90% of my writing experience is doing this
“I’m gonna stop you right now… if I didn’t care I wouldn’t have bothered to be here. To drink with you. To invite you along. To bring you MY FAVORITE DRINK AND SHARE IT.” Its true he did care for the other. They had grown up together for a time and their paths had crossed more than once after that over the time.
How dare he say that he didn’t care about him. “You’re so self centered you’re acting like I’m deliberately here to ruin your day with my presence.”
He could see the redness in the others face but it only appeared to be strain from his screaming as far as he could tell. “You keep pushing people away like that you’re not gonna have anyone left. Or anyone thats not out to backstab you given the first chance.”
He stood up finally. “I was trying to help you have a good time but clearly the only way that can happen is if I leave.” He turned and started walking off.
“Good Luck Buggy.”
The clown opened his mouth to let out some other useless retort, but Shanks continued to speak. What he said was more hurtful than he likely realized, but it did calm the anger and produce the threat of tears instead. Sure, they had grown up together and shared many things- all good, bad, memories alike. They’d been through so much and still the rejection stung as if it had just happened. The self centered, weak, unlovable clown. That’s who Buggy was, and its exactly what Shanks reminded him of.
“Y-You’re leaving?” Buggy sniffled, wiping his eyes and feeling like he was a child again. What the hell was he doing crying like this? Was he ten?
Shanks huffed in annoyance ready to just get back to his ship but a familiar voice spoke up. One that was finally not making his ears ring with the loud screeching of anger behind it...
And of course it sounded sad and he felt guilty since it was his fault. He paused and looked back after a second. "Isn't that what you want?"
Had it been past relations between them Shanks had long moved on since it never worked out in the end as far as he could tell.
“Maybe if you weren’t such an ass we could have a good time. I thought you’d have moved on from whatever is making you act like this but clearly not.”
Shanks sighed now feeling like the night was far from being saved.
“Remember what?? I haven’t seen you or been around you long enough to actually DO anything.”
Buggy was beyond furious at this point. His face burned with embarrassment and hurt, and of course it was anger that would blurt out from him in an effort to hide how he really felt.
“ITS IMPOSSIBLE TO HAVE A GOOD TIME!!! EVERY TIME I LOOK AT YOUR F*CKING FACE ITS A REMINDER THAT YOU DON’T CARE ABOUT ME ANYWAY!! YOU NEVER DID!! WHY SHOULD I IGNORE THAT JUST SO YOU CAN HAVE A GOOD TIME?”
"I'm gonna stop you right now... if I didn't care I wouldn't have bothered to be here. To drink with you. To invite you along. To bring you MY FAVORITE DRINK AND SHARE IT." Its true he did care for the other. They had grown up together for a time and their paths had crossed more than once after that over the time.
How dare he say that he didn't care about him. "You're so self centered you're acting like I'm deliberately here to ruin your day with my presence."
He could see the redness in the others face but it only appeared to be strain from his screaming as far as he could tell. "You keep pushing people away like that you're not gonna have anyone left. Or anyone thats not out to backstab you given the first chance."
He stood up finally. "I was trying to help you have a good time but clearly the only way that can happen is if I leave." He turned and started walking off.
"Good Luck Buggy."
“Thats where YOU are. Anger is about the only thing I ever see from you…” Shanks turned to him eyes narrowed pointedly. He softened them and he looked more hurt than anything. “I cant even be in your presence without even saying a word before you try jumping down my throat just for existing.” He took the bottle back downing the rest of it.
“You choose to be angry because you hate me for something I don’t even rightly know if I did wrong or not. You hold onto it and make it your entire… I don’t know personality or something…I came here to have a good time with an old friend.”
The only thing? Had Shanks forgotten everything? The embarrassment took to the clown, causing his face to go as red as his nose. Of course he wanted to remind him, but that was a lot harder than just telling him to leave- even if that’s not what he wanted to happen at all.
“We haven’t had a good times in years!! What made you think this time would be different?” He scoffed. “You really don’t remember?” He didn’t remember how he had broken his heart all those years ago? How ashamed Buggy had felt because of it? It was both embarrassing and hurtful to remember. “Tch.. Of course you don’t!”
