hi brooks

As I was re-watching one piece film z I remembered why Brook is one of the most beautiful Strawhat members:

he’s protecting his captain from the rain, but he’s so tall and the umbrella wouldn’t reach Luffy, so he BENDS DOWN IN ORDER TO COVER HIM.



He’s already dead tho… yohoho

And then they just walk off like that, with Brook holding up the umbrella for the future pirate king like nothing, because he’s such a wonderful skeleton and HE CARES FOR HIS CAPTAIN HEALTH, GOSH NO DROP WOULD DARE TOUCH HIS CAPTAIN’S FAIR SKIN FIGHT HIM !!!!


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1) One of the most beautiful chapters I ever read in One Piece.

Originally posted by alnxcix

2)  Before Jimbei words…

The sadness in Nami’s face has made me cry:

3) Vinsmokes are disgusting and sexists. I hope Nami puts her Perfect Clima Tact in their anus. 

4) Luffy is the most clever, kind and beautiful main character I ever read in the shonen manga whole history, and I love him so much, so much.

5) The way Sanji thinks in his nakama brokes my heart again.

5) Sanji’s tears are poison for me, but the way in wich he is absolutely hopeless, kills me.


In One Piece, the slaps of love are the best:


Originally posted by week

Eric: *Talks about hurting Brooks on his website*

Eric: *Throws an ice chunk at Brooks’ windshield and cracks it*

Eric: *Is an asshole to Brooks in general*

April 20th

Eric: “Brooks I like you now, get out of here, go home.”



I’m sorry, but I’m little confused about positions on Senior Class photo. It seems like Brooks has his elbow on Eric’s knee, right? But Eric’s legs look really funny, I mean, due to bottom of Eric’s combat boot, is it possible? Doesn’t make sense.

In the senior photo when they did the goofy picture, there’s a foot on the fat dudes (next to brooks) lap and I’m just wondering - is that Dylan’s foot????? And who’s knees is Brooks resting on?? I’m so confused lol.

I’ve studied and studied this photo quite a bit myself and and it’s not easy to figure out!  So, you’re not the only one that is coming up short over it! The thing that doesn’t make much sense is the body part in light blue denim jeans that I put a ‘?’ by. But, we can determine from the first photo, that Eric is wearing black BDU pants. Brooks and Zack have slightly nuanced shades of dark blue jeans so this means.. the light denim jeans have to be Dylan’s! His body is slopping forward and his looong thighs are kinda squeezed in together and all we can see are the tops of his knees  Brooks has his hand lazily resting on the top of Dyl’s knees.  I used to think that was Dylan’s boot..but I it seems too small given that Dylan had a size 12 foot.  It can’t possibly be Eric’s boot, because his body is leaning in the opposite direction. No way would he get his boot swung forward.  So, the only logical explanation would be Robyn’s boot. I don’t know what kind of rugged boots she has on but that would give her a fairly sizable foot for a girl - maybe size 9 or 10.  Which would mean that her right leg is bent, leaning on top of Dylan’s thigh (which we can’t see behind Zack) and she’s resting her boot on top of Zack’s leg.  That’s the best I can deduce of it presently!  :)  The photo really is a puzzle-like conundrum..   

And, by the way, Zack is not a “fat dude”, he is stocky, people, stocky. Sheeesh.  The poor guy…

Science Fair part 11

Originally posted by teenager-stuff

Bucky high school AU request, where he and the Avengers are basically the popular crowd but not arseholes and the Reader is kind of nerdy and just keeps to herself and her small group of friends but catches his eye? xxx - anon

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A/N- I’m sorry, I know I suck at getting this series updated especially when there’s so many of you following it and asked to be tagged. Still, thank you so much for all the support you’ve given me these past few months whilst I agonised over this series, it’s meant a lot to me. To think this all started with one forgotten request is crazy. Sadly (for you, not me) this is the last part of the series, to wrap it all up, thank you for reading and I hope you enjoy!

Part 1, part 2, part 3, part 4, part 5, part 6, part 7, part 8 , part 9 , part 10

“Has he asked you yet?” Florence asked eagerly.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile on your face, “No. He doesn’t need to, we’re going together anyway.”

