One Pieceワンピース [Alabasta Saga] : Shichibukai Sir Crocodile “Mr. 0″ vs Captain “Straw Hat” Luffy
“This world is full of peace-loving fools like Vivi. Easy for someone who’s never been in a real battle. Don’t you agree? You’re an incorrigible fool, boy! You’d give your life to help some stranger you’ve just befriended. I’ve deserted dozens of fools like you!!”
The Alabasta Saga felt like the longest segment ever but it was not without its merits. Baroque Works was unique and the members were edgy & mysterious. Daz Bones “Mr. 01″ & Miss Goldenweek were amongst my favorites but ofc the best member was Bentham, alias “Mr. 02″ Bon Clay! Let’s not forget this was also the saga we first met our beloved Portgas D. Ace! :’-) Crocodile really set the tone for the Shichibukai and what kind of pirates we could expect the crew to meet in the New World. I’d say he was the first villain I wasn’t entirely sure Luffy would triumph against (and Luffy did lose like twice if my memory is correct). Other golden eggs this saga gave us were Zoro vs Daz Bones, Sanji as Mr. Prince, and Nico Robin joining the Straw Hat Pirates!
Summary: Jean catches you and Eren hanging out, resulting things getting a little steamy.
Word Count: 775
Warnings(s): Language, slightly mature themes
Note(s): This was my first ever one-shot, so please excuse mistakes and amateur writing.
“Come on Jean, you know it meant nothing! It was just two friends hanging out!” You desperately cried to your enraged boyfriend.
You and Eren had been hanging out – just the two of you – at a local fair that they had every year. It was a pretty trashy fair; one of those cheap ones they only have set up for a week tops. It only had three rides, and all of them looked absolutely not safe. So, being the chicken you were, you had dragged Eren out of the non-safe trashy fair and to a small café. Both of you were laughing and having fun that you hadn’t even noticed he had his arm wrapped around your shoulders. And just as you were having fun, you had ran into Jean at the small café who was hanging out with Marco at the time, and that had caused all the fun to come to an unexpected stop.
“He had his arm around you [Name]! How is that ‘just friends’?!” Jean shouted at you, causing you to flinch at his harsh tone.
Summary: Negan flirts with you repeatedly. But never asked you to be his wife, until now.
Also, thank you for 500 followers!!❤️
Negan x Reader
“Well, hello Y/N” you could hear the smug voice of negan directly behind you. You rolled your eyes without him noticing. You were in the sanctuary canteen collecting your food. “Y/N…” he whispered your name like a lullaby into your ear. “Why isn’t my lovely lady speaking?” Your eyes rolled so far back into your head, you thought you lost them.
“I’m not ‘your’ lady” you turned and was shocked to see how close he was to you. He grinned loving how annoyed you were, you knew he loved winding you up.
“Keep your sexy knickers on!” he raised his eyebrows and all his men laughed.
“Like you’ve ever seen or will see my knickers.” You made sure his men heard, and they did. They roared with laughter as you took your food and stormed out. Negan gave them a death glare and they immediately stopped.
didn’t know who was more excited about today, your five year old daughter or
your husband. It was Easter and you’d decided to take your daughter to a fun
Easter egg hunt and Andy decided to tag along when he heard about free
and Andy sat with the other parents watching your daughter run around the small
wooded area with a cute little pink basket which still had no eggs in. Your
daughter was smaller than the other kids and some of the eggs had been put
quite high in your opinion.
scowling love or you’ll get wrinkles, what’s wrong?”
stroked your hand across the table and you sighed.
of the eggs have been put high and our little girl can’t reach them which is
then we’ll have to do something about that then y/n.”
were confused as to what Andy meant but before you could question him your
daughter came running up to you with an empty basket and a pout on her
daddy, I can’t get any eggs and the other kids laugh at me.”
was the spitting image of Andy right down to his blue eyes, the only feature of
yours she had was your long h/c hair that nearly reached her waist. Andy picked
her up and put her on his lap.
