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Vad jobbigt, min mamma försöker iaf. Skickar mitt stöd

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För varje transfobisk kommentar jag hör från min farsa om tone så röstar jag på henne (förra gången jag gjorde dehär så fick jag slut på röster)
Vad jobbigt, min mamma försöker iaf. Skickar mitt stöd
@legendaryjarcollection asked for help fancasting Feral. After throwing some options back and forth Al-Jaleel Knox seemed to the one that worked.
And then I went looking for Savage and Michael Ealy seemed like a good fit.
(Cause square jaws and sharp cheekbones is not a common feature combo)
do you wanna know what i am Very Bitter about? Oda passed up the chance to make Ace 9 feet tall. I just- ACE HAVING INHERITED ROGERS HEIGHT. NO ONE WOULD BE ABLE TO HANDLE IT. NOT SANJI, NOT MARCO, NO ONE.
oda wouldnt make Ace 9ft tall because he would become too perfect and far too powerful
what's ur favourite pasta dish? why? if not, whats your opinion on pies
ohhhh hmmm probably carbanara? but we also discovered a white bean and kale sort-of-pasta-sauce recently and that is tasty as FUCK
I like pies! for the most part. I don’t usually ever buy them cause my baby sib, hand to god, makes the best brown bag apple pie on the planet, and I’ve been spoiled by it's decadence. I'm not too big on berry pies, but oh my FUCK can strawberry rhubarb fuck. might need to convince my sib to make me one
39 and 40 for handwriting??
All your art of the Fetts is just. Happiness Factory, I love it so much!! The way you make them so alive and funny and just...your art gives me life, I just wanted to tell you. It’s so incredible.
omg thank you! ;w; thank you so much i think your art is pretty wonderful too
Are you still doing the writing thing w two characters and a topic? If so, could you do Franky, Robin + marriage?
It takes a while, for Franky to ask the question that’s been burning inside him. “What do you think of marriage?”
He winces as soon as he says it, because he thinks he knows the answer. He chose today to take Robin to the botanical gardens, a good setting to speak alone with her. No one is around to disturb them, just the gentle flutter of multicoloured petals in the air.
Robin smiles that smile he loves, like she’s telling a private joke with herself. “I never imagined someone would ever want to marry someone like me.”
Franky’s jaw hits the ground, almost literally, he should probably tighten up some of the screws in his face sometime. “Really?! But, you’re beautiful! And smart, and-” “And a demon child. I never thought that common romantic ideals were ever meant for me, so I stopped thinking about them.” Robin pauses, laughter on her lips. “Until I met you, anyway.”
Her words sink deep into his heart and grip it, almost like her hands are there, squeezing it hard.
Franky blushes deep and reaches into his pocket, fondling the project he’s spent the last few months slaving over. He knows little about gem cutting, but when he had spied the little purple stone glinting in the low light of a cave… Well, he knew he had to get it for her.
He had chipped away at the stone surrounding it, a difficult task since most of his weapons were made for smashing and breaking indiscriminately. Sweat had poured down his forehead as he slowly chipped away for hours, to make sure he didn’t damage the fragile beauty of the tiny rock he sought. Until one of the crew - Sanji probably - had asked just what the hell he was doing, that they had to ship out soon.
He had begged the man for just an hour more, until he successfully broke the chunk of rock away.
Hiding it from the rest of the crew had been another difficult task.
He made up some excuse about finding an interesting material for a new weapon, or something along those lines to dodge questions about what he was really doing.
Franky had chipped and polished and shaped the stone, his hands would have bled had they still been made of flesh and bone, then made a ring out of white gold.
“It was meant for you, Nico Robin, it’s always been meant for you. You’ve just spent too much time around folks telling you that it’s not.”
Franky kneels down in front of her, gently taking her hands.
“Nico Robin, will you marry me?”
A wobbly smile spread across Robin’s face, her big blue eyes flooding with tears.
“Yes, Franky my dear, yes!”
Every time you’re on my dash I read your url as ecology
ecology is pretty cool so i am alright with that