Florene huffed, “But think of all the possibilities, the things that boy is capable of it would be the best promposal in school.”

“He did all that stuff to get me back. I don’t need that for a stupid school dance anyway.”

“You’re no fun,” Florence grumbled.

You laughed and nudged her shoulder, “C’mon, let’s go to class.”

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This is just like Robin over and over again.
Not the part ‘my-friend-in-danger-let’s-sacrifice-myself-to-protect-them’ but the part when they think (or in this case, say) that Sunny (or Merry) is their home. This is more touching for me, since they are all actually didn’t have a real home (Nami’s orphan, Zoro is wanderer, Usopp is alone, Sanji is unwanted child, Robin’s home already destroyed, Chopper is discarded by his herd, Franky lost his mentor, and Brook is left alone). They are trying to make a new home for themself, but in the end, Luffy is the one that find them and make a real home for them.

I guess it’s safe to say that for Straw Hat Pirates, their real home is actually Luffy.

@andygreyson793 “Was brooks such a liar?”

Well Eric seemed to think so😃 There are also some reports from other students in the 11K who claim Brooks was less than honest:

  • John Savage - said it was somewhat well-known that Brooks embellishes his stories. 
  • Patrick Kelly - said Brooks considered himself a “master philosopher” & that Brooks tended to lie alot. 
  • Layne Newton - said she would not trust Brooks at all, describes him as a “good talker.”
  • Renee Kinsella - said Brooks had a reputation as a “male gossiper” and doesn’t believe Dylan and Eric would trust him with info about the attack. also, wasn’t surprised Brooks was on tv so much because “he’s an actor.”
  • Nate Dykeman - said Brooks was never a part of the group and is a compulsive liar, and that no one he knows likes Brooks.

(thanks to sororityalpha on the columbinemassacre forum for this list)

Brooks even admits in “No Easy Answers” that he was dishonest from time to time in order to seek acceptance:

“I went through a period of trying to be what I thought other people wanted me to be - a person they would like and accept. I started bragging about myself, making up whatever I thought might make people like me. I’d tell people I had tested with a really high IQ, or I’d lie about how many miles per hour my fastball was. It was a stupid thing to do, but when you want friends, sometimes you try to paint yourself as someone other than who you really are. You watch what other people are doing, you figure out what’s ‘cool,’ and you adapt accordingly.”

NaruHina: Perfect

“Na-naruto-kun?” she calls out to him hesitantly.

Naruto’s heart jumps. A heat of frission creeps from his chest all the way to the tips of his ears.

“You can come out,” he laughs nervously, one hand scratching the back of his head, a force of habit.

Hinata gingerly steps out from the bushes, arms wrapped around her torso. The flimsiness of her satin dress makes her feel uncomfortably bare. She finds Naruto standing by the edge of the brook with his back to her, one hand scratching his golden head and the other clutching her sandals. She clears her throat to signal that she’s ready, though she doubts she is.

Naruto turns and stares slack-jawed and breathless at the vision before him. An ethereal, dark-haired deity clad in silver has graced him with her moon-soaked presence.

“A-are you okay, Naruto-kun?” Hinata checks sheepishly. Naruto has been staring at her for a good five minutes now and her face has already gone past all possible shades of red.

He remembers to breathe, but he doesn’t take his eyes off of her yet. He never wants to. At the moment, he just wishes nothing more than to kiss her bare feet and worship her in all her light-eyed glory.

A series of thunderous snaps interrupts their awkward exchange, followed by a burst of kaleidoscopic lights piercing the night sky. They can hear the celebratory cheering from the nearby village and for a second, they forget their trepidations.

“We should go, Naruto-kun,” he hears her say. His breath hitches when he realized she’s moved in to stand beside him. He feels trapped. The loud drumroll in his chest is going to give him away. So he looks to the sky, pretending not to hear her.

Hinata blushes some more. She knows her current visage is distracting. She scolds herself for putting Naruto in a compromising position.

Music starts to play from a distant, loud enough for them to hear through the trees from where they’re camped.

