Anybody else got that Evergiven sized writers block

few things in this world are as viciously satisfying as that scene in WCI when Sanji looks his abusive biological father in the eye, and tells him that the only reason he's even still alive is because "My father would be sad [...] that I had turned into such a small man that I would laugh off the death of my biological family. And I'll be damned if I lead a life where I can't stand tall and look him proudly in the eye."

children are not obligated to forgive their abusive parents, and not doing so doesn't make them a bad person.

but unfortunately, media so often ends up sending the opposite message, and there's just something so vindicating about oda saying that no. sanji does not forgive his bio family, and he never will. and there's nothing wrong with that.

the panel where sanji pulls judge to his knees in front of him and screams in his face that he is not his father is hands down one of my favourite panels in the entire series. there's just so much raw emotion in there, it always gives me chills

AND THEN!!!

And then Oda goes on to end this arc with this heartwarming spread paralleling Sanji with his true father, the man who raised him? God, I'm so fucking emotional. Zeff hasn't even been in the story for like eight hundred chapters (nearly 20 years of real world time!!!!) aside from occasional cover stories or short cameos reacting to the crew's bounties, but the fact that he's able to still evoke such emotion is amazing. he's just such a good fucking dad, and i love that for once, for once, we actually get a manga character who acknowledges in canon that his mentor figure is his father. my crops are watered my skin is cleared, thank you for coming to my ted talk

this hits a little bit too close on home

I lost my best friend 3 years ago- not lost as in dead but lost as in we only text each other on our birthdays now. Movies and books don't tell you that a friendship dying is like the sinking of a ship, you try to get higher and higher and hold onto the rails and unanswered texts, the captain tries to steer it to safety and salvage pieces of two broken hearts until you're left with memories of what once was. We were friends for a decade and knew each other's diaries by heart, I still remember her phone number and the way she took her coffee. Seeing her in streets is like breathing in a scent you forgot you knew but it immediately takes you back to a summer in '07.

Movies and books also don't tell you that friendships don't just end after one fight or incident, it's like the rusting of a bridge, the slow decay of flesh and bones and secrets. It took weeks, months- until one day I woke up and I realized I hadn't thought of her in a while. And I wrote a poem that day and I titled it 'The dying of a best friend' and I put all my love for her in a tiny box with my half of the matching pendant of a dolphin we had and stored them in a corner of my heart under the heading Grief. Where else can one hide unspent love?

It's been 3 years since I lost my best friend, lost as in I still carry our secrets in a tiny box but we only text each other on our birthdays.

-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire

Edit: here's the visualizer for this piece

this is one hell of a ride

Staff: *bans female presenting nipples*

Me: goddamnit this is exactly how Japanese tentacle porn was created

hes such a cutie

Venom being loved and appreciated  (◕‿◕✿)

a letter from me to you (sun, moon, and stars)

today, i told the sunset about you. they were skeptical at first, yet they stayed. maybe they felt the pressure rising up towards them, even hotter than the stars combined, but i didn't ponder long enough when i locked gazes with you, and there i knew why. so i pour my heart onto them, all the things i've bottled up from the years i've emptied myself shall now be passed from wind to wind. 

you were silent, hesitant to say the least, but you stayed. yet as i looked up, the stars were now blinking heavily as the clouds turned darker. it was a perfect sight, despite the fog blocking my vision. they were all confused at what was happening, then i saw u, motionless sitting there. so i smiled and asked, 'do you want to know why i'm telling you all this, despite the sun's absence?' 

silence, the fog now wiped out completely as it wets my cheeks, 'because of you, moon. out of all the things here, you knew what it must have felt like, right?' the thunder growled. 

the sun loved the moon dearly that they died every night just for their sake, to give them the breath of their life, to let them live even just for the night. they both are truly a fool at love, no matter how world's apart they are. it was a beautiful yet wretched love story. 'it must be brutal right, a torture both of you will silently served for the rest of your lives.' 

