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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!

Jealous | Jean Kirstein 

Summary: Jean catches you and Eren hanging out, resulting things getting a little steamy.

Word Count: 775

Genre(s): Sfw

Warnings(s): Language, slightly mature themes

Note(s): This was my first ever one-shot, so please excuse mistakes and amateur writing.

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“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. 

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Event: Romance Trope Drabble

Trope: Amnesia

Character: Denny Duquette

TV: Grey’s Anatomy

Warnings: None!

Photo/GIF credits go to the original maker/owner

“So what you’re telling me is that Denny doesn’t remember who I am?” I asked, Dr. Burke.

I sat on the couch of Dr. Burke’s office as he explained that Denny had suffered a stroke. He just had been given a new heart a mere few weeks ago.

Before Dr. Burke could respond, I spat out another question as the panic set in, “Is it amnesia? Will he ever remember me?”

“Mrs. Duquette, Mrs. Duquette, calm down, please,” he asked, raising his hands up and down slowly.

“It’s called vascular dementia. Sometimes it is short term, sometimes it’s permanent,”

I bounced my leg up and down, my knuckle resting on my lips as I tried to control my emotions.

“Can I see him?”

Dr. Burke smiled, “Of course. Hopefully carrying on a conversation with him may help jolt his memory,”
Entering the room, I could see Denny covered in blankets with nose piece in for breathing.

He smiled, but it was one that he gave me when we had first met.

“Y/N, this is-” Dr. Burke started.

Denny interrupted him, “Denny, Capricorn, thirty eight and currently looking at the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever set eyes on,”

Tears blurred my vision. That was the same exact thing he had said to me five years ago… well, except for his age of course.

“Denny, this is your wife,” Dr. Burke said.

Denny’s smile slowly faded when he saw the tears roll down my cheeks.

“Hey, Darlin’, don’t cry,” he said, soothingly.

A small whimper left me when I turned my head.

“Doc, can we have a minute?” I heard Denny ask.

Quietly, Dr. Burke left.

“Y/N, right?” Denny asked.

My head was still turned as I nodded.

“Come here, please?”

Slowly I went to Denny’s bedside. He grabbed my hand and pulled me down to sit next to him, mindful of the wires.

“I didn’t mean to make you cry, Sweetheart,”

I sniffled, looking up at him and shrugged, “Not your fault,”

He cupped my cheek, wiping away the trail of tears, “So we’re married, huh?”

“Yeah,” I whispered.

“Hot damn, I have good taste,”

I laughed.

His wide grin faded into a soft smile. Holding my hands with his thumbs moving over the top, he dipped his head and gave me his boyish charm,

“Mind laying here with me and telling me about us?”

I gave a watery laugh and squeezed his hands, “Sure Denny,”

Toeing off my shoes and taking off my jacket, I laid next to him, cuddling up to his warm body.

As he wrapped his arm around me and kissed my head, he slightly grunted, “Hmm… this seems familiar,”

“Hopefully it won’t take as long for your memories to return,” I said, quietly.

“Hopefully,” he sighed, “because I have a smoking hot wife and I want to remember all the good times.”

We had a long road ahead of us, but there was no obstacle that could tear us apart.


Negan Imagine 

Summary: Negan flirts with you repeatedly. But never asked you to be his wife, until now.

Also, thank you for 500 followers!!❤️

Warning: Swearing 

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.

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Easter Egg Hunt (Andy Biersack) (Black Veil Brides)


Requested via Wattpad

Word Count: 773


You 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 chocolate.

You 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.

“Stop scowling love or you’ll get wrinkles, what’s wrong?”

Andy stroked your hand across the table and you sighed.

“Some of the eggs have been put high and our little girl can’t reach them which is unfair.”

“Well then we’ll have to do something about that then y/n.”

You 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 beautiful face.

“Mummy, daddy, I can’t get any eggs and the other kids laugh at me.”

She 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.

“Would you like daddy to help you princess?”

She nodded eagerly.

“Yes please daddy. Mummy can he help me?”

You couldn’t say no to two sets of bright blue eyes staring at you with puppy dog expressions.

“Yes he can angel, just make sure you get the most eggs then.”


I 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.

y/n 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.

“Thank you for helping me daddy, I wanted at least one egg and now I have more than one.”

Just 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.

“We make a good team princess, now how about we cash these eggs in and get some chocolate?”

“Yay chocolate!”

Yeah, 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.

“She’s precious; you have a beautiful daughter sir.”

“Thank you, she’s my little princess.”

The 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.

“Uncle Ash and Jake, look at all the eggs daddy helped me get.”

I sat 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.

“I see you got lots of eggs Andy, you’re the best dad for helping her.”

“And you’re the best mum for not snitching me out to the people in charge.”

y/n 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.

“Ashley you’re not turning my princess into a cowgirl.”

Ashley put his hands up in surrender.

“You can’t hurt a guy for trying; now how about you share all this chocolate?”

Before 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.

“Wow Andy she’s definitely got her mums knack for shutting you down.”

I shook my head and held y/n closer to me; this was the perfect way to spend our Easter.

This is my 500th League of Legends gif.

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)

I really appreciate every last one of you. Now, as always, the source video can be found here. And my entire gif tag is here.

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.

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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.

now, let’s cut to the chase. to celebrate this wonderful incredible achievement, i am hosting my first ever tumblr awards !!!!

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woowowowowowowow i hit 17k holy fucking shit you people are fucking amazing, i am blessed (◠‿◠✿) so to return the love here’s my first ever tumblr awards (◠‿◠✿)


- This is for my followers so mbf me obviously

- Reblog this (likes don’t count)

- Must reach 30 notes cause I’m high maintenance now


- A place in my updates tab for a month

- A Follow!

- 2 gif sets of their choice

- 2 screenshot promos upon request

- 2 icons of their choice

- My unconditional love and friendship


- 1 screenshot promo upon request

- 1 gifset of their choice

- My unconditional love and friendship

- A follow!

CATEGORIES (+½ runner ups, it depends):

Scott Summers award : best icon

Ororo Munroe award : best url

Raven Darkholme award: best theme

Peter Maximoff award: best posts

Jean Grey award: best original content

Alex Summers award: best xmen

James McAvoy Award: best mcavoy trash

Michael Fassbender Award: best fassbender trash

Peter Quill award: best multifandom  

Charles Xavier award: best overall

Erik Lensherr award: personal favorite

Deadline is September 25th  (◠‿◠✿)

Alright that’s it! Let’s do this thing!!!

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.


Alec + jackets/outerwear in 2a


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])