Had it been past relations between them Shanks had long moved on since it never worked out in the end as far as he could tell.
"Maybe if you weren't such an ass we could have a good time. I thought you'd have moved on from whatever is making you act like this but clearly not."
Shanks sighed now feeling like the night was far from being saved.
"Remember what?? I haven't seen you or been around you long enough to actually DO anything."
“Oi! I’m not the hypocrite here! You are!” Shanks huffed in mild annoyance.
“We are just back to square one again.” He figured it would probably be best if he just left. “You only want to hear what you want to hear anyway.”
“KEH!! Isn’t that where we always are?” Buggy growled before lifting the bottle to his lips and chugging back the rum until it was half gone. “SERIOUSLY?!?! YOU THINK I WANNA BE ANGRY ALL THE TIME?!?!”
"Thats where YOU are. Anger is about the only thing I ever see from you..." Shanks turned to him eyes narrowed pointedly. He softened them and he looked more hurt than anything. "I cant even be in your presence without even saying a word before you try jumping down my throat just for existing." He took the bottle back downing the rest of it.
"You choose to be angry because you hate me for something I don't even rightly know if I did wrong or not. You hold onto it and make it your entire... I don't know personality or something...I came here to have a good time with an old friend."
i think about this a lot
The guy got his life and career destroyed by his divorce, cut him some slack.
he was also sexually assaulted by a man who could destroy his career
protect him
reblog if the man on the right is just as beautiful as the man on the left
people grow old? like, that’s a thing that happens? leave my guy alone.
This man deserves everything let him he happy
Ok… This is what happened to Fraser
-His wife ditched him and asked for 900k a year,
-He was sexually assaulted which he said kicked him into a deep depression
-He stated that the stunts from the 3rd Mummy movie completely destroyed his body and he was in and out of the hospital for 7 years even having to get surgery to repair his vocal cords.
-He apparently blamed himself for all this which only worsened his depression.
This man has literally been through hell this past decade so please lets cut him some slack and wish him the best
All this but also that picture on the right is a really bad paparazzi photo compared with a professional quality movie promo still. No one looks good when some random person snaps you on the street, regardless of who you are.
Compare with this image from the GQ article last February:
Proper lighting, professional setting, good angles etc.
The dude is 49 and has had a rough couple of decades, but he’s still lovely to look at, and I’ll fight anyone who says otherwise.
Plus, now he’s in Doom Patrol, which makes me happy af.
And let’s not forget he was probably slightly to severely dehydrated to look that buff in he first photo. And I’m so pleased he got work again he seems like a good sort, and from the stealth pilot in Titans, Doom Patrol looks like it should be good.
It shouldn’t even matter what he’s been through. Body shaming of ANYONE is wrong.
ALL OF THIS
Plus
2019 Brendan is still slaying, so btfu
This post keeps getting better and I’m here for it
I love this whole thread
The last time I saw this it was only at the first ‘cut him some slack’ part and it just progressively gets better each time.
We support this Brendan Fraser in this home
I’ll say it again, the blue sweater photo in the OP was chosen because it was the most unflattering photo of him from that day. It’s a hatchet job! The same day:
I mean, look at this adorable face:
he looks like a really kind dad who would give good hugs and watch rubbish movies with me
Every time I see this it’s 1000 times better.
ALWAYS REBLOG to protect this man. He deserves it.
Must be protected at all costs.
Protect Brendan Fraser.
“What is that even supposed to mean?!?!!” Shanks laughed but he was also very confused at that.
“The only feelings I see from you are anger and you wear that on more than just your sleeve!” He sighed leaned back lazily. “You’re always angry and thats it.” It wasn’t entirely true. “You probably couldn’t even go a day without screaming at someone.”
“Y-You hypocrite!!” Buggy was exasperated, but leaned closer to the other man regardless. He was furious, for no specific reason at all. Just having Shanks talk to him at all made him angry.
“TCH. You’re always happy… I’m always angry…” He snorted. It was a pointless conversation, just like any other they ever had. Some things never change. “Then don’t tell me I always wear my flashy feelings on my sleeve! You don’t know what I’m feeling either!”
"Oi! I'm not the hypocrite here! You are!" Shanks huffed in mild annoyance.