i clenched my fist, yet i was too numb enough to feel my own warmth (maybe they didn't exist in the first place, as you took it away from me when i walked away from your life), then raindrops started falling from your eyes. it didn't touch my skin, though, but it fell to the ground loudly, echoing in my mind, bouncing back to those days where naivety was our solace.

but the stars didn't comfort you, not even a pint of cloud approached you. the night sky was too bright for me, so i look away, down from where the waves were crashing in. 

and the sun? oh how i wished they had stayed for them to witness this scenery. 

but the rain only poured harder, even the soothing hush of the winds doesn't ease its weeping, and still, no droplets touched my body. i looked up once again, fury now burning in my eyes as i shouted at the moon, 'why aren't you pouring it down on me? because of your pity–' but a realization harshly broke into my mind as i saw how silent the clouds in the dark sky were. 

'it was not us who's raining down tears,' it was the first time they talked, and how i wished they didn't, 'it was you.' 

today, i told the moon about your glowing beauty, the stars about your undying kindness, and the clouds about the warmth we used to share. and today, it'll be buried down below, where the sun won't see its shadows and the moon won't feel its regrets.

a letter from me to you (sun, moon, and stars)

today, i told the sunset about you. they were skeptical at first, yet they stayed. maybe they felt the pressure rising up towards them, even hotter than the stars combined, but i didn't ponder long enough when i locked gazes with you, and there i knew why. so i pour my heart onto them, all the things i've bottled up from the years i've emptied myself shall now be passed from wind to wind. 

you were silent, hesitant to say the least, but you stayed. yet as i looked up, the stars were now blinking heavily as the clouds turned darker. it was a perfect sight, despite the fog blocking my vision. they were all confused at what was happening, then i saw u, motionless sitting there. so i smiled and asked, 'do you want to know why i'm telling you all this, despite the sun's absence?' 

silence, the fog now wiped out completely as it wets my cheeks, 'because of you, moon. out of all the things here, you knew what it must have felt like, right?' the thunder growled. 

the sun loved the moon dearly that they died every night just for their sake, to give them the breath of their life, to let them live even just for the night. they both are truly a fool at love, no matter how world's apart they are. it was a beautiful yet wretched love story. 'it must be brutal right, a torture both of you will silently served for the rest of your lives.' 

i clenched my fist, yet i was too numb enough to feel my own warmth (maybe they didn't exist in the first place, as you took it away from me when i walked away from your life), then raindrops started falling from your eyes. it didn't touch my skin, though, but it fell to the ground loudly, echoing in my mind, bouncing back to those days where naivety was our solace.

but the stars didn't comfort you, not even a pint of cloud approached you. the night sky was too bright for me, so i look away, down from where the waves were crashing in. 

and the sun? oh how i wished they had stayed for them to witness this scenery. 

but the rain only poured harder, even the soothing hush of the winds doesn't ease its weeping, and still, no droplets touched my body. i looked up once again, fury now burning in my eyes as i shouted at the moon, 'why aren't you pouring it down on me? because of your pity–' but a realization harshly broke into my mind as i saw how silent the clouds in the dark sky were. 

'it was not us who's raining down tears,' it was the first time they talked, and how i wished they didn't, 'it was you.' 

today, i told the moon about your glowing beauty, the stars about your undying kindness, and the clouds about the warmth we used to share. and today, it'll be buried down below, where the sun won't see its shadows and the moon won't feel its regrets.

a letter from me to you (sun, moon, and stars)

today, i told the sunset about you. they were skeptical at first, yet they stayed. maybe they felt the pressure rising up towards them, even hotter than the stars combined, but i didn't ponder long enough when i locked gazes with you, and there i knew why. so i pour my heart onto them, all the things i've bottled up from the years i've emptied myself shall now be passed from wind to wind. 

you were silent, hesitant to say the least, but you stayed. yet as i looked up, the stars were now blinking heavily as the clouds turned darker. it was a perfect sight, despite the fog blocking my vision. they were all confused at what was happening, then i saw u, motionless sitting there. so i smiled and asked, 'do you want to know why i'm telling you all this, despite the sun's absence?' 

