Y'all Ever Notice How Hannibal Can’t Seem To Look Will In The Eye When He Admits “for Both Of Us?”

happy fucking birthday sad-ist and congrats for carrying this fandom on your back, who would we be without you

its the way chayanne only died bc he was trying to help phil and tallulah, he was still up and could've swam away once he revived phil, but that just isn't how chayanne is, is it? he had to die protecting someone. even if it meant nothing in the end and they all died.

its the way tallulah was in the middle of writing a sign, her most prominent form of communication. it's how she was frantically scribbling something down to phil and was downed during it. it's how she died right next to the other two, even when chayanne was trying to get to them. it's how she's only been on this planet for a week, less, and already has died and come back to life

its how phil was trying to stay calm and yet was frantically telling chayanne to res him so he could get to tallulah, it's how he realised there was no hope, he just started apologising to chayanne, over and over, told him that the island didn't want them to live, was so upset that he called upon the island itself to fix its mistake or incur his fucking wrath

And I'm officially insane,

One Piece Academy Chapter 42: My Only Little Brother, part 2 (Quick translation)

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*plop*

Luffy: GOMU GOMU NO...

HANABI!!

Lackeys: Waahhh!

Luffy: I'm all fired up!

Zoro: Now this is my thing. Unlike an undercover investigation.

Usopp: Dammiiit!!

Lackeys: What are these middle schoolers??!

Usopp: Corao, get everyone other than me inside your soundproof barrier!

Cora: What??

Usopp: I have a good weapon to sweep 'em away.

Cora: Got it, Usopp! Silent...

Usopp: USOOOPP ~

Usopp: NOIISE~~~~!!!

*screeeech*

Lackeys: AAAH!! MY EAR!

Usopp: Checkmate! Corao, I'm done here!

Cora & co: ?

Usopp : THEY CAN'T HEAR ME..!!

Lackeys: Gwaah!

Doflamingo: The meeting is postponed.

Fufufufu..

Lackeys: Don't let Joker escape!

Trebol: Behehehe...

Luffy: Where are you going, Mingo..!!

Cora: I'll chase Doffy.

Law: Cora san!

Cora: Sorry, Law..

But I must bring Doffy back.

Luffy: Go, Corao, Traffy!

Zoro: Leave the small fries to us. Though they're not worth cutting..

Sanji: We'll follow you soon, won't take two minutes!

Usopp: The brave man Usopp won't let a single man pass through!

Cora: You all..

Thanks! We'll be back soon after talking with him!

-

Cora: Your connection with the dark is severed. Stop already.

I won't let you take the path of destruction. There must be another way you can live!

Let's go home with us!

Doffy:

The place where you two live... It's quite far from here.

Cora: You knew..?

Doffy: Fufufufu, Not a place in this town that I don't know about.

I was so disappointed, when I was betrayed by you.

Same goes for Law, I took you in like a younger brother.

I let you study, taught you every bit of combat skill.

Cora:...

Doffy: And once again, today. I was supposed to take those underworld folks right under my palm.

Trebol: Behehe, it was worth a shot, wasn't it~? Now you know what will happen-

Doffy: My loss.

"???!"

Trebol: Doffy....!!

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i like phil being near-immortal, and i like techno being near-immortal alongside him, but i think that it works better when their specific brands of immortality are different. u know?

so it goes a little something like this:

The first time they meet, Philza is still young. Not young, you understand, but young enough that he has not yet been cut down to stark and jaded utilitarianism. He sets out on a journey into the nether and feels a tug on his sleeve and looks down to see some wide-eyed little piglin child whose parents are nowhere to be found, and his heart stirs.

So he teaches him: combat and farming and life in the Overworld, all of the knowledge that he’s gained over the years. Raises the boy like a son.

It takes twenty years before war starts building in the neighboring empire. Twenty years before the piglin child — now grown, of course, but still so desperately young — offers his service. Like he wants blood on his hands, like he wants to make somebody pay.

Phil buries him before the war is over.

He’s lost people before, of course. So many people. But it’s been a long time since those people were family. He plants a tree on top of the grave, a tiny sapling behind their home — his home now — and makes a promise to himself to stop getting attached.

The second time they meet, the sapling is fully grown.

