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Welp.

I started Blue Lock last week. Watched season 1, season 2, and the movie. I got hooked started the manga.

I accidentally caught up to the manga and ts is torture. 😭

Gimme a new season or something!!! I can't keep waiting each week for a new chapter of Peak Lock 😞

[lvl1l1]

“Am I allowed to…”

asking the lads men for permission for something incredibly basic! <based on this tiktok trend>

[Xavier, Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus, Caleb]

XAVIER

It’s 1 a.m. The diner is mostly empty except for a sleepy couple in the corner booth sharing a milkshake and the night shift waiter who’s been calling you both “the cute late nighters” for months. Xavier’s slouched across from you, hoodie up, stealing fries from the basket he already ordered for himself even though he swore he wasn’t hungry. You’ve got the “healthy” grilled chicken wrap with side salad in front of you because you were trying to be good after a long mission.

You wait until the waiter swings by to refill waters.

“Hey, babe?” You tilt your head at Xavier, voice soft and sweet like you’re asking for the moon. “Can I order fries instead of salad? Please?”

The waiter stops dead mid pour. Water sloshes. The couple next booth over actually pauses their whispered flirting to stare.

Xavier’s straw falls out of his mouth. Milkshake drips onto the table. His sleepy blue eyes go wide, then wider, then horrified.

“…Can you- what?” He sits bolt upright, chair scraping. Looks at you like you just confessed to a crime. “Why are you asking me that? Like- like I would ever say no?”

You blink slowly. “I just… wanted to check. In case you wanted me to eat the salad.”

The waiter is frozen, clearly not sure if he should intervene in what looks like a relationship crisis. The couple is leaning in now, shameless.

Xavier’s face flushes from neck to ears. He turns to the waiter first, urgent, almost desperate.

“She doesn’t need to ask me. She can have fries. She can have the whole kitchen if she wants. Please- swap it. Extra fries. And… and maybe mozzarella sticks too? She likes those.”

Then back to you, voice dropping, cracking a little. “Love, look at me. Have I ever- ever made you feel like you can’t just order what you want? Did I do something? Say something? Because if I did I swear I-“

You can’t hold the giggle anymore. It spills out. Then full laughter, head dropping to the table.

His shoulders sag so dramatically the hoodie slips back. Realization hits like a truck.

“You… absolute menace.” He groans, long and suffering, dragging both hands down his face. “The waiter thinks I’m some kind of controlling freak.”

You peek up, still laughing. “It’s just a prank! I saw it online. I’m sorry-“

He points one finger at you, trying to look stern but failing because his ears are still pink.

“Don’t… don’t do that again. Why would I ever control what you eat? I always want you get whatever you want.”

ZAYNE

White tablecloth. Candlelight flickering. Zayne in a tailored suit, tie loosened just enough to look effortlessly devastating. You’ve both finished the main course, perfectly balanced, portioned, nutritious because he insisted on “refueling properly after your last mission.” The server just poured your drinks. The waiter arrives with the gleaming three tiered dessert cart: macarons, mille-feuille, chocolate ganache torte, crème brûlée with caramelized sugar you can hear crack when he taps it.

You fold your hands, look up at Zayne with those big innocent eyes he can never resist.

“Zayne… am I allowed to get dessert tonight?”

The cart stops. The waiter’s professional smile twitches. The server actually coughs into his fist. Zayne’s fork pauses halfway to his mouth. Slowly, agonisingly slowly, he lowers it.

“Allowed.” He repeats the word like he’s tasting something bitter. His brows knit. Green eyes scan your face for any sign of distress. “You’re asking me… for permission… to eat dessert.”

You nod once, biting your lip.

The silence stretches. The server starts backing away.

Zayne turns to the waiter, voice calm but edged with something raw. “She may have anything she desires from the cart. The entire cart, if necessary. Please prepare a selection, whatever she points to.”

Then he leans forward, elbows on the table, hands clasped so tight his knuckles pale.

“Tell me right now,” he says quietly, intensely. “Do you feel I’ve restricted you in some way? Have my comments about nutrition or health ever made you think you need my approval for something as simple as indulging yourself? Because if they have-“

You break. Laughter bubbles up, hand covering your mouth as your shoulders shake.

His eyes narrow. Then widen. The realization lands.

“…This is one of those pranks.”

You nod frantically, tears in your eyes from laughing.

Zayne exhales, long, controlled, like he’s centering himself. He sits back, rubs his temple once.

“When we get home,” he says evenly, “you are going to sit on my lap while I feed you every single item from the bakery down the street. And you will explain to me, thoroughly, why you thought it was acceptable to give me a near panic attack in a Michelin starred restaurant.”