silence, the fog now wiped out completely as it wets my cheeks, 'because of you, moon. out of all the things here, you knew what it must have felt like, right?' the thunder growled. 

the sun loved the moon dearly that they died every night just for their sake, to give them the breath of their life, to let them live even just for the night. they both are truly a fool at love, no matter how world's apart they are. it was a beautiful yet wretched love story. 'it must be brutal right, a torture both of you will silently served for the rest of your lives.' 

i clenched my fist, yet i was too numb enough to feel my own warmth (maybe they didn't exist in the first place, as you took it away from me when i walked away from your life), then raindrops started falling from your eyes. it didn't touch my skin, though, but it fell to the ground loudly, echoing in my mind, bouncing back to those days where naivety was our solace.

but the stars didn't comfort you, not even a pint of cloud approached you. the night sky was too bright for me, so i look away, down from where the waves were crashing in. 

and the sun? oh how i wished they had stayed for them to witness this scenery. 

but the rain only poured harder, even the soothing hush of the winds doesn't ease its weeping, and still, no droplets touched my body. i looked up once again, fury now burning in my eyes as i shouted at the moon, 'why aren't you pouring it down on me? because of your pity–' but a realization harshly broke into my mind as i saw how silent the clouds in the dark sky were. 

'it was not us who's raining down tears,' it was the first time they talked, and how i wished they didn't, 'it was you.' 

today, i told the moon about your glowing beauty, the stars about your undying kindness, and the clouds about the warmth we used to share. and today, it'll be buried down below, where the sun won't see its shadows and the moon won't feel its regrets.

a letter from me to you (sun, moon, and stars)

today, i told the sunset about you. they were skeptical at first, yet they stayed. maybe they felt the pressure rising up towards them, even hotter than the stars combined, but i didn't ponder long enough when i locked gazes with you, and there i knew why. so i pour my heart onto them, all the things i've bottled up from the years i've emptied myself shall now be passed from wind to wind. 

you were silent, hesitant to say the least, but you stayed. yet as i looked up, the stars were now blinking heavily as the clouds turned darker. it was a perfect sight, despite the fog blocking my vision. they were all confused at what was happening, then i saw u, motionless sitting there. so i smiled and asked, 'do you want to know why i'm telling you all this, despite the sun's absence?' 

silence, the fog now wiped out completely as it wets my cheeks, 'because of you, moon. out of all the things here, you knew what it must have felt like, right?' the thunder growled. 

the sun loved the moon dearly that they died every night just for their sake, to give them the breath of their life, to let them live even just for the night. they both are truly a fool at love, no matter how world's apart they are. it was a beautiful yet wretched love story. 'it must be brutal right, a torture both of you will silently served for the rest of your lives.' 

i clenched my fist, yet i was too numb enough to feel my own warmth (maybe they didn't exist in the first place, as you took it away from me when i walked away from your life), then raindrops started falling from your eyes. it didn't touch my skin, though, but it fell to the ground loudly, echoing in my mind, bouncing back to those days where naivety was our solace.

but the stars didn't comfort you, not even a pint of cloud approached you. the night sky was too bright for me, so i look away, down from where the waves were crashing in. 

and the sun? oh how i wished they had stayed for them to witness this scenery. 

but the rain only poured harder, even the soothing hush of the winds doesn't ease its weeping, and still, no droplets touched my body. i looked up once again, fury now burning in my eyes as i shouted at the moon, 'why aren't you pouring it down on me? because of your pity–' but a realization harshly broke into my mind as i saw how silent the clouds in the dark sky were. 

