because i love you brooke

anonymous asked:

I love how everyone is like 'It's okay you didn't get the map' but Brook like 'Oh I got it but that not important right now. Let me tell you what Big Mom did to me' lol.

HAHAHA 2017 is Brook’s year and nobody can make my think otherwise.

Ok, can we talk more about this? First, he was sleeping comfortably WITH A YONKO.

Then and more important. HE STOLE 3 PONEGLYPHS TO A YONKO IN FRONT OF THEIR NOSES!!! 

Poneglyphs that will tell us more about the misteries and story of One Piece!! The Void Century, Raftel, Great Kingdom, Ancient Weapons… They ask him if he really got the poneglyphs. And he says:

He is like he didn’t just do something important or amazing, when it is!!! IT’S AMAZING WHAT BROOK JUST DID. NOT TO MENTION HE FOUGHT AGAINST BIG MOM AND IS THE FIRST PERSON WHO HURT ONE OF HER HOMIES. SO PLEASE, GIVE MORE LOVE TO BROOK BECAUSE HE DESERVE IT

DON’T FORGET MY WORDS: HE’S AMAZING

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“Robin, promise you won’t go.”

“Alright, I promise you won’t go.”

you know why i love brooke davis? because she can be a complete bitch and there are some things that she does that just can’t be excused by saying “ohhh no she’s just misunderstood” and she starts her progression as being not very intelligent, having a reputation of being a slut, being bitchy and cliquey and all that, but she does her best to tidy herself up and she chooses to dull down some of those characteristics because she doesn’t want to be seen as just that anymore, and she takes her story into her own hands but at the same time she embraces her flaws and her slutty, kinda ditsy, playful, bitchy self and never once apologises for it? i am who i am, no excuses. props to oth writers for having brooke fall in love and grow tremendously as a person without slut shaming her

of-all-things-crazy11  asked:

I absolutely love your blog and it's content. I voted for ships (Call me a sailor because I love ships) and my name is Brooke. Please and thank you.

brooke

the smell of new books, the easy silence of long car drives, freshly baked brownies, sliding down hallways in your socks, the comforting warmth of a bedside lamp late at nigh

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