I'm required to do a persuasive essay for a class for a large portion of my grade
so obviously I'm going to come directly to Tumblr to look for useless and completely random things to argue about
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love language barrier
a fan comic of sanji and zoro from one piece, during the wano raid scene where sanji bandages zoro.
panel 1: sanji looks disgruntled, a cigarette hanging out of his mouth as he ties strips of bandages together. he asks, “hey. still alive in there? say something, wouldja?” zoro answers from off-screen. his speech bubbles are shaky, and his words are occasionally interrupted by groans or hitches of breath. he says, “do… you think… luffy feels… attraction?”
panel 2: a closeup of sanji’s gobsmacked face, shocked by the seemingly random topic. he shouts, “what?!”
panel 3: zoro is wrapped in a cross-pose in bandages with only his face visible. he says, “on the roof… i could almost swear he was putting the moves on traffy…” sanji practically yelps, “traffy?!” with a large, jagged speech bubble.
panel 4: a closeup of sanji’s hands as he continues to wrap zoro. he says, “there’s no way. you’re hallucinating.” zoro snaps back, “he was hanging all over him! and they were fighting and arguing and stuff!” sanji replies, “and what did you think that meant?! we do that, crap-swordsman!”
panel 5: a closeup of zoro’s face. his expression looks fairly neutral, though his eyebrows are slightly raised as he processes sanji’s words.
panel 6: the same closeup of zoro, but now his brows are furrowed and his mouth is flattened in embarrassment. his cheeks are flushed as he comes to terms with the realization that arguing is not always considered a form of flirtation.
panel 7: a full-body silhouette of sanji tending to zoro by candlelight. after a moment of silence, sanji asks, “mosshead. how hard did kaido hit you.” zoro answers, “pretty fucking hard.” sanji repeats, “pretty fucking hard, yeah.”
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Jeff Buckley's poem, “New Year's Eve Prayer,” performed at Sin-é, Manhattan, NYC, 1994.
You, my love, are allowed to forget about the Christmas you just spent
stressed out in your parents' house.
You, my love, are allowed to shed the weight
of all the years before,
like bad disco clothes.
Save them for a night of dancing stoned with your lover.
You, my love, are allowed to let yourself drown,
every night,
in bottomless, wild and naked symbolic dreams.
You, my love, in sleep can unlock your youth
and your most terrifying magic;
and dreaming is for the courageous.
You, my love, are allowed to grab my guitar
and sing me idiot love songs
if you've lost your ability to speak.
Keep it down to two minutes.
You, my love, are allowed to rot
and to die
and to live again,
more alive and incandescent than before.
You, my love, are allowed to beat the shit out of your television,
choke its thoughts and corrupt its mind.
Kill! Kill! Kill! Kill the motherfucker!
Before the song of zombified pain
and panic
and malaise
and it's narrow right-winged vision
and it's cheap commercial gang rape becomes the white noise of the world,
turn about is fair play.
You, my love, are allowed to forgive and love your television.
You, my love, are allowed to speak in kisses
to those around you
and those up in heaven.
You, my love, are allowed to show your babies how to dance
full bodied, starry eyed, audacious, supernatural and glorified.
You, my love, are allowed to suck in every single endeavor.
You, my love, are allowed to be soaked
like a lovers' blanket,
in the New York summertime,
with the wonder of your own special gift.
You, my love, are allowed to receive praise.
You, my love, are allowed to have time.
You, my love, are allowed to understand.
You, my love, are allowed to love.
Woman, disobey,
when little men believe.
You, my love, are Rebellion.
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I would love to see your Richas' (and any of the Brazilians' really) phone headcanons!! Super excited to see how different each phone is going to be! You are so talented :0
Omg hi again! Sorry these took awhile was doing some totally not rushed research lmao but I got the Brazilian line up! Welcome Richas, Bagi, Cellbit, Pac e Mike!
Qsmp Brazilian Comms Links Headcanons
The resident trickster, Richas!
Based on a DOCOMO D253IWM
The Wayfinder Queen, Bagi!
Based on a nokia 7260
The Cannibal we all know and love, Cellbit!
Based on a sony ericsson p1i
Mr Tazer himself, Pac
And Craft, Mike!
Both based on a t-mobile sidekick lx
Previously, the French Qsmp Comms,
Up next, Morning Crew and Late night Trio!
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If I don’t want to fix my BPD symptoms then I don’t have to. People can accept me as I am
There’s a difference between what people mean when they say people should accept you for who you are and accepting certain behaviours.
You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. Of course not. This also means other people don’t have to put up with things that aren’t good for them. I found it helpful to work on my behaviours though because the consequences of them were damaging my quality of life. Losing loved ones was hard on me. And it was valid of them to leave because it was best for them.
Edit to add: In short, you don’t have to recover if you don’t want to or aren’t ready to but other people aren’t obligated to sacrifice their own mental health if it’s affecting them.
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Some autism banners I felt like making after I went nonverbal in a meeting today 👍🏽
if you use them please like or reblog
Edit: I've been told that nonverbal should only be used when addressing the nonverbal community, so I have made edited versions of these userboxes which you can find here!
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