you like daddy to help you princess?”
please daddy. Mummy can he help me?”
couldn’t say no to two sets of bright blue eyes staring at you with puppy dog
he can angel, just make sure you get the most eggs then.”
high-fived my daughter after y/n gave us the all clear. I helped her off the
chair and took her small hand in mine, when y/n first announced she was
pregnant five years ago I was scared but then my little princess was born and
ever since then she was my world and I’d do anything to make her happy.
was right about some eggs being too high so I hoisted my daughter up and
allowed her to pick them while the other kids weren’t around.
you for helping me daddy, I wanted at least one egg and now I have more than
seeing her little face light up as she admired the eggs in her basket made my
heart melt. I crouched down so that I was in front of her and kissed her
forehead, I still had a good eight years before she hit those moody teenage
years and I stopped being her knight in shining armour.
make a good team princess, now how about we cash these eggs in and get some
she was definitely her mother’s daughter with her sweet tooth. I led her
towards the table where you handed in the eggs and got chocolate in return for
each egg in your basket. The middle aged woman smiled warmly at us as I lifted
my daughter so she could hand her basket over.
precious; you have a beautiful daughter sir.”
you, she’s my little princess.”
woman handed us ten Easter eggs because we had ten eggs in the basket, y/n was
going to be proud of us. As we made our way back over to y/n I noticed she wasn’t
alone, Ashley was here with his son as was Jake and the three of them were laughing
their heads off.
Ash and Jake, look at all the eggs daddy helped me get.”
down next to y/n and put our winnings on the table before leaning over and
kissing her while our daughter pestered her uncle’s.
you got lots of eggs Andy, you’re the best dad for helping her.”
you’re the best mum for not snitching me out to the people in charge.”
laughed and swatted me away. Our daughter was currently sat on Ashley’s lap
wearing his cowboy hat which was way too big for her.
you’re not turning my princess into a cowgirl.”
put his hands up in surrender.
can’t hurt a guy for trying; now how about you share all this chocolate?”
I could protest our daughter shut me down with a single look and handed her
Uncle Ashley one of the Easter eggs. Jake burst into laughter as did y/n.
Andy she’s definitely got her mums knack for shutting you down.”
shook my head and held y/n closer to me; this was the perfect way to spend our
Thank you every one who’s ever interacted from the first gif set to this one. It’s difficult to calculate, but in total this blog was given over 500,000 notes in the year or so of active content creation, hitting a record high of 100,000 in a single month (most of the total are in the first year which was at least 90% of the techtonic activity)
Hey guys! I was recently asked to do a bellarke fic rec, and with Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day just around the corner (21st of August; go appreciate fanfic writers y’all!), I thought it was a good time to find my favourites.
I’m posting under the cut, because it got a bit long and I didn’t want to make your dashes annoying. I’ve tagged the writers whose tumblrs I know, and used some people’s names like I know them even if I don’t – let me know if you want me to remove any of that (or add a tumblr I don’t know). I’m giving little review/summaries and mostly just being amazed at all the awesome fics we have in this fandom.
So, anyway – Happy Fanfiction Writers Appreciation Day!! This is me letting you know I appreciate you all a lot. Read these fics!!!! They’re great, and I encourage everyone to send writers (all that you like, not just these ones) love and kudos and comments to let them know you like their stuff.
okay so i did promise i would celebrate this milestone with a bang & so let’s begin the firework display!!! :) honestly though, i can’t believe what a year 2016 has been. so much has happened in the world, and to me in my own life. but really, the highlight (& this might sound lame but idc) is this site - during this year, i have met some people on here who i would probably give my life for. i have been allowed to just be me, weird and awkward, terrible and affectionate, over the top and silly, and somehow i have been loved for being this person. i’ve literally never felt that from a collective group of people before so… thank you. you will probably never understand how touched my soul is by this whole experience.