"We are just back to square one again." He figured it would probably be best if he just left. "You only want to hear what you want to hear anyway."
“DAHAHAHAHA!!!” Shanks laughed and drank from the bottle. It spilled a little as he was hit upside the head but that didn’t stop him as he laughed again.
“What were you expecting? Is there some way you’re wanting me to feel??” He sat the bottle down and rubbed his head. “You can’t expect someone to feel a certain way just because you want them to! Especially if you’re not gonna be clear about it yourself.” Shanks stuck his tongue out at the clown.
Buggy grumbled, glaring at the redhead and resisting the temptation to smack him again. He wasn’t sure why Shanks let him do that, but he was pleased regardless. “I WASN’T EXPECTING YOU TO FEEL ANYTHING SPECIFIC!!” he spat, detaching both of his hands now to try and grab the bottle back. “Just– SOMETHING. AND WHAT’S THAT SUPPOSED TO MEAN?! You were just telling me how my flashy feelings are always out on my sleeve! Now what?!”
"What is that even supposed to mean?!?!!" Shanks laughed but he was also very confused at that.
"The only feelings I see from you are anger and you wear that on more than just your sleeve!" He sighed leaned back lazily. "You're always angry and thats it." It wasn't entirely true. "You probably couldn't even go a day without screaming at someone."
“Right now?” Shanks quirked an eyebrows and hummed looking thoughtful. “Nostalgic probably.” He shrugged. “Happy. Maybe a little too sober too.”
He reached out to take the bottle back for a few more sips.
“Tch…” He let him take the bottle away, but it didn’t stop his outburst. “THAT’S IT?!?! Then what was the flashy build up for?!” His detached hand fled over, attempting to hit his old friend in the head.
"DAHAHAHAHA!!!" Shanks laughed and drank from the bottle. It spilled a little as he was hit upside the head but that didn't stop him as he laughed again.
"What were you expecting? Is there some way you're wanting me to feel??" He sat the bottle down and rubbed his head. "You can't expect someone to feel a certain way just because you want them to! Especially if you're not gonna be clear about it yourself." Shanks stuck his tongue out at the clown.
Shanks let him take the bottle. “If you want to know what I’m feeling so badly then all you’d have to do is ask.” He didn’t look at the other and just stared off ahead over the darkening water.
“Eh…” Buggy blinked. There was no way it was as simple as that. “Then… what are you feeling?”
"Right now?" Shanks quirked an eyebrows and hummed looking thoughtful. "Nostalgic probably." He shrugged. "Happy. Maybe a little too sober too."
He reached out to take the bottle back for a few more sips.
That was probably the closest thing to a compliment that Shanks would ever get from the clown for probably another year.
“I assure you I am no robot. Were I, I think I’d have two arms again.” He wiggled his shoulders a bit and shrugged them.
“I do have feelings too. I just don’t wear them on my sleeves like most people.”
Detaching his hand, Buggy grabbed the bottle and let it float back over to him in his hand. “Maybe it might be nice to know just what you’re feeling sometimes.” He grumbled, finally leaning back to relax a bit.
Shanks let him take the bottle. “If you want to know what I’m feeling so badly then all you’d have to do is ask.” He didn’t look at the other and just stared off ahead over the darkening water.
Gol D. Roger’s like “I know a spot” but then you have to gather a pirate crew and find it yourself.
“Dahaha, of course you are! What was I thinking.” He took the bottle back and sighed taking a seat and kicking back comfortably making it known he was there to stay for a while. “You have more feelings than most people. Thats a fact.”
Buggy plopped down next to him, crossing his legs. He wouldn’t lay back just yet, but it would likely, inevitably happen. “What’s that supposed to mean!? Everyone’s got flashy feelings! You, though, I don’t know. If I didn’t spend so much time with you I’d think you’re a robot. A stupid, charming robot.”
That was probably the closest thing to a compliment that Shanks would ever get from the clown for probably another year.
"I assure you I am no robot. Were I, I think I'd have two arms again." He wiggled his shoulders a bit and shrugged them.
"I do have feelings too. I just don't wear them on my sleeves like most people."
“You? Feel bad?? I didn’t think you were capable.” Shanks laughed as the bottle was snatched from his hand.
