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swedenis-h · 5 months
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chiaki-c · 2 years
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i have now watched this movie Twice
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introspectivememories · 7 months
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shanks and buggy denden au where:
the crew kinda splits up in the 2 year gap before roger's death and in an effort to make sure their sons cabin boys are alright, rayleigh puts them on the ship denden plan
so their little apt in loguetown has two dendens, one in the living room and one in their bedroom
they use it all the time. to call oden and toki, to call spencer. even to call roger, hoping that he'll pick up. (he never does)
phone calls are nice but nothing beats talking face to face and visual dendens are on the market they're just super fuckin expensive and both shanks and buggy are saving up for one. it'll be nice to see momo amd hiyori again.
anyway the execution happens and then the loguetown breakup and they pack up their apt in complete silence, each of them taking one denden.
(it'll be a decade and a half before they see each other again.)
they both expect the phone plan to just get cancelled but one day the mail seagull comes to them with a denden bill. turns out, the pirates denden company just grandfathered them into the old plan.
and you know what? it's not like they have any money and this plan is cheaper than all the other plans the company offers so they keep it. they get two separate numbers for the both of them and they dont think about it.
they decided to alternate the months they paid after one very terse call. or that was the plan but shanks is sooo forgetful all the fucking time and he never pays his denden bill on time. it ends up being buggy paying 8 months out of the year and shanks paying the other 4
(benn ends up setting up auto pay 5 years into traveling with shanks. what? it's not like they're broke.)
anyway buggy ends up becoming the terror of the east blue and shanks goes onto become an emperor and still neither of them change their numbers. they don't have the heart to.
and it's not something they consciously think about but sometimes when buggy gets drunk enough, he'll pull out his old ass denden book and trace his fingers over shanks' number. and if shanks is drunk enough he'll get halfway through dialing buggy's number before his brain catches up to what he's doing and stopping
anyway skip to marineford, and shanks is giving buggy a ride back to his ship. when they finally arrive at the island buggy's ship was docked on, both crews decide to throw a "im so fucking glad we lived through that/ captain buggy's the greatest!" party
buggy desperately tries to avoid shanks and shanks is literally holding himself back from looking for buggy but the party goes on and they get drunker and eventually they gravitate towards each other.
bc of course they do. they were shanksandbuggy, buggyandshanks, long before they were part of their respective crews. so they both sneak away from the party and they end up in shanks' room, with shanks sitting on the bed and buggy on his lap, curled around each other.
it feels just like their apt all those years ago. all those quiet nights on their fourth-hand couch, that they spent curled together -- buggy reading a book and shanks quietly talking his ear off.
(it was easier then. those two years where they had an apt together and the air was still heavy with the scent of hope. it was smth to look forward to -- 2 years and then captain will come back and there will be new adventures!
shanks got a job at the docks and buggy tried at least 17 different jobs before settling at a bookstore. and he'd go to work early in the morning and come back late at night to buggy in his hoodie, making dinner, ranting about rude customers.
and on weekends they'd both sleep in and cook breakfast together. or well buggy would cook breakfast, shanks would sit on the countertops and make buggy laugh. and then they'd spend the day inside or go out to eat. and it was good. better than good even. shanks could almost see why people stayed on land.
and then the execution happens and their father's blood stains the cobblestones crimson red and they seperate and then just as quickly as it started, it ends.)
that's when buggy notices the denden.
🤡: you still have that thing? 🍶: yes of course 🤡: and your number is still the same? 🍶: ....yeah. you? 🤡: yeah, never changed it. 🍶: why'd you keep it all these years?
and buggy may be drunk and his inhibitions may be lowered but he's still buggy at heart so he gives some bullshit answer
🤡 looking away: it was cheaper
and shanks knows he's fucking lying bc it may have been years since he last saw buggy but who knows buggy better than he does? who knows shanks better than buggy does?
🍶: c'mon bugs, tell me the truth. why'd ya keep it all these years? 🤡 unwilling to give in first: why'd you keep it all these years? 🍶: because i kept hoping that you'd be on the other end.
and buggy is floored.
