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Okay but like love marks where someone who genuinely loves you leaves a colored mark on your skin the first time they touch you with that emotion and for the longest time Sanji's only had a stroke the same color of his eyes on his left cheek and he's had as long as he remembers. He's got a hand print on each shoulder from Zeff after the Baratie's first day. The back of his neck is a deep green from Patty scruffing him and hauling him out of the dining room. Carne put an orange flick of orange across his forearm during prep. Sanji has put a tranquil ocean blue on them, Zeff's hand is blue from Sanji holding it, Patty has blue on his ribs from a punch. Carne has his own blue streak on his forearm from Sanji.
Now imagine this in ASLxS or AllSan.
AllSan: Sanji is covered in color already from Nakama and Vivi and the Baratie. Zoro and Luffy are working double time to make sure people do not leave marks on the cook otherwise. It's a whole thing they're working on. Law manages to leave one on the cook but Sanji gives him one back, . They were in an alliance for a while and the whole North Blue trauma/Germa thing. Ace is probably the one who left an embery orange/red next to the surgical scar on his back and Luffy and Zoro cannot remember for the life of them if Ace left with blue on him. Luffy's sunflower yellow covers the palm of Sanji's right hand, Zoro's steady and tough steel grey is on Sanji's stomach.
ASLxS: ASL laid their claim on Sanji a long time ago and now Sanji has marks from them, the mountain bandits, Garp, Makino, some others from his time on Dawn Island and he is splattered in color. Also you know the White Beard fleet already loves him before they meet him so Marco leaves an orangey hand print from a check over on the blond, Izou patted his shoulder at one point and left a gorgeous purple, Garp a deep red on the top of his head. Makino an orchid pink and Dadan gave him lovely earthy green. Sabo left a blood red mark on his neck that sometimes freaks people out because it kinda looks like a gunshot on his windpipe. It's fine.
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Max | Bahrain 2022.
DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE THANK YOU.
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Charles | Qatar 2023.
DO NOT REPOST ANYWHERE THANK YOU.
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Charles is a better man than me because if my team had me out there racing at 200+ km/h with questionable brakes, I'd stop the car on track and start biting people like a rabid dog
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I love watching F2 kids make the jump to F1 because they drive with that "I don't care about this car. I will commit to that corner and i don't care if it kills us both" mentality
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Anyways my favorite comment about today’s race absolutely goes to this:
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angry crier (this is notttt serious, he is crying about sth deeply unserious and petty i love that for him)
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He wipes at his eyes and angrily chops at the bell peppers, hoping he can at least get them into small enough pieces. One flies off the chopping board from the force of his rage-filled chopping and soars through the air before flopping to the ground like a monument to his absolute pathetic-ness.
How pitiful, some part of his mind sneers.
How pathetic.
A cook who can’t even slice a vegetable.
And he thinks he has the right to cook for the future king of the pirates?
He thinks he should be the one to find All Blue?
What’s he going to do if he ever does? Wave at it with his one good hand? Because he sure as hell wouldn’t be able to cook anything from that legendary ocean.
What was the use of him? Why the hell is he even here? On this ship?
What is he even doing?
He should leave. Let the others find another cook. One that can actually feed them.
One with two fricking hands. Not some cripple wanna-be.
The cutting board wavers in his vision, mutilated bell peppers filling his sight, the hand holding the knife trembling with fatigue…and he…. he is so mad.
He is so furious.
He hates this!
HE HATES THIS!!
HE HATES THIS!!!
He doesn’t realise that he is screaming, hoarsely, wordlessly until the chopping board flies across the room and hits the opposite wall, sending bell peppers spraying everywhere, the knife flying after it in a sharp glint of silver.
He stares at the mess and then screams again, and kicks.
He kicks the cupboards, the walls, the counters, the chairs, cracks the dining table in half. He kicks his plates off the racks and sends his pots flying across the room in a loud cacophony of noise that is the perfect counter point for his screaming.
He smashes through the wine rack, uncaring of the wounds opening up on his legs, and stomps on the stupid dented skillet until it is no longer recognizable.
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