Naruto cards a hand through his hair and gathers all his shinobi valour to speak his heart.

“Hinata, will you dance with me?” he proposes, looking her in the eyes with an outstretched hand as invitation.

Hinata could have fainted. She’s certain that if it weren’t for gravity, she would have already floated away. But she’s not a child anymore; she has a firm grasp of herself now. And she’s equipped with a clear understanding of Naruto’s feelings for her since their mission on the moon.

She might have had an embarassing unscheduled change of attire for tonight, but their trip through the trees somehow, has taken a turn for the magical. So she takes Naruto’s waiting hand and steps into his space, away from her vacillations.

The music sings through the leaves and Naruto steers Hinata like a fragile porcelain doll. He is aware of how strong she actually is, he doesn’t deny that. But he longs to coddle her nonetheless. He drops her footwear on the forest floor, and catches the small of her back in the palm of his free hand. He doesn’t really know how to dance, but she makes him want to try. She’s always made him want to try— to be stronger, better.

Hinata sways against Naruto’s chest, taking in as much of him as the moment would allow.

“I have to remember to thank Rokudaime for sending us on this mission together,” he notes playfully, leading them into a languid waltz. Hinata’s heart flutters with joy at the thought of their hokage setting them up in time for White Day. She’s uncertain if they had plans, but if they did, what they have now is by far, so much better.

They slow their dance and instinctively draw each other closer when a familiar tune echoes from the village. Naruto gapes in quiet awe of Hinata’s hair, how it looked like liquid obsidian under the pale moonlight. He catches a digressive strand and lovingly tucks it behind her ear. She shudders at the gentleness of his touch and she becomes painfully conscious of how unruly she must’ve looked at the moment.

“I look like a mess,” she mentions shyly.

He’s never really seen Hinata look entirely like a mess ever. Even when she’s battered and bloodied, Naruto never really saw her as anything but doll-like and elegant. The thought amuses him and makes his heart twist with an inexplicable ache. His hand finds her chin and their eyes meet, finally seeing each other truly, for the first time that night.

Hinata feels like she could drown in the blueness of his eyes. Even as they dance in the darkness with nature as their witness, inside his eyes, there is only cloudless skies on a peaceful summer day. His arms tighten around her possessively. Her senses begin to dull. All she could focus on are his lips; Naruto felt the same. Their lips meet as if they’ve found their place, and they melt into each other’s embrace in a different kind of waltz.

Fireworks take to the sky again, drenching the forest in a prismic display of shadow and light. But the two shinobis remain completely oblivious to anything other than the reunion of their lips. Eventually, they come for air, bitterly breaking from their passionate escape. They touch foreheads, arms still tangled around each other, all smiles. And Naruto mutters under his breath, “Hinata…”

She waits, her eyes closed, lost in the lullaby of his voice.

“You look perfect tonight.”

Inspired by Ed Sheeran’s Perfect.
For my dear friend @psyclopathe. Thank you for always cheering me on!

Sometimes, when the sky is clouded over and the sea is dark, Brook forgets. He sits very still on the mast bench with his white bone-hands folded in his lap, and stares at nothing. He doesn’t react when people pass him by. Sanji calls them all in to dinner, but Brook seems not to hear.

Eventually, Zoro gets up from where he’s been sleeping in the grass, and approaches him. The others disappear into the mess, the sound of their voices a distant murmur once the door closes behind them.

“Oi, Brook.”

The skeleton is singing, Zoro realises, a deep humming under his breath.

“Hey.” Zoro reaches out and places his hand gently on Brook’s arm … bone. It feels odd; thin and hard under the rough fabric of his suit.

Brook stops humming. He looks down, studies Zoro’s hand for a long moment. Then he looks up. “Oh. You’re real,” he says.

Zoro nods. “Come on. If we don’t get up there, Luffy will clean our plates.”

“Yes.” Brook clears his throat and stands up quickly, fussing with his hat like he’s embarrassed, or maybe moved. Moved that it was real after all. The voices are not in his head, the ghosts are solid and alive. He is no longer alone.