I was looking through someone’s blog to try and find the one piece ask meme they reblogged, but it was too far back and i’m impatient so i just made my own ‘cause i’m a literal trash can. so have these one piece asks in no particular order
copy/paste these emojis into the ask box of your local resident of anime pirate hell and watch them slowly disintegrate as they’re forced to choose between things they love. fun for the whole family
⛵️ - Fave pirate ship? (like boat ship)
🔫 - Fave canon arc?
🚽 - Least favorite canon arc?
- Least favorite character? (in general)
🙅 - Least favorite Straw Hat?
😀 - Most favorite Straw Hat?
😍 - OTP?
💀 - NOTP?
🙇 - A headcanon about <insert character>
☠ - Fave pirate symbol?
🏰 - Fave marine?
❌ - Least fave marine?
👾 - Fave villain?
🎾 - Fave battle?
😭 - Saddest scene?
😆 - Funniest scene?
😜 - Funniest character?
😳 - Any crushes?
👌 - Fave character design?
🃏 - Who has the Best Hat? (the true question)
🖍 - Fave filler arc?
🗡 - Least fave filler arc?
🆚 - Sub or dub?
☯️ - Anime or manga?
⏰ - How long have you been into One Piece?
🍎 - Fave Devil Fruit power?
🍏 - Would you eat a Devil Fruit if you had the chance to?
🐼 - Fave side character?
☔️ - Scene that made you cry the most? (not necessarily the saddest scene)
🌧 - Saddest backstory?
😎 - Funniest joke?
😱 - Most attractive character?
😐 - Most annoying character?
😕 - Scariest character?
👍 - Most powerful Devil Fruit power?
🗣 - Got any theories for how it’s all gonna end?
👏 - Fave techniques of <insert character>
🙏 - Favorite episode?
😏 - Favorite scene?
👂 - Favorite quote?
🙌 - Are you up to date?
❓ - What unanswered questions do you have related to One Piece?
▶️ - Fave opening?
Least fave opening?
👀 - Fave eyecatcher?
- Fave country/island visited?
🎆 - Something you can’t wait for??!!
🔝 - “One Piece is better than <insert something else you also like>”
🔍 - What do you think the One Piece is?
🔪 - A character who fills you with frustration?
💓 - Which character do you relate to the most?
™️ - How has One Piece changed you?
have fun answering these dumb questions and feel free to add your own if your heart so desires
Whoever wants to be tagged in my Dating Peter Parker, like and or reblog now.
After an anon had requested a Dating Peter Parker (I actually already had it written up, was just waiting in the queue for next week) I went back to proof read because I reread over and over again. And then I decided to add a fuckton of stuff. It’s gonna be great, perhaps one of the better things I’ve done.
SO, wanna be notified? Press that heart or arrow or even write a comment.
I have the best followers in the world and don’t want to wait until I reach a milestone to give a little something back. So, I decided to do written blog aesthetics for anyone who wants one! Here are a few rules:
You must be following me (this is for followers!)
Reblog this post (I will check)
If the blog you want me to write an aesthetic for is a side blog, let me know
Send me an ask with any flower emoji so I know you want an aesthetic
Tell me a little about yourself: what you like, your hobbies, how your day’s going, what you study, etc. The more the better :)
Be a little patient with me because I’ll be traveling for a few days soon
So, send me an ask and let me write some pretty stuff about your blog! If no one responds this definitely never happened. Feel free to blacklist #hwaesthetics (if there are takers).
So, chances are you have noticed I do not follow certain blogs. Here are my reasons why:
At one point, I was mutuals with a majority of these bloggers. In fact, since I joined this site in 2013 (during the heyday of the Xfiles 20th Anniversary) and was here prior to most, I was most likely followed first. That said, there was a time when the fandom wasn’t so drastically divided; we’d follow and support each other regardless of our individual beliefs in Gillovny…
due to popular demand, the blogrates are here! i’ve been meaning to do this since forever but never got around to it until now… better late than never! ♥♥♥ i’ll tag all rating posts with #alli rates things so please blacklist it if you don’t want to see them on your dash! ♥
RUTH WILSON (aka. flirty murderous redheaded sociopath alice morgan) as the eponymous jane, doing such a good job and making her thoroughly compelling and likable and yet never overmodernised or overprettified; this is the jane of the book, no question.