The soul that will one day call itself Technoblade comes gasping into the world again, trembling memories of wings and violence that flit around the edges of his consciousness when he’s suspended between sleep and wakefulness, and he grows up a fighter. Bruised knuckles and scars that crisscross his back and shoulders like delicate lace, and when he runs into a man who holds himself with world-weary poise and the same wings that have haunted Techno’s dreams, he feels a jolt down his spine.

“Sorry, mate,” says the man. “You just reminded me of someone I used to know.” “Oh,” says Technoblade.

They get four years together this time before Phil has to plant another sapling.

Techno lives through six lives before Phil’s certain that it’s the same man every time. There’s another voice added to the chorus in each one, another whisper in his ear demanding things of him; at night, his dreams are full of a man with long blond hair and gray-purple wings and cold blue eyes. The memories slip through his fingers like sand whenever he tries to get a solid grasp on them, but the surety with which he holds a sword can only come from years of muscle memory that he’s never practiced.

They say that ‘Technoblade never dies.’ And it’s a lie, but there’s some piece of truth in it: Technoblade dies, and then he comes home again.

There’s a room for him in Phil’s house, kept tidy and waiting in his absence. There’s a journal that Phil keeps, writing down the history of each new lifetime, so that when they find one another Techno will be able to remember. There’s a vault beneath the floorboards that holds bits and pieces of the lives that Techno’s lead, armor and items and memories. There’s a place for him in the world, and Phil keeps it carefully maintained for the next time he finds it.

One lifetime becomes ten lifetimes becomes a thousand lifetimes.

It’s never quite the same, of course. Techno’s a grown man, battered and beaten and bitter but still standing tall; Techno’s a child, tugging on Phil’s sleeve like he did so long ago and asking if they’ve met before; Techno’s already in old age, battle-scarred but determined to track down the man he sees in his dreams. Sometimes they raze empires together, side by side in a blaze of glory. Sometimes they’re content to simply live in one another’s company. Sometimes they don’t meet at all.

Phil’s journal becomes a library, his vault an archive. The valley he lives in goes from open grass to a dense forest of trees that are planted in far-too-orderly rows to be natural.

And for every life that Techno leads, Phil’s always the one to bury him.

And yet, some will still claim: “The protests are antisemitic!”

My darling, I love you

Her lips are like alcohol

They leave a burning sensation after I kiss her

And they make me feel as if I am commiting a sin

But if I really am,

Then isn't she worth sinning for?

Isn't a love as twisted and wrong as ours worth it?

Isn't it enough to know that when I wake up the next day she will be by my side?

My darling.

I love you.

I love the scars in your arms,

I love your loud laugh, always appearing at the worst moments,

I love your voice,

I love the stories that you write for me,

I love how you look in that dress that you hate so much,

I love your reflection in the mirror

and that you always refuse to see it,

I love that you've never told me you loved me,

but still showed me that you do.

I love you,

I love you,

I love you.

someone: sherlock holmes is a machine, haven’t you read the books—

me, opening up my ornate copy of acd’s sherlock holmes, with its tender illustrations, pointing blindly to any line holmes says: he’s a sweet boy

he was gkjgn to call himself daedalus are you fucjing kidding me THISBIS SO FUCKED THIS IS SO FUCKED

If the new Bleach anime won’t give us filler about Urahara, Orihime & Chad travelling with Grimmjow to meet Ichigo then I riot. I mean the sheer concept of this team is hilarious. Can you imagine Grimmjow having to put up with not one, but two adorable pacifists and one extra irritating shady man, all at once? He’d explode every other minute and I’m here for every second of it.

Also what was the deal he made with Urahara?! We oughta find out, c’mon.

If not normal filler, then at least some comedic specials after episodes, like…

Orihime cooking for them & sucking at it so much that she somehow manages to ruin even the Hueco Mundo reiatsu that Hollows eat. 

Chad seeing Grimmjow’s resurreccion form and being in total awe bc KITTY. We’re talking “must adopt and protect”-mode here (Grimm’s even already dead too, just like the parakeet boy was lol).

Urahara getting them new outfits bc where else did they get them from?! Him basically going “you show off your chest, you show off your chest, everybo–…. err, no, you cover up your chest for a change lmao”. Just to piss everyone off.

Credit to @himbothy for the idea/inspo!! (lmk if you aren’t cool with the @)