'it was not us who's raining down tears,' it was the first time they talked, and how i wished they didn't, 'it was you.' 

today, i told the moon about your glowing beauty, the stars about your undying kindness, and the clouds about the warmth we used to share. and today, it'll be buried down below, where the sun won't see its shadows and the moon won't feel its regrets.

it’s jeff! infinity comic #8

a letter from me to you (sun, moon, and stars)

today, i told the sunset about you. they were skeptical at first, yet they stayed. maybe they felt the pressure rising up towards them, even hotter than the stars combined, but i didn't ponder long enough when i locked gazes with you, and there i knew why. so i pour my heart onto them, all the things i've bottled up from the years i've emptied myself shall now be passed from wind to wind. 

you were silent, hesitant to say the least, but you stayed. yet as i looked up, the stars were now blinking heavily as the clouds turned darker. it was a perfect sight, despite the fog blocking my vision. they were all confused at what was happening, then i saw u, motionless sitting there. so i smiled and asked, 'do you want to know why i'm telling you all this, despite the sun's absence?' 

silence, the fog now wiped out completely as it wets my cheeks, 'because of you, moon. out of all the things here, you knew what it must have felt like, right?' the thunder growled. 

the sun loved the moon dearly that they died every night just for their sake, to give them the breath of their life, to let them live even just for the night. they both are truly a fool at love, no matter how world's apart they are. it was a beautiful yet wretched love story. 'it must be brutal right, a torture both of you will silently served for the rest of your lives.' 

i clenched my fist, yet i was too numb enough to feel my own warmth (maybe they didn't exist in the first place, as you took it away from me when i walked away from your life), then raindrops started falling from your eyes. it didn't touch my skin, though, but it fell to the ground loudly, echoing in my mind, bouncing back to those days where naivety was our solace.

but the stars didn't comfort you, not even a pint of cloud approached you. the night sky was too bright for me, so i look away, down from where the waves were crashing in. 

and the sun? oh how i wished they had stayed for them to witness this scenery. 

but the rain only poured harder, even the soothing hush of the winds doesn't ease its weeping, and still, no droplets touched my body. i looked up once again, fury now burning in my eyes as i shouted at the moon, 'why aren't you pouring it down on me? because of your pity–' but a realization harshly broke into my mind as i saw how silent the clouds in the dark sky were. 

'it was not us who's raining down tears,' it was the first time they talked, and how i wished they didn't, 'it was you.' 

today, i told the moon about your glowing beauty, the stars about your undying kindness, and the clouds about the warmth we used to share. and today, it'll be buried down below, where the sun won't see its shadows and the moon won't feel its regrets.

Sometimes, when you run into the forest, you lose yourself between the trees. They say you’ll never go back home. The river whispers it’ll swallow your bones when your skin will have turned to flowers. The leaves crackle under your feet and laugh at the branches which tangle into your hair. 

Do not turn back.

Keep your eyes on the path. Each rock is the map of the way home. The road will disappear if you look to the sky.

If the monster calls your name, answer in the Old language, and do not stop running. Your legs know better. They will carry you to safety.

You go home, unscathed, sleep soundly in your bed. 

And then go running in the forest again, at the risk of getting lost.

Part of you belong there.

In the wild.

Do no try to tame it.

“Stupid. Hurry up and go.”

“I see. So from the beginning, the hole was for his ally to escape.”

Aku sacrifying himself so that Atsushi could run away makes me wanna cry so hard 😭😭

“After that...

I swam out from the submarine and was saved by Ango-san.

Why did Akutagawa let me escape?

I don’t know. The only thing I know is...

If he didn’t keep his promise of not killing, and killed the guard at that time, we would be all dead.

I would not haven been able to escape by the submarine, or tell the others about Fukuchi’s real identity, and all hopes would have been lost.

Is there an important meaning to it? Or is it merely a coincidence?

I didn’t understand. I asked Ango-san but didn’t get an answer in return.”

TN: A bit of a concept here: Remember the guy whose life Aku spared a few chapters ago? He apparently woke up and arrived at the scene right when Fukuchi was going to chase after Atsushi. Fukuchi had to stop to talk to them so Atsu was able to escape

translated the last bit of ch86 bc akutagawa in a hunting dogs uniform caught my attention :3 / please don’t repost without credit!

Hypnosis Mic - Before the Battle - The Dirty Dawg - Chapter 1, Part 1

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