(The waiter discreetly adds an extra slice of every cake “compliments of the chef” after overhearing “prank.” Zayne still makes good on his promise later. You end up too full to move.)

RAFAYEL

The gallery is packed. Rafayel’s latest collection glows under perfect lighting. He’s completely in his persona, silk shirt unbuttoned two too many, hair artfully messy, arm slung possessively around your waist while he talks to a cluster of critics and buyers. A server weaves through with champagne flutes.

Someone asks about your weekend plans.

You lean into Rafayel’s side, voice sugary.

“Baby… can I go out tomorrow night? With my friends? Just us girls?”

The entire circle freezes. Rafayel’s arm tightens instinctively. His champagne flute trembles. A critic raises an eyebrow. The server nearly drops the tray.

Rafayel turns to you in slow motion. Eyes huge. Mouth open.

“‘Can I’?” His voice cracks on a whisper-shout. “You’re asking me for permission to see your friends?”

You shrug delicately. “I didn’t want to assume…”

He sets the flute down so hard it clinks. Grabs your shoulders, gentle but firm, pulls you a few steps away from the group.

“No. Stop. Pause. Rewind.” He’s breathing fast now. “You can go. You can always go. You don’t need my permission for anything ever. Why would you even phrase it like that? Have I ever come off as too controlling? Am I suffocating you? Tell me. Right now. I’ll change. I’ll back off. I’ll-“

You lose it, laughter spilling out as you clutch his shirt.

“It’s just a prank.”

He stares. Blinks. Then groans so loudly several heads turn.

“You- cruel- beautiful- evil little-“ He drags both hands through his hair, ruining it further.

He yanks you back into his side, arm locking around you like a vice.

“You’re not leaving my sight for the rest of the night.”

SYLUS

Private corner table. Floor to ceiling windows overlooking the mall atrium. You’re sipping iced matcha while he scrolls through messages on his phone. A personal shopper from the attached boutique hovers nearby with fabric swatches; the café waiter is refilling water.

You set your glass down, casual.

“Sylus… can I borrow some money for shopping tomorrow? I saw a few things I liked.”

The waiter freezes mid pour. The personal shopper’s smile twitches. Sylus’s thumb stops scrolling.

He lowers the phone slowly. Red eyes lift to yours, first amused, then confused, then something darker flickers across his face.

“Borrow.” He repeats it like the word personally offends him. “You’re asking me… to borrow money. From me. For shopping.”

You nod, all sweetness. “Just wanted to check if it was okay.”

The silence is lethal. The waiter starts backing away like he’s interrupting something sacred. The shopper pretends to be very interested in a silk scarf sample.

Sylus leans forward. Elbows on the table. Voice velvet wrapped steel.

“Kitten. You have one of my black cards in your wallet. You could buy the entire mall and I’d consider it pocket change. So why, in front of witnesses, are you asking me like you need my approval to spend a single cent?”

His eyes narrow.

“If this is some kind of joke, it’s a bad one. If it’s not- if someone has ever made you feel like you need to ask permission for money, I want names.”

You crack, giggling so hard you almost knock over your matcha.

“I was just testing you.”

He exhales sharply through his nose. Sits back. Pinches the bridge of his nose.

“You’re going to pay for that,” he murmurs, low enough that only you hear. “Not with money. With every single thing you try on tomorrow, picked by me.“

He snaps his fingers once.

The personal shopper appears instantly.

“Everything she looked at earlier, send it to the house. All of it. And add whatever else catches her eye tonight.”

Then to you, smirking slow and predatory:

“Next time you want to test my patience in public, remember: I don’t play nice when I’m cornered.”

CALEB

Booth packed with your shared friend group from way back. Caleb’s arm slung casually behind you on the seatback, laughing at some dumb story. The server drops off the dessert menu.

You pick it up, look at Caleb with big eyes.

“Caleb… am I allowed to get dessert?”

The entire table goes dead silent.

Caleb’s easy smile vanishes. His arm drops. He turns to you so fast his knee bangs the table.

“Allowed?” The word comes out strangled. “Pipsqueak, what-”

Your friends are staring. One mouths “what the hell?”

Caleb’s face drains of color. He grabs your hand under the table, squeezing.

“Did I- did I ever make you feel like you can’t have something? When we were kids? Now? Tell me right now. Please.”

His voice cracks on the please.

You can’t do it anymore, burst out laughing, leaning into his shoulder.

“I’m just kidding”

He freezes. Then groans, long, dramatic, head dropping to the table with a thunk.

The friends explode into laughter. Someone smacks his back. “Dude, you looked like you were gonna cry.”

