what i'm doing instead of my reports

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✿ 64 MarcoAce

64. Clinging hug

Marco has long since gotten used to some very overexcited greetings. He’s had Luffy fling himself out a window to say hello, Thatch almost fall down a flight of stairs, Haruta jump off a flight of stairs, and Ace usually barrels straight into him, sometimes sniggering and picking him up, laughing about how light Marco is. 

But this is weird, even by his usual standards.

Ace continues to cling to him, arms wrapped tight around his torso, and Marco can’t help but awkwardly pat his back, asking, “Are you okay?”

“My grandfather wants to meet my fiance.” Ace says to Marco’s shoulder, and Marco frowns, leaning back to stare at Ace.

“You don’t- have a fiance.” 

Ace casts him a pleading, desperate look, and Marco’s eyes go wide. 

Please!” Ace begs before Marco can scrounge up anything in his defence, “He’ll kill me for lying to him. Or at least make me do a training session with him! I’m fit but I’m not that fit!”

“Why did you lie in the first place?” Marco hisses, looking over Ace’s shoulder to see a ridiculously buff old man grinning at the both of them, his lips stretched as wide as Luffy’s usually went. 

“He keeps setting me up,” Ace whines.

“Just tell him no, yoi!” Marco says back, nose crinkling, but sighs in defeat and can tell Ace feels it when he’s gifted with a beaming smile and Ace quickly latching onto his hand. Ace bounces onto his tip toes and presses a quick kiss to Marco’s cheek.

“I owe you one.”

“Fuck yes you do,” Marco mumbles in reply, before giving Ace’s grandfather his most disarming, mild smile. “Hello, sir. It’s a pleasure to finally meet you.”

Ace’s grandfather laughs uproariously, “No need to be so falsely polite! I know you were trying to get out of this for months. All those trips right when Ace was supposed to bring you to dinner-” he slams his hand into Marco’s back, and Marco’s almost sent stumbling, looking up to see Ace’s grandfather still grinning, the hint of pissed mania to the glint of his teeth. “Can’t get out of it now, boy.”

While Ace’s grandfather laughs, Marco glares at Ace and hisses, “I’m gonna kill you.”

Ace grins sheepishly. “Love you too, birdbrain.”

anonymous asked:

I'm tired of being harassed for being female player in Overwatch. I am a very fluid player but I play healer when I know my pals are better at dps or tank. I'm always told to "make a sandwich/get back into the kitchen" or hit on my guys probably younger than me. It makes me so uncomfortable and whenever I try to get people to report it they go "no" and pass it off as a joke. Girls shouldn't be treated this way no matter what role they play in this game.

Men that do this are so insecure pls don’t let it get to you. I promise you the only reason why they do this is because they can’t play the game and are terrified of us
I’d recommend finding a team instead of going in alone and using mic without friends backing you up against these men that never spoke to a woman in their lives before

The Coach Who Knows He's In A Sports Anime.
  • Coach: I've been in this business for 20 years, so I've picked up a few tricks
  • Coach: First, the team that always wins is usually made up of underdogs, a scrappy, ragtag group who's main talent is passion and willpower.
  • Coach: Also, it helps if you have a main duo with a special ability to work together on plays.
  • Coach: But the most vital secret to my success is what I like to call the "Spartan Method" This might bring up images of rigorous training and severe behavior, but in reality, I'm tapping into an age old military technique. On the battlefields of ancient Greece, the spartan generals allowed and ENCOURAGED homosexual relations between their men, so that, instead of fighting for some vague cause, they would be fighting for each other. The more homoerotic tension on your team, the better.
  • Reporter: And how many national championship trophies do you have?
  • Coach: 112

do you see what im doing instead of my lab report. I put sans face into meet your future self and… .. .