Asl With No Hats

please wilbur you said you were gonna stop writing for the dream smp. spare us this agony

Another one made for this wonderful fanfic

The way Jschlatt’s voice echoed in the area… it seemed deafening.

All of those who attended the election, felt the tension in the air skyrocket as Jschlatt gave his first decree.

“…. is to REVOKE.. the CITIZENSHIP… of WILBUR SOOT! And TOMMYINNIT!”

The moment those words left his mouth.. all hell broke loose.

“NOOO!!” Niki yelled out, immediately taking a stand, her scream overlapping those around. Her hands covered her mouth slightly, her eyes wide in fear as she stared up at the new President of L’manberg.

Tubbo was… speechless, eyes wide in utter shock and disbelief as the deafening yells and cheers surrounded him. He couldn’t move… he couldn’t process this. He… he…

“NOOO!!”

Tommy.

“GET THEM OUT OF HERE!!”

Tubbo turned around, watching as Tommy stands from his seat, a speechless Wilbur sitting beside him. Ponk and Punz are quick to listen to orders from the new President, pulling out crossbows.

“YOU’RE NO LONGER WELCOMED!!”

Niki turned as she tried to rush over, but was stopped by Thunder, who tried to hold her back, seeing that George and Quackity were watching high above, near Schlatt. He feared for their safety, seeing now that Quackity gave a dark grin over towards them. They were stuck. He struggled, hearing Niki’s cries as she tried to get to Tommy and Wilbur, her expression twisting in pain and disbelief.

“NO! NO!!”

Tubbo went to move forward, but Eret was quick to hold them back. Tubbo snapped his head to stare at Eret, his gaze taken back as he could see the anxiety washing over Eret’s features.

That’s when Tubbo looked right to Tommy, the fear striking Tommy’s eyes as Wilbur immediately grabbed him, pulling him back as he turned to run, the arrows from those now attacking them flying by them.

“Tommy- To- TOMMY RUN!”

And like that, the chase was on, leaving the rest of the party from L’manberg, trapped under Schlatt’s ruling, their cries and screams echoing behind both Wilbur and Tommy… as well as the haunting laughter emitting from Schlatt.

he won't let go,,,

I can’t, this is to beautiful

{PATRON SAINT OF KFC}

Do not repost. 

Trafalgar D. Water Law ~ Ep 1010 - Wano Kuni Arc (Part 2)

Friend: Are you okay?

Me to myself: To my recollection, Eliza is the only character who has a pony tail in act two, which is kinda weird. Except, if you think about it, all the characters in act 1 that have a ponytail (Hamilton, Laurens, Lafayette, etc.)are fighting in a war. But Eliza's battles are in act 2. Her husband's affair, the loss of her son, Alexander's death, and her 50 year struggle to preserve his legacy from the slandering of his enemies. She also had to raise 7 other children by herself and-

Me: I'm fine.

Young! Shanks x Young! (Fem) reader

Setting: canon

Plot: Shanks asks the powerful Whitebeard who Is in his prime for a chance to date his daughter.

3k Fluff Event

Something was a miss.

Whitebeard felt like something was a miss while fighting Roger on a island, never mind splitting the skies with their haki and making the seas tremble.

Something was just a miss.

“Hold on a second, Roger.”

Whitebeard halted Roger from attacking with his sword with an irritated look on his face, Roger was a little surprised but backed off from Whitebeard.

“Something doesn’t feel right-Ah!”

Whitebeard finally figured it out as he told Roger to wait here as he rushed off back to his ship by passing the two crews that were fighting.

Back on Whitebeard’s ship a familiar red haired pirate was talking to Whitebeard’s daughter while another familiar pirate was trying to pull his fellow crew mate away, although his crew mate wasn’t budging in the slightest all the while eating a bag full of chocolate cookies.

“Shanks, we need to get out of here! Whitebeard will be here soon!”

“So? I’m just talking with..a really pretty girl.”

(Name) became flustered as she looked shyly away from a young Shanks while Buggy rolled his eyes at how ridiculous this whole situation was. The three had met before and this was just a one of the many times they would see each other. Shanks and (Name) particularly.

“I’m sure you say that to every girl you meet.”

“No I don’t.”

“No he doesn’t.”

Buggy added in knowing of Shanks’ crush on (Name), Knowing this only flustered (Name) more and Shanks could tell as he chuckled with a big smile. The two talked for a bit more with (Name) asking how did Shanks like the cookies that she made for him with Shanks giving her a compliment and practically eating the whole bag. Soon enough Buggy felt left out as the two were practically in their own little world, not to mention Buggy didn’t want to be around when Whitebeard showed up and if Shanks wouldn’t listen to his warnings then that was on him.