Caleb lifts his head, cheeks red, glaring at you but eyes soft.

“You’re the worst. I was trying to think of a time I’ve ever denied you anything.”

He flags the server over.

“Give her the biggest sundae you’ve got. Extra whipped cream.“

[louizee-ly-yours]

Kiss Cam at the game ❤️ Go Kuja Empresses, go !!!

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For practice I wanna draw people’s MC.

Send in yours!

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@awquaz @wolfofcelestia @a-chaotic-sideblog @zeezwbo

(i will post on insta too so in case you don’t wanna let me know!)

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2/?

@lettersformylovers @rafayelbiter @mikaylatteonthehouse @naomihatake

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Yall im back with 3/3 after so many months! (≧◡≦) ♡

I hope everyone likes theirs!

@riagraie @boldlyirishluck @weebinator01 @colette2194

[weebinator01]

AHHHHHH! SO CUTEEEEE!!!! 🫶🏽

[wolfofcelestia]

I made a Sylus Sorter

Updated to add Kitty Sylus because he somehow fell out of the code!!

Now you can have existential crises over choosing between Dragon Sylus and Kitty Sylus adfansdlfkj

If you want me to add more Syluses, let me know!!

[weebinator01]

The sorter has spoken....I do love my soft hubby 🥹

[weebinator01]

I love how Ivankov said they knew Crocodile's secret and we all immediately assumed Crocodile used to be a girl

....and then we decided Crocodile was Luffy's mom because why did he get so protective after he found out Luffy was Dragon's kid?!?!

[aanya-on-the-sunny]

Pure logic.

The only acceptable conclusion.

Croc is luffy's mother.

I just wonder if Sengoku knows....

😂😂😂

[weebinator01]

Oh the family reunion is going to be popping!!

Bigger question is…..does Garp know???

😂

[weebinator01]

I saw your post in the AOT community but I'm not in that so I can't really send anything there but i am currently rewatching AOT and I have a lot of thoughts because I really hated it. Hopefully it's not 19387472 years old and the essay is long written and submitted lol

Unfortunately, I have an exam in a hour so I will keep my ting brief. Let me know if you need me to expand

1. I made a much longer post on my account about how the plot twist really betrayed Eren's character. It's messy but if you like you can skim through it

https://www.tumblr.com/donovan-desmond-official/781480080537944064/rewatching-season-one-of-attack-on-titan-and-i-am?source=share

2. The Mikasa and Eren romance ending did feel forced, there was no really build up or evolution in their relationship. The entire story was just Mikasa pining for Eren and Eren pining for titans

3. Historia's marriage is full of misogynistic and homophobic undertones. To take and implicitly queer character and impregnate her at the last minute by a man miles down below is a very clear example of forced conformity. Stripping her of her power as a woman, as a scout and as a queen. I would have much preferred the idea of it being Eren's baby with the intent of it taking his titan (similar to what his dad did). Not only would it show eren devolving back into his father but also shows Historia's own ideology and gives her far more autonomy over her pregnancy.

4. The overall ending is rooted in colonialism and it turned the story from cautionary tale to a reflection of colonial anxieties. In short, the story promotes the idea that getting revenge on your oppressors makes you no different from them. It is in essence a way to shame the oppressed from fighting back and resisting because it implies that they too will become like them. The idea that given the right power we would act the same. The emphasis that Marley was acting in response to the war 100 years ago and not for the capital gain and military power. Having Eren kill 80% was a grand representation of the feared violence that the oppressed will engage in, senseless cruel and destructive.

This not only paints oppressed people as heartless (Note the religious aspects of colonization as a way to instill good morals into people) and prone to destructive violence but it also (intentionally or not) presents the argument that if the oppressed got power they would use it solely for violence and "senseless" revenge.

That last part is a bit hard to explain without going in depth on how exactly Marley oppressed Paradis and Eldians. Still, it's good to remember the history of Japan and it's reluctance to acknowledging their own past violence and how that reflects story telling in modern Japanese media. The deflection and over complication. And if anything you can look into the history of Haiti to understand oppression, responses to oppression, propaganda against oppressed countries etc etc

And good luck with your essay.

Thank you so much! I really appreciate it! I will make sure to bring up some of these points!

[berrykwiwi]

Levi seems like he would be the type to wake you up if you fall asleep around him to make sure you're not dead

[weebinator01]

Levi is the type of person that prefers to sleep on top of you, on his stomach with his head on your chest. Because, the only thing that can lull him into a peaceful sleep is the sound of your steady heartbeat.