TOBY STEPHENS (aka. angry gay ginger disaster pirate captain james flint) as rochester, complete with wry forehead wrinkles and dramatic hair and just enough smirky charm to go with the overbearing manner that you understand why jane is like, oh fuck now I have feelings for my employer what do I do with these feelings THIS IS SO INCONVENIENT!!!
some very tense and erotic scenes which I feel charlotte bronte would have approved of on principle. girl was thirsty.
it’s shot in a desaturated palette which makes the little flashes of colour either sinister or joyous, which I really like.
because it’s a miniseries and not a movie, they have time to really RELAX and COMMIT to the gothic overwroughtness of it all, and feel out the fun edges and side characters of the story.
sidebar: I LOVE jane eyre the book. it has its problems, but jane! jane!! she is such a wonderful heroine and her point of view and her journey are both presented in such a sympathetic and involved way.
come on, it’s a SOULMATES AU ROMANCE, it gets its claws right into your id.
& to me, this miniseries gets all the important things right.
“Can you do an imagine where the reader is always purposely singing loudly and terribly around the guys and they take it as a joke, but one day cal (da boyfriend) and the guys come home early and hear da reader really singing and it’s beautiful and they find out that she actually has dis big YouTube channel but she just kept it a secret???”
Summary: Your ability in singing has been desrcibed as one that bleeds ears, but what happens when they found out your real talent?
A/N: Little late, but it’s better than never! I hope you like it and it was worth the wait though. Please, please, please, like/reblog if you enjoyed it - since it spreads the word and it’s a confirmation you liked my work - and also don’t forget to leave me your thoughts and comments. It makes me really happy to read your opinion on my work and it actually improves my writing. Happy reading! xx
You knew that they were out there by the signs they’d left behind On old abandoned buildings, just some X’s and some lines Half-circles in the concrete, crescents in the snow You could find the little beacons almost everywhere you’d go
Only people who were sick enough Knew how to read them right I got sick when I was seventeen And I’d hunt down signs all night
You’d listen for the voices in the generator’s hum Hang out behind the power plant and wait for them to come Hints about their mission in the rustling of the surf But no secrets can be kept from you if your faith is strong enough
Only people who’ve been sick too long Can hold on to the hope That some friendly ghost is listening to the prayers they learned to say At the slack end of the rope
“I don’t generally reblog my own stuff ‘n’ stuff but I consider this one of my better lyrics and I don’t think it’s widely known because I only played it like twice, so I’m doin the thing I don’t generally do"
Wait! Before You Reblog The Thing With Your Added Commentary
Ask yourself a few questions.
- Do I actually care about the issue? Or more about being right?
- Would I listen to myself if someone wrote exactly what I was about to write?
- Would I say it to this person’s face? Really? I mean really?
- Is there a better way I can say this?
- Can I just sit on this for thirty minutes to think about it?
- Am I making big presumptions about this person’s intentions? Do they really have the evil motives I think they do? Are they really the one-dimensional villain I’m portraying them to be?
- Am I just piggybacking off a popular blogger?
- Am I getting hung up on semantics or an innocuous word?
- Am I diminishing their post by setting up a weak parody of their argument, aka straw-man?
- Should I privately message this person to ask what they really mean?
- Could this person actually be right about a few things and isn’t totally wrong?
- When was the last time I ate?
- Am I just being a total a-hole right now?
- How can I use my blog for the good of humanity?
- Should I take a nap first?
- Should I maybe roll back my chair or get off my phone and step outside and breathe in the real world before reblogging some faceless blogger who is a human being with the same hopes and insecurities as me?
- Would it be the end of the world if I just scrolled past this and walked away?
Notes- You get a frantic call from your boyfriend Kyle, which leads you both to come to the conclusion that leaving is what’s best to do.
The floor creaked as you paced back and forth as the time inched by. Your boyfriend, Kyle Spencer, had frantically called you to ask if he could come over and talk to you about something. That alone made you nervous. He’s not one to get scared easily and everything about that conversation led you to believe he was. You were brought out of your thought when you heard the sound of a car door being slammed shut. You peaked out your door and watched Kyle walk up your sidewalk. “Hey,” he greeted as he stepped inside of the house. As you shut your door you asked,” What’s wrong?”
