed Levi. He had kissed Levi, and he hadn't asked and he didn't know if Levi was okay with it or not and.

“Sorry, I just- sorry.” He managed, still waiting to see Levi's reaction. Well, reaction other than shock. “I… you didn't-” Tony cut himself off, pushing a puff of air out through his lungs.

Finally, a hand lowered. And Levi Telianth spoke. “Hooooooly shiiit.” Green hair fell to that untouched pillow as Levi crashed backwards into it, staring up at the ceiling. His lips, though, were tilted in an unmistakably giddy little grin.

Oh? “Pfff, really? That's all you have to say?” Tony leaned over, stifling a laugh at the first words out of Levi's mouth after a thing like a kiss. “Was it really that bad?”

“Hey, I wasn't ready! Don't look at me like that!” That hand went up, pressing into Tony's face and pushing it to the side. Tony couldn't stop himself from laughing in response. “Fuck! Shut up!”

“Well you're ready now, aren't you?” Levi blinked at him, slowly sitting up, face somehow getting even redder. God, sometimes he needed to just stop saying things.

But Levi nodded, and Tony took a breath, and his hands went up to Levi's impossibly warm face. And. A kiss. One that actually happened. One that ran Tony's hands through Levi's red roots and smiled Levi's lips into Tony's. Nothing intense, but enough. A kiss. Tony leaned back, pulling his hands from Levi's hair. They were both giddy, giggling and nudging each other, even if no substantial words could be formed just yet. It wasn't silent anymore, of course, but it had returned to peaceful.

Until- a knock sounded from the door. Tony heard a squeak from Levi as the two boys attempted to fix… something, as if they were about to be caught doing something truly awful. Levi crabwalked a few lengths from Tony, only stopped by the wall at the head of the bed, while Tony stood and tried to look busy at the closet.

“I'm coming in, hope you're not, like, changing or-” Azzy stepped through the opening door, and paused as he took in the scene unfolding before her, both people involved brought red in their faces. “Am I… interrupting something…?”

[torchlitinthedesert]

In February, [Sam] Cooke premiered the song [A Change is Gonna Come] on the “Tonight Show”. Two days later, the Beatles made their historic appearance on “The Ed Sullivan Show”. Southern black R&B had crossed the Atlantic and found a following among British youth, who blended it with music hall and other elements, and re-exported it to America. Cooke liked the Beatles (he considered their music “emotional”) and saw their advent as yet another opportunity to expand his market, but their impact on the fortunes of black American artists was ambivalent. Between 1955 and 1963, there had been a 50 percent increase in the number of top ten hits by black performers. By the end of 1964, however, one third of top ten hits were British. Despite the fertile crossover activity that marked the decade, it also entrenched the racial bifurcation of the American pop market, which persists to this day.

At the instigation of promoter Harold Conrad, the Beatles visited one of Clay’s training sessions in Miami. There was a brief exchange of banter and a publicity shoot which, at the time, seemed nothing more than two novelty acts trying to cash in on each other. A few days later Cooke flew to Miami to join the Clay camp. At ringside, Cooke’s new financial manager, Allen Klein (who was later to take a controversial hand in the Beatles’ finances) sat between Cooke and Malcolm X. In the mayhem that followed Liston’s defeat, an exuberant Clay interrupted a television interview to hug Cooke and proclaim him “the world’s greatest rock’n’roll singer!”

Mike Marqusee, Redemption Song: Muhammad Ali and the Spirit of the Sixties

[plushmon]

more starter squad au doodles (more under read more)

[tantaliart]

Magnus wearing outfit 2 because he deserves to :>

HE DOES!!