However, as soon Buggy was about to leave a gust of wind blew the young Buggy into Shanks into each other as the captain of the ship had indeed returned and he wasn’t happy.

“Get away from my daughter! You little punks!”

(Name) checked to see if Shanks and Buggy were okay as they held their heads while wincing in pain, with Buggy on top of Shanks. Whitebeard finally figured it out what was bothering him, his dad instincts had kicked in.

“Not this again. Dad, you can’t keep scaring away my friends.”

“Friends?!”

Whitebeard became annoyed when (Name) said friends, mainly because they belonged to Roger’s crew. Shanks quickly stood up when he heard (Name) call him a friend, thinking to himself that he was many things but a friend he wasn’t to (Name).

“We aren’t friends, (Name). I’m..I’m going to be your boyfriend one day. Maybe even your husband.”

Buggy felt his stomach drop as he knew they were dead now, (Name) became so flustered and bashful at Shanks’ confession that she hid behind her father’s tall leg.

“Roger! Come get your cabin boy!”

Whitebeard’s voice shook the whole ship as well as the island, none the less Shanks was determined as ever as he didn’t budge with his arms crossed to his chest. The two had a glare battle for what seemed like forever until Roger came aboard.

“What is it?! What happened?! What’s going on here?!”

“Your cabin boy Roger! He thinks he’s going to date my beloved daughter and even thinks he’s going to marry her. Boy, you’re 20 years too early to date my daughter.”

“That’s right Shanks, let’s go. Don’t want to die do you-“

“I’m not going anywhere Buggy. (Name) and I are meant to be.”

Roger was hunched over laughing while Whitebeard was the exact opposite as he could feel his anger boiling. Still, Shanks was determined as ever as he held his ground against a prime Whitebeard. Buggy tried to get Shanks to listen to reason but was shocked he was standing his ground. Peeking from behind her father’s leg (Name) looked at Shanks with a bashful smile on her face.

“Do you really mean that, Shanks?”

“Hm? Of course I do. I can’t wait to hold your hand.”

Whitebeard was confused now as he scratched his head as Shanks smiled while bashful at the thought of holding (Name)’s hand.

“Wait, is that all? You just want to hold my daughter’s hand?”

“Well, yeah. That’s what a boyfriend does right? Husband too right? They hold hands, right?”

Whitebeard had to take a deep sigh as Roger was still laughing telling Shanks to stop, Shanks was as innocent as ever as he was serious and had no idea what his captain was laughing at.

“I can’t wait to hold your hand too Shanks.”

Whitebeard and Buggy heard (Name) bashfully agree to hold Shanks making Shanks become starry eyed as he smiled the brightest smile, both Buggy and Whitebeard had a look of that read “They don’t what they are talking about.” Roger on the other hand was on Shanks side as he walked over with a bright smile on his face as well.

“Come on, give my cabin boy a chance. How about once he becomes strong enough he can date your daughter?”

Shanks was happy his captain was backing him up, White beard stroked his chin while thinking hard about the situation. Everyone was waiting impatiently for his response and eventually Whitebeard gave his answer.

“Okay, I’ll let you date my daughter..Once! You become the strongest of the sea. Like I said you’re 20 years too early for my daughter.”

“Done and done!”

Shanks jumped up and down before running over to shake Whitebeard’s hand to seal the deal. Whitebeard only nodded his head and told Shanks that he had a lot of work to do. Shanks wasn’t deterred as he gave (Name) a wink making her smile.

Roger sniffled as he fought his tears thinking to himself that kids grow up too fast.

Twenty years later Shanks did return to see Whitebeard and ask for (Name)’s hand to date her as he was now one of the emperor’s of the sea. Whitebeard while up in age now was still protective of his daughter accepted and once he saw the smile on his daughter’s face he knew she was in good hands as he smiled to himself. Whitebeard knew Roger was watching too even though he had long passed and he knew he had a smile on his face proud of his cabin boy.

☃️Rukia-Writes☃️

NOTES: for @xstarkillerx

You can't conceptualize what's wrong, a combination of things weighing you down as you seek out comfort. BRIAN O'CONNER sits at his work-table, sketching concept designs for the tweaks he'd like Tej to make. He's not a very gifted artist, but he's got the general idea down, at least until you pad onto the scene. As quiet as you are, he's learned your tells, glancing at you after he speaks, "What's up, sweetheart?" he asks, a little curl to his lips at the sight of you rubbing the sleepiness from your eyes. You don't say anything, coming up to his side to fix your hands on his thigh, hoping to silently grab his attention while you wait for him to notice you. It takes him a second, but he does, gazing at you more deliberately this time. You exchange a look, and he adjusts in his seat to accommodate you while you invite yourself onto his lap.