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The Seven Mistake
Road Trip (or, “How To End A Friendship In A Stolen Minivan”)
The first mistake was letting Elizabeth plan the snacks. She
was excellent at picnics and dinner parties, and we figured those skills would
be pretty transferable, but it turned out that she was terrible at road trips.
Instead of plastic-wrapped finger food that basically meant nothing but empty
calories and vague nostalgia, Lizzie had prepared actual food. The sandwiches she
made were so artfully stacked it felt nearly criminal to squash them, but the
alternative was littering the upholstery with lettuce, so we had to squash them
anyway. She looked at us accusingly as we blatantly failed to appreciate her
efforts in plating, but she was still Elizabeth, so after the sandwiches were
goddamn miniature key lime pies, and I don’t even know why we invite her on
these things. She’s hopeless.
The second mistake was leaving the music up to Tabs.
Historically, her taste had been pretty good, but half-way through our senior
year she started dating this weird hipster from the local college, and, I swear
to God, it was like she couldn’t remember what actual driving music was. I
don’t mind the occasional venture into experimentalism, but she had no right to
saddle the rest of us with the various travesties she promised us were cool
before they were cool. It took all of my self-control not to leave her (and her
iPod) at the state welcome centre. Well, all of my self-control and a direct
threat before she got out of the car.
The third mistake was trusting Charlotte when she said she
knew a good campground. Spoilers: there is no such thing as a good campground.
There are campgrounds that don’t completely suck, but “good” is a far stretch
for all them. Charlotte insisted that this one had water and power and even
WiFi, and, to be fair to her, it did have all of those things. But it was still
an effing campground, and I hate sleeping on the ground more than I hate
hipster music and miniature key lime pie.
The fourth mistake was bringing Kendra at all. Which is too
bad, honestly, because she is generally the most tolerable of all of us. She
might be great at talking us out of detention or happily completely group-work
projects while the rest of us do the absolute minimum, but she has a bladder
the size of a freaking pinhead, and every time we stopped for her, Tabs would
get out to stretch her legs or do yoga or some shit, and I’d be all tempted to
leave her behind again. It really started to eat on my patience, which made me
want cheesies, which we didn’t have, because Lizzie brought, like, artisanal
quinoa snaps instead.
The fifth mistake was believing Ally when she said she
hadn’t been texting her boy-friend. They had this whole awkwardly adorable
quasi co-dependent thing going on that summer, so really, this was 100%
predictable and therefore entirely on us. At the same time, if she’d been able
to sext like a normal person, we would have been fine. But no, she had to tell
him where we were and, more
critically, where we were going, and
that really put the kibosh on keeping this a secret from our parents, because when
they realized we were missing, he was first person Ally’s dad asked. When Tabs
threw Ally’s cellphone out the window, I turned up the awful hipster rock for
almost 10 seconds before I got so mad I had to physically sit on my keys the
next time we stopped for Kendra to pee.
The sixth mistake was leaving Abigail in charge of navigation.
I picked her because she is level-headed in most scenarios (including a general
lack of what I think is totally justifiable rage re: the music situation), and
because of everyone I knew well enough to bring on this trip, she was the one
best suited to sitting next to me in the passenger seat for hours at a time.
She sounded so confident reading exits and road signs that I never really
thought to question it until we’d been in the desert for two hours and were
running out of gas and I remembered that we shouldn’t
be in a fucking desert in the first place. She apologized, of course, but
by then it was pretty much too late.
The seventh mistake was all me.
I’d been so mad. I couldn’t remember who or what or even
really why, except it was everywhere inside of me: bones and blood and breath.
I wanted out, before I broke everything, and so I called the first six people
in my contacts list and told them we were going on an adventure. I gave them
their assignments and told them when I’d pick them up. And then I set my alarm
for earlier than my family ever saw morning, and stole the car.
Not my best move, probably, if the flashing lights behind us
were any indication.
Tony and Peter sharing the same sentiment on why they do what they do, they both blame themselves for not doing enough, and feel the responsibility to do more and better, to protect the people and the world they love and care about (inspired by @knightinironarmor [x])