[ruskaina-deactivated20220606]

aldjdhsksj this is funny as hell

[asexualzoro]

i just played/beat this dlc, and after my like 15hrs playing it i want to add: not ONLY is the map blurry, but to unblur it you have to unlock the ability “Headstrong” using skill points.

if you haven’t played the game, you get skill points from defeating enemies and completing missions. a normal marine found around the map will get you one skill point, for example, and completing a mission or sidequest might get you 200-400 (though it’s worth noting that in Zoro’s DLC, he doesn’t have very many missions, and there are no sidequests, so most of your skill points will have to come from defeating individual marines and pirates). most abilities in world seeker cost anywhere from 25-500 skill points (the most expensive i can think of right now from the original being Luffy’s Conquror’s Haki, which i believe costed 800 skill points)

now, with all that in mind...

Headstrong costs 999 skill points. it’s the single most expensive skill in the game. it costs more to teach Zoro to read a map than it does to teach Luffy to use conqueror’s haki.

[weebinator01]

This is great lmao. Someone give the developers a raise.

[violet-fluff]

hiiii! i saw your post about wanting something to write about, so i’ve got a question for ya! what’s your favorite screencapture and/or fanart of levi?

*slides this low quality image to you.* crisscross applesauce levi 🥰

Levi’s little criss-cross-applesauce position is so cute because he’s just so “whatevs” about what he’s seeing lol

But ugh there are so many Levi scenes to choose from. I love this one because Papa Levi leading his group like😍

And then idk what it is about the scenes that specifically pause on Levi to show his emotions that get me like 😍

[weebinator01]

You already know we stan our favorite Captain! 🤭

[bottlepiecemuses]

If Crocomom Is Real, Then That Means Mother In Law Hijinks With Boa Hancock

I am surprised no one has come up with one scenario which would be funny which is Boa Hancock finding out in the Crocomom theory that Crocodile is her beloved Luffy's mother. I just love to think either he tries to win Crocodile over to get his blessing or he thinks no half dressed skank is good enough for his boy. And as a result, she will fight in her mind her potential mother in law in order to marry Luffy. Because some say a woman's biggest enemy is her mother in law. I like to think that there are legends about mother in laws from the rare Kuja who have met them and they often get between a woman and her beloved. So, Crocodile is going to give her a fight she won't forget.

[weebinator01]

I feel like Shanks would be watching from the side (as Luffy's adopted Uncle) with an embarrassed Dragon, intrigued Mihawk, and a naive Luffy

[weebinator01]

Im fully convinced the reason Sanji likes women so much is because the only people who actually cared about him when he was young (pre-Zeff era) were his mom and sister

Growing up on a ship full of men probably didn't help him mature that love in the right way. He still has his respectful moments. But I feel like he just shows his appreciation in a slightly perverted way.

Still love my favorite cook though ❤️

[weebinator01]

Just a fun drawing of my oc (Gou Habiki) and his younger self

Trying to get better at drawing and posting my little drawings

[jame7t]

it’s fun to stay at the Y

[monster-fucker]

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[jame7t]

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[yahenni]

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[nyxwoven]

*smacks the side of my boom box to get the cd to stop skipping*

[capt-mal-reynolds]

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[edgarallanpoultry]

YOUNG MAN

[shark-tranny]

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[irishfry]

THERES NO

[gamergal-ds]

It’s fun to stayy at the Y

[transfeminine-anarcho-post-egg]

UONG MAN

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[holy-minseok]

We need mean!reader, angry!reader, misunderstood!reader, creepy!reader, gross!reader, toxic!reader, nonforgiving!reader, selfish!reader, narcissistic!reader, dark!reader, FEDUP!reader. That bitch is way too nice, passive, and sensible. ✋🏾😂

[weebinator01]

Let's not forgot pyscho!reader for the peeps who love a good true crime fic 😃

[wakeywakeyprotocol]

LUFFY CAN STRETCH?? LIKE FULL ON JAKE THE DOG SHIT?? HES NOT JUST SOME AUTISTIC GUY???

[wakeywakeyprotocol]

Y’all are laughing but this post was made in a legit state of shock

I didn’t know he could do that, that was not a plot point I ever saw get mentioned anywhere till I started watching it 😭😭😭

[wakeywakeyprotocol]

Not even joking I made this face when he got shot and the bullet got flung out

[weebinator01]

Welcome to One Piece 😃

[shadowfear-art]

WIP trickster Crocodile

"We're certain that he was human back in Alabasta right? And got arrested... RIGHT?!?"

(The answer is "not exactly")

[weebinator01]

SOMEONE NEEDS TO MAKE A ONE PIECE THEMED CUPHEAD GAME RN!!!!