“OF COURSE I’M CAPABLE, DUMB ASS!!” He was sure to take another swig before he’d give it back.
“Dahaha, of course you are! What was I thinking.” He took the bottle back and sighed taking a seat and kicking back comfortably making it known he was there to stay for a while. “You have more feelings than most people. Thats a fact.”
“Ah, I never would have known. Thank you for clearing that up for me. However will I cope.” He sighed and whipped out a bottle dramatically. “That’s the best way to do it.” He opened the bottle and took the first big long swig from it before passing it over.
“Oh shut up! Don’t make me feel bad!” He grabbed the bottle and took a big swig for himself.
“You? Feel bad?? I didn’t think you were capable.” Shanks laughed as the bottle was snatched from his hand.
Shanks stares and does his best to keep his mouth shut. He could do it… he could say it and end this mans career. But no, he wouldn’t do that. “Awh, thats mean. I’ve been told everyone finds it roguishly charming.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
“They’re just sayin that to be nice. What did you bring? Also, I don’t have any flashy cups, so from the bottle we go.”
“Ah, I never would have known. Thank you for clearing that up for me. However will I cope.” He sighed and whipped out a bottle dramatically. “That’s the best way to do it.” He opened the bottle and took the first big long swig from it before passing it over.
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“What makes you think I ever not have booze with me? Dahahaha!”

“I dunno! Cuz your face is stupid?”
Shanks stares and does his best to keep his mouth shut. He could do it... he could say it and end this mans career. But no, he wouldn’t do that. “Awh, thats mean. I’ve been told everyone finds it roguishly charming.” He rubbed his chin thoughtfully.
*bother bother bother*

“If you didn’t bring any flashy booze I don’t wanna see you.”
“What makes you think I ever not have booze with me? Dahahaha!”
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )
Angry
- “Make me.”
- “I dare you.”
- “Bite me.”
- “You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
- “Wanna bet?”
- “If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
- “Prove it.”
- “What’s in it for me?”
- “If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
- “Oh, well fuck me, then.”
- “Shut up!”
- “Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
- “I wish we weren’t out in public…”
- “Wow, you’re really strong.”
- “Wanna go for a ride?”
- “You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
- “Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
- “Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
- “You have really nice fingers…”
- “Are we going downtown?”
- “You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
- “That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
- “What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
- “Do you have to eat it like that?”
- “Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
- “Hey, stop biting your lip…”
- “Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
- “You’re standing a little close to me…”
- “Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
- “My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
- “Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
- “I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
- “*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”
Sexual tension sentence starters
as requested by anon. note: some of these work better if one of the muses is pushed up against a wall. part two ( x ) and more angry ones ( x )
Angry
- “Make me.”
- “I dare you.”
- “Bite me.”
- “You think you can just run that pretty mouth of yours whenever you want?!”
- “Wanna bet?”
- “If you complain that it’s hot one more time, I’m going to give you a reason to sweat.”
- “Prove it.”
- “What’s in it for me?”
- “If you bite your lip one more time, I’m going to do it for you.”
- “Oh, well fuck me, then.”
- “Shut up!”
- “Yell at me again, and I’ll give you a real reason to scream.”
Flirty
- “I wish we weren’t out in public…”
- “Wow, you’re really strong.”
- “Wanna go for a ride?”
- “You sure can’t keep your hands to yourself…”
- “Ah, I think I need a new bed.”
- “Can you help me with my tie?” / “Can you zip up my dress for me?”
- “You have really nice fingers…”
- “Are we going downtown?”
- “You should come by my place…I’ll give you the grand tour.”
- “That outfit looks good on you. But, you’d also look good without the outfit.”
- “What do you wear to bed?”
Awkward
- “Do you have to eat it like that?”
- “Uhm–t-those shorts look tight–”
- “Hey, stop biting your lip…”
- “Wha–is that a banana in your pocket?”
- “You’re standing a little close to me…”
- “Hey–you’ve got a little something on your face–”
- “My keys are in my pocket. Can you get them for me?”
- “Help me find the D? I mean, the variable–i-it’s math…”
- “I just wanna grab your bu–hand. Grab your hand.”
- “*purely staring at (muse name)’s lips*”