🤡: .... what? 🍶: i kept hoping that if i kept my number the same, you'd call one day. 🍶: i can't tell you how many times i've picked up the denden, hoping it was you on the other end. 🍶, laughing sadly: i kept it all these years because of you. and you never called, not once. 🍶, cupping 🤡 face with his hand: why'd you never call bugs?
shanks is tearing up and buggy has already started the waterworks
🤡, sniffling: you knew where i was. why didn't you ever come and see me? 🍶: can you honestly say that you would've seen me? you probably would've told me to leave. so i stayed away. 🤡 hitting 🍶on the chest: idiot! i probably would've called at some point if you had came to me. but you never did and i just took it as a sign that anything we had was done and over. 🍶, grabbing 🤡 hands and staring into his eyes: how could you ever think we'd be done and over? it's only ever been you for me. only you. 🤡, full on crying by this point: idiot, idiot, idiot!
they're both curled over each other sobbing into each other's shoulder bc they could've had this the entire time but they were too fucking stupid
🍶: why'd you keep the denden, bugs? 🤡: haven't you figured it out by now? it was the only thing i had left of you. 🍶: you're such a fuckin sap, bugs. 🤡, blushing: shut up
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sanctus-ingenium · 7 months
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I saw on ko-fi that you're releasing your book, and I'm very excited. I'm having top surgery this week, and it'll be good to read it while I'm recovering! The sample you released earlier this year was fantastic
oh shit congrats on the surgery!!! wow, i'm really glad to hear that you enjoyed the demo, there's so so much more where that came from. i hope you have a smooth recovery <3
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why-the-heck-not · 1 year
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hate hate hate the feeling of turning in a part of an assignment and being hella embarrased abt how it is :3 like, feeling someone’s just gonna email me like ”hey?? what the fuck ??? what are u doing here this is garbage” like yeah dude i dont know what to tell you, things did not go well this week
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heavensmortuary · 19 days
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super cool pins from @deadmotelsusa !! really sick blog if y'all are into urbex and historical records
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spookythesillyfella · 8 months
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what's that? oh yes, I did manage to come up with a design for Sketch that doesn't make me feel bad at drawing <)
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noooo you can let me describe the doctors body trust me i totally wont be weird about it this time
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kosmo-mckogane · 2 years
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im sorry but im still thinking about how pidge's gender reveal scene was framed as some kind of revolutionary trans moment when it was literally her coming out as cis
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stardatez3ro · 4 months
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oc for a tng thing im writing :3 shes a thetian (species i came up w .theyre basically salamander people tbh)
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im actually extremely happy w this lol it might be my favourite thing ive drawn recently
( click on the img for better quality :] )
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effervescentdragon · 1 year
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toxic makkinen :)
They were always each other's only - threat and opponent and companion and competition - one.
Nobody would ever come close to What are you doing, Mika and a grasp on the wrist too hard and Don't do it, Michael and a pull into the shadows behind the Ferrari motorhome, not even a hundred meters away from where their families are and I dare you, Michael and a sharp turn to the right to push him out just enough to make him lose the lead and You wouldn't really, Mika and an overtake where nobody would dream to overtake except the two of them.
Michael's lips always ended up tasting like blood. Mika knows how those lips taste better than he knows anything else, except maybe how to take Suzuka and win. Michael used to bite - bite his lips bit his skin bite the words before Mika could breathe them out. He bit at the reporters and Mika laughed and he bit at other racers and Mika laughed and he bit at Mika's neck and Mika still laughed until Michael's eyes were unrecognizable with wrath and fire.
Mika didn't recognize himself in the mirror anymore either. It was supposed to be - it wasn't supposed to be this. Not like this. It was supposed to be fun and breezy and meaningless and just a matter of blowing off some steam after races, when they were both on the podium, when they both felt the rush, when nobody else could understand what it really was they were feeling, including them, but at least they knew they were sharing it with each other.
How can you not care for someone who is inside you, Mika thinks as he drinks his vodka in the Amver Lounge. How can I stop caring when he is inside me, when he is under my skin, when he is me and I am him and there is nobody else who will ever come close, he thinks, raising his glass to Michael's victory, another one, another fucking one. Mika knows it's just a sign of many more to come. Michael doesn't stop; he never did, he never will. He doesn't know how to, and even if he did, he wouldn't want to.
Mika doesn't want to stop either, not when Michael is the only one who understands, only one who touches him and bruises him and races him in a way that matters, but he can't lose anymore. He doesn't want to lose to Michael anymore, like he did last year, like he is this year, like he knows he will for who knows how many years to come. McLaren isn't giving him what he needs and Michael is a Ferrari legend already, acolades awaiting him, top step, the one for winners, his and his and his again. Mika can't look at Michael's face from below anymore, can't take the satisfied look in his face as he goes to his knees before Mika with a grin, somewhere too exposed, somewhere too public, his whole face radiating I win I win I win. He can't take how he can't say with any certainty I hate him, nor I love him, and can't ever seem to decide anymore which one is true.
Mika will not be able to beat him anymore, he knows. However - however. He can still make Michael lose.
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"I'm taking a sabbatical, starting next year," he says into Michael's ear and pats his knee as he moves to see Michael's face in the violet light of the club. Michael says nothing, smiling that ambivalent smile of his. Mika can't see any warmth in his eyes, and he wonders when was the last time he could. He can't see anything in his eyes, the lights are too bright and too dark and too fast; just like them. Michael pats his knee in return, shrugs a bit and slams his Jägerbomb in one swallow. Mika feels warm, from Michael's hand on him, from the vodka he drank, from knowing Michael understands he's lost.