You nestle in, tucking your head under his chin with a sigh. With an arm, he secures you, drawing you into him to get more comfortable himself, he inclines into you, curling his body around you as if you're his centerpiece. Gently, he bounces you on his leg, eyeing the tip of your nose. "S'the matter, bunny? Don't feel like talking?" You're unresponsive, you don't even look at him, and he strokes your back with his big hand. "I got it. Don't worry, I got it." Sweetly, he rubs his cheek on the top of your head, ending it with an affectionate kiss.

More 1870s Cowboy!Ghost, I saw someone cosplaying his gunslinger skin and lost my mind just a little

Life is quiet here. The sky is wide and blue, the grass is just on the yellow side of green, and the women are as pretty as they are quick with a gun. Well, just the one. Ghost swings off his horse to lead her the rest of the way to the barn. 

“Hey, pretty boy!” You call from the back door, “Come have a drink when you finish up.” He’s still not used to the way your smile makes his heart jump. The genuine fondness behind it. Pretty boy. He wouldn’t let anyone else get away with calling him that, just you. You get away with a lot of things.

Most recently it’s been this. A spare drink to drown out the still uncaught bounty. Never mind that he’s hardly trying anymore. There’s hardly time for it with all the work you have him doing. Work he hardly minds when it’s you asking for it. He likes the animals, likes the warm soil of the garden, likes looking over his shoulder to see you going about your own work. Shaking out sheets as you take them off the line or twisting ripe squash from the vine, the way you brush your hand up the back of your neck to wipe away the sheen of sweat, you’re gorgeous. Ghost’s never seen anyone like you. 

He takes his time unburdening his horse, putting away tack, checking her stall has food and water. Steeling his nerves. It’s becoming harder and harder to ignore your sweet talk. Eventually he’ll find himself stuck in your honey. Then he can’t say what will happen. Maybe you’ll keep him.

Ghost touches the worn cotton of his mask; thinks of the scars under it, the scars under his skin. Maybe not. 

You’re waiting by the back door when he finally makes his way back to the house. You offer a short glass of clear liquor. “You’ll get him tomorrow,” You tell him. Ghost can’t tell if you’re joking or serious. Your usual good humor makes it hard to gauge. 

He pushes his mask up to his nose and takes the offered glass, clinking it against yours. You both tip your head backs, let the alcohol slide down your throats. Ghost sniffs, clears his throat against the residual burn. He checks his glass to be sure he got it all, and looks up to catch you staring at him.

“I got something on my face?” He jokes, voice flat as he wipes the wet edge of alcohol off his lip with his thumb. 

“No it’s just,” you tilt your head with a smile, “Every time I see you like this I can’t help wanting to kiss you.” Ghost stills, you’re forward but not this forward. “That’s probably silly of me,” your smile falls a little, and he can’t have that. He can’t have you losing hope, losing interest. You’re not supposed to be interested in the first place, but- but he wants you to keep it. Wants you to keep sweet talking him. You can’t give up and let him win. Not when he wants so badly to lose to you.

Ghost grabs you by the collar of your shirt and pulls you to him, leaning down to bring your mouths crashing together. He catches a bit of your smile before you can pucker, a little bit of teeth before he kisses you properly. It's not a perfect first kiss, but it is perfect. You're perfect, so warm and sweet and soft. God you're so soft, how can anyone be this soft? Your lips cushion his and your warmth surrounds him in a way that can't just be physical. You part your lips, draw him in for another kiss and another, a slow slick glide of indulgence. His hand cradles your cheek, and it isn't the last drops of tequila he's savoring when you draw back. Stars, your smile could stop his heart. It nearly does.

Ghost tugs his mask back down over his lips to stop himself from kissing you again. Is he supposed to feel so, so giddy just from kissing someone? He can't push down the smile that bubbles up. Another good reason for the mask. 

"I should-" you take a step back, make a noncommittal gesture with your hands. Ghost nods.

"Right, and I should-" he waves towards the barn, both of you smiling like fools for each other.

"Ok," even your voice is soft, so soft. He should kiss you again, he can still feel your lips against his.

"Supper," Ghost tells you, confirms with you. You nod, grip your skirt with giddy fingers.

"Six o'clock," God he wouldn't miss it for the world.