#dabs violently

[onehitdrcgon]

Like for a starter u boomers 

[incorrectmarvelkids]

Peter, singing softly: We're going on a trip in our favorite rocket ship, zooming through the skies.

Peter: *headbangs*

Peter: LITTLE EINSTEINS

[inaweofdiana]

Some MAS WIP for the discord bc im dumb and tired and idk why its not letting me copypaste into the thing im just done for today yo

Takes place in my gang au and its established MAS and they’re at a club for a ladies fundraiser where a lot of dudes are in drag and Marco got there late

He saw Nami’s girlfriend Vivi dancing with Luffy’s friends Conis and Carrot. He was pretty sure he saw one of Sabo’s bosses, the one with the crazy long eyelashes, baiting Franky into an arm-wrestling match. He saw his brother Izo, obviously drunk, doing Boa Hancock’s makeup with a crowd of women around them. He also saw his boyfriends. He almost saw the gates of heaven as he felt his soul try to leave his body. Though with what they were wearing, it was equally likely that he almost saw hell with how quickly his mind jumped into the gutter.

Ace was wearing a bright pink tank top with lime green lettering on the front, which wasn’t out of the ordinary for him. What was unusual were his shorts. He had forgone his typical orange shorts he wore partying in favor of a pair of tiny purple daisy dukes. They were almost more sequins and rhinestones than fabric though. He was leaning around Izo to grab a handful of shots from Robin, leaning enough that Marco could see his entire chest through the wide armhole of his shirt, slashed down almost to the hip. The sides gaped open, showing that his toned chest and arms were splattered with rainbow paint. Sabo was just as bad, if not worse. He was wearing a white button-down shirt, unbuttoned down to his sternum. It was tucked loosely into a pleated grey schoolgirls skirt, which was held up partially by a pair of black suspenders that were far too loose to do any good. They were constantly slipping off his shoulders, giving him a debauched appearance even though he was fully dressed, showing less skin than Ace, due to the long semi-sheet black stockings that he was wearing. They smoothed his strong legs until they looked dainty rather than powerful. And they were both wearing high heels. Ace’s were a gaudy, glittery gold, with peep toes and ankle straps. The heels were so thin Marco feared they could snap at any moment. Sabo’s were patent black, tasteful, with rounded toes and a sturdy heel. Normally, Marco stood barely two inches taller than either of his lovers. But with those heels, it looked like both of them would tower over him.

[serospu]

f i n a l l y

[aabluedragon]

*BREAKS A WINDOW* SPEECH RECORDED AND SUBMITTED

[incorrectdrv3]

Mod Ryota, do you ever sleep?

Sleep is for the weak