That night, it's Mika's blood that coats their kisses, and Michael who laps it up, and Michael who hugs him from behind like he doesn't want to let him escape, and Michael's handprints on Mika's skin, bruising enough to leave patterns for days. It's Michael's fingers enteined with his, and Mika lets him take as much as he needs, because Michael did win in Monaco, and he deserves a prize. At least for tonight.
In the morning, Michael is long gone. Mika turns around in the bed and looks at the Monaco coastline through the windows of the apartment. He streches. There is a handprint almost visible on his thigh, if one knows what to look for. Nobody will; not again.
Mika ignores all the pain, and smiles.
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cult-of-dollbabies · 1 year
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Nah Lexy needed some serious humbling after being like lol shit bro you stink to Andy's face knowing damn well he's been tied up getting tortured for the past year WHILE HE WAS SOBBING OVER HIS (presumably) DEAD SISTER
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br1ghtestlight · 5 months
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When do you think they’ll get around to a flashback episode ala The Way We Were for Bob’s Burgers? How Bob’s first meeting with Linda’s family went? How her parents (especially her mother) react to her ending her engagement to Hugo? If they had saved up for her wedding or not and how Bob’s relationship with his father was at the time.
we would ALL love a bob/linda wedding episode but i think the chances of that happening are pretty low considering their wedding was not. an actual wedding and nobody in either family was involved (seems that nobody else attended anyway due to them having to work a few hours later) i also dont think gloria and al saved up any money for her wedding or anything. they don't seem like the type of parents who would give a crap about their..... kids LMAO
while i do think linda dreamed of having a big fancy wedding like a fairytale i think the idea of having to say his vows and confess his love etc to a room full of his friends and family is like bob's WORST nightmare so im not sure he would've been excited about a wedding anyway. we know they never had wedding rings(??) or an engagement ring so it seems likely they never had a wedding either
flashback episodes are always so difficult bcuz the show doesn't seem particularly interested in Doing Them. but we can dream
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hylianane · 3 months
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(gets ignored by my group of friends that i’ve known my whole life when i try to ask as carefully as possible if they want to maybe go out to eat with me on my birthday): :,(
(remembers I now have new people in my life who are always enthusiastic about going out with me, and try out new games and anime just because i told them i like them, and say insane shit to me like “I really wanna do this thing but Only if you’re there as well when I do it because having you there with me is what makes it special”): :D
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thebluestbluewords · 1 year
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I didn’t get very far in the story yesterday because I had Real Life business to take care of but!!!!
He finds desolate places soothing!! And now he can’t find that in Ramshackle because instead of being desolate it’s a place where he was happy with US!!
(and yes I know he’s here for the ~foreshadowing~ but he’s still my special boy and I love him)
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dnahelix · 10 months
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umm wrote.. a thing based off something i struggle w..? kjnd of? jay merrick posting
"I'm sick, I think."
He speaks softly, as if his words were fragile like glass. something, maybe someone, swiveled towards him, staring with eyes he could only imagine.
"ahha..? what do you mean?"
with a dry swallow, Jay furrows his eyebrows. his eyebags are starting to look sickly.
"I mean, I'm getting ill. my body is slowing. do.." his mouth feels dry. "..do you think i'll die soon?"
it thinks, for a moment, hesitating on its answer.
"No. Not soon."
"But eventually, right?"
He looks blankly at the dark walls, illuminated by yellow light. there's nothing there, yet somehow he feels like somebody is.
"Everyone dies. It's up to you to choose whether or not it's worth living."
Jay seems frustrated by this answer, delivering a quick puff. "I didn't ask for this, though. I didn't ask to black out or for some weird monster to follow me. I don't want it."
its silence, for a moment, and Jay realizes he probably looks insane. If anybody heard him, they'd probably shake his arm and ask, "Who are you talking to?" To that, he doesn't even know himself.
"yet you stay with it."
"what?"
it takes a breath, looking at Jay with an unreadable expression.
"You don't try to leave. All you did was reopen healing wounds. Why do you think Alex left? Did you think it was only purely for Amy?"
Jay sputters, trying to come up with a rebuttal, but he's shut down. He knows it's right. it's always right. always spouting off about the shitty things Jay has done, commenting on how low he has gotten, and for once, this was the only fight Jay surrendered in.
"You know what you're doing."
"..I know."
and yet, he doesn't seem to feel remorse. he only sighs, pulling the soft colored covers over him, and hopes that sleep comes easily tonight.
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