#wait i know

[dkunknowing]

Who tf is this actually. Why did Disney make him a shy little twink with a very low self-esteem issue

No wonder why he doesn’t have any friends

[meowriring]

I wanna bfr rn, I need to see a fan fiction or headcanons or whateva where the reader is NOT the MC, but rather, a student already, never been isekaid , and just like a background character, I literally dream I meant, like I DREAMED it 😭I was a fucking student from somewhere like a province full of people who are like from a cold region, where education is limited but magic is potential, and got a letter from the headmage stating a student exchange program like, The fuck you mean student program a female student to a whole ahh boy student, and I'm the letter said that they're gonna open it for girl for this experiment and I got adopted by Crewel. Ion even know if its a fever dream or a random dream at a Friday night wtf 😭

[pixele-layton]

You know seeing somebody liked your post is nice. But seeing somebody comment “THE FUCK YOU MEAN MILK?!?!?!” is way more satisfying 

[majoryeager104]

“what if we were whale sharks ✨in love✨”

[jaxy-boy]

I'm sorry I'm never gonna get over how UGLY the Hydes are 😭

[romanxeisdeadbutimnot]

Vamp!Sanji x Zoro au drabble // (I've made lore to this specific au I still need to come up with a name for it)

Abandonment was a theme all too familiar to Sanji - his younger years were none to bright, and the outside world was known to be cruel. Immortals were not immune to the harshness of life, and Sanji was filled to the brim with scars.

The place he stayed at, the large mansion that had once belonged to his family, was his own sanctuary. Rarely leaving, Sanji knew the place better than his own name.

His body was weak at the moment. It was disgusting, how the blood of humans was the only thing that kept his body from turning into a beast of unlovable value.

Weakness meant Sanji couldn't stay his normal self. His taller body, his regular old self couldn't be sustained. His body would revert back into those forms, the ones that revealed the parts of Sanji that he either feared or couldn't leave behind.

Sitting on the windowsill, Sanji watched as the sun slowly started setting. The shade from the roof's edge kept Sanji safe, hidden from the harsh rays of the star.

Nobody ever visited. Not like Sanji had anyone to visit, anyway. As much as it pained him, he refrained from even speaking to the lovely ladies that caught his eye.

He couldn't get close to anyone. But that was a story for later.

In the distance of the forest, there was visible movement.

How odd. To see it from this distance, there must be something going on. Sanji had eyes everywhere around his end of this deadly forest, and yet he knew of nothing that could cause such ruckus.

The rare occasion of a visitor? Of perhaps, a lost soul viable for his next meal? Sanji wouldn't have to go hunting for small creatures all night, if he got lucky.

Little did Sanji know, that the visitor he would get would change everything.

[angelsaxis]

Those white women collecting overpriced starbucks cups bc of a lack of third spaces and overconsumption is the least the LEAST of my concerns they are supposed to be boycotting that shit!! When I saw those women lining up at Starbucks my first thought was not "lol what losers for getting excited over a cup" (that was my second thought) my first thought was THE FUCKING BOYCOTT

[ebi-noodle-doodles]

feels like im getting a mangekyo sharinggan cus this fckn headache and left eye is bout to pop