“Pants on dogs. Dogs should never be obligated to wear pants.”
“Ky, the real answer.”
“Can we at least go sit down somewhere,” he asked looking down at the ground.
“Yeah,” you took his hand and led him into your living room. You sat down together on your couch and watched Kyle take in several deep breaths. “There’s something I want to tell you, but I think you’ll want to leave me after you hear it.”
“Tell me it,” you said as you clenched your fists.
“There’s more of a reason for why I don’t want to go home than me just not liking it. My mom she… she abuses me. I’m like her little toy or something.”
“Does she hit you?”
“And other stuff,” Kyle bit his lip,”She always wants sexual stuff from me.”
“That’s awful,” you could feel your heart drop in your chest.
“I never like do anything back, but it’s easier just to let her do it because when I try to get her to stop it only makes it worse.” Tears began to form in the corner of Kyle’s eyes and slipped down his cheeks. You wrapped your arms around him and pulled him close to you. His arms slipped around your waist with his head buried into the crook of your neck. Your head rested on his as you rubbed circles onto his back, letting a few tears escape from your own eyes. Kyle raised his head up to look at you, but left his arms around you. You felt a soft kiss press against your forehead before you heard Kyle finally speak again,”I’m sorry.”
“Kyle, none of this is your fault.”
“But I dragged you into this as soon as I asked you to date me. You deserve more than someone who has my problems.”
“I love you, every part of you. Your past and things like that are just what made you, you.”
“I love you too, Y/N” You laid back on the couch and beckoned for Kyle to lay down with you. His head came to rest on your chest and his body soothed yours with warmth. Both of you stayed like that for a while without even moving, just enjoying being next to each and knowing that you both were safe in that moment. “You know,” you started,” We could always just leave here.”
“Are you serious?”
“We only have a couple more weeks left of college and we could leave.”
“I could just sign up for college wherever we go until I get my engineering degree.”
“We wouldn’t even have to tell anyone where we’re going to,” you said.
“How would we do it?”
“We could wait until late one night and shove as much stuff into your car as we can and just go.”
“You better decide where you want to go then,” Kyle said to you. He pushed himself up onto his elbows and began to passionately kiss you.
Thank you so much for reading. Please like/reblog. Ships, headcanons, preferences, imagines, and anything else are always welcome ❤
i’ve made a post about this before but it has too many add ons and it’s hard to read so here’s a better one:
my partner and i are both mentally ill and out of work. they’re waiting on disability and their therapist forgot to mail their papers and it all has to get re-filed so that’ll take months. i lost my job for vocalizing that i was getting severe pay cuts for no reason and haven’t been able to find a new one. we need food really bad, and other stuff like toilet paper and toothpaste that we’re out of rn.
please send a couple of struggling under poverty trans ppl some $$$ or reblog if you cant. my paypal is email@example.com tysm
In honour of Mother’s Day I give you a reblog of one of my favourite fics I’ve written. This one was written to try and bring some closure to the various and awful things that CC did to the mothers in his show. This one is for the momScullys who deserved better.
It is Wednesday. He’s been waiting since Monday. Her doorman assures him she is alive, coming and going in her hospital clothes, eyes tired and head bowed. Mulder can picture it. He’s seen her that way before, heavy with grief and pushing forward as if somehow she can outpace her pain. The last time it had been his fault. He’d watched her from somewhere outside his body, watched her plead with him, watched her cry for him and then sat in the silence as she bowed to her sadness, folded in on herself and then disappeared.
The day she left, Mulder tried to disappear too. He poured himself so far into a bottle of scotch that he couldn’t see the empty space Scully had filled and he had planned to stay there. He might have been successful without Maggie Scully’s intervention.
Mulder didn’t remember her first few visits; he’d simply woken up clean and in bed instead of filthy and on the floor somewhere. But as time passed his mind coughed back to life and he began to ponder the X-File of his own survival until one night, when she crept in with soup and a sad smile, she found him sober and sat on the couch waiting for her. That was the first night Mulder cried in front of Maggie Scully but it wasn’t the last. She smelled a little like her daughter. She had the same hands, firm but kind. And she still loved him.