oda shouldn't have made it a point of zoro never calling sanji by his name once in the entire manga if he didn't want me to picture a scenario where zoro singlehandedly brings sanji back from the germa influence simply by calling out his name for the first time
call me a dreamer but I think a shot of Ed shirtless and shot from behind with Stede wrapping his arms around him to cover the "no one" part of his "trust no one" tat so it just says "TRUST" would've been nice
He uses it to keep track of his physical fitness during times of recovery. Writing down those intrusive thoughts that slowly make their way into his psyche and mold into his character as a leader.
And he fills in any empty space with a few random sketches that either accentuate his notes or lead into a head full of nothingness.
Soap keeps his journal close to the chest at all times. It's an extension of himself, and with that, is deeply personal.
Yet it's not the detailed aspects of him between those weathered pages that he wants to keep from prying eyes.
It's that newly created section in the back portion, behind endless pages of blankness and a tattered postcard from Paris.
It's a section purely devoted and intimately detailed...
to you.
Your laugh. Your smile. The way your eyes shimmer in the warmth of dawn sunlight.
The way you always roll your eyes at him when he lights up another cigar.
And scold him for having one too many whiskys after dinner.
Short snippets of how you sleep; the way you reach and cling to him during the long depths of the night.
Your muffled, indispensable whispers rolling off your lips while in the tight grip of REM sleep.
The distinctive way your breath catches in your throat every time his fingers glide over your breasts.
Your moans.
Your taste.
The way your body writhes underneath him in the depths of endless pleasure.
All of these notes and snippets are surrounded by intimate and casual sketches he took in the most candid of moments with you.
Your favorite is where he captured your smile while on the beach.
His is while you were sleeping with nothing but a sheet covering your naked form.
Perfectly capturing your feminine curves, accentuated so elegantly by the delicate fabric.
He adds as much as he can by memory while on deployment, but he prefers to capture you more in real time.
To steal those moments and brand them into his pages for when he needs them the most.
You never ask how many times. You don't need to know.
As long as he returns to you in one piece at the end of the day. There's no need to care how caked that man's journal is.
tagged by my favourite @fiddleleafedfig i always love seeing you in my notifs.
the game: pick an artist and answer each question with song titles. this is so fun. perhaps my favourite of the tag games yet. i saw some good opportunities with the killers, let's see how this goes.
what's your gender? Glamorous Indie Rock and Roll.
how do you feel? Smile Like You Mean It / Everything Will Be Alright.
if you could go anywhere... Your Side of Town.
favourite mode of transportation? Runaway Horses.
your best friend? Read My Mind / Andy, You're A Star / Here With Me.
favourite time of day? Midnight Show.
if your life was a tv show? This Is Your Life / Exitlude.
relationship status? Just Another Girl / I Can't Stay.
your fears? Dying Breed.
and of course no pressure tags: @fairylittlebitch @axe-of-ender @daydream-of-a-wallflower @just--vi and literally anybody else who wants to, consider yourself tagged by me x
poplar hawk moths (Laothoe populi) from my light trap this weekend
these moths are relatively common in the UK wherever their foodplants (poplar and willows) are found. these ones are from a small wetland area in my local park!