no bc sorry but as an asian i NEED to speak about this:

like. within most, if not all, asian cultures, the feet are seen as the most degrading and derogatory part of the human body. and therefore, having someone older than you bend down to even go anywhere near to your feet, never mind touching or cleaning them, is seen as a complete No No.

feet are only given importance in Very Select Circumstances, for example, say in the Hindu religion, where someone younger bends down to touch their elder's feet to seek blessings from them, for example.

and it isn't so much as to do with the feet themselves, its more to do with the action of someone older having to bend down to you, that is seen as the complete No No, just because of how much respect and value asian cultures place on the elder person. in our cultures, the elder one is seen as wise, having life experience, knowledgeable, someone to learn from and an example to replicate. therefore, so much importance is placed on calling someone older than you being called with a title (p', hyung, noona, oppa, unni, ge-ge, jie-jie, bhai/bhaiya, didi/bhaaji/aapi etc), rather than just calling them by their name only.

hence why team looked so ... much in shock and quick to usher win away when he says "my feet are dirty". those older than you are not meant to bend down to you, rather you should be doing so, in service and out of respect for them. hell, if we're talking Real Traditional Asian here, then even the thought of the husband bending down near to his wife's feet is seen as a No No.

but its win's Face when he says "stay still". how stern he is. how he knows exactly what he's doing. how this all Looks but team's bleeding from his feet and THAT is more important, fuck any cultural norm. and so team is still reluctant and hesitant, but he stops protesting and shuts up and lets win touch his feet and clean his feet.

and oh my god, you guys, idk how to say this other than if you're asian, you'll Get what a big deal this is. win barely even knows team, team barely even knows win, and yet the elder of the two is bending down to clean his feet. team is seated and placed so high above from win and win is literally kneeling on the ground cleaning team's feet .....

yall. you just ... Don't Do That to and for anyone. you just DON'T.

hiii everybody are you normal about Falin showing Laios the same little spell that Marcille showed her? are you normal about Falin remembering it fondly enough that it was one of the first things she showed her brother while trying to teach him magic?

me standing outside the clinic at 6am in the rain holding a jar of pickles above my head like a teenager with a boombox

honestly no wonder harrow forced ianthe to lobotomize her so she could save gideon. listen…LISTEN…if i was a secret-war-crime cult nunlet princess worshipped by my entire planet and the only person that (barely) kept me in check was my childhood nemesis—a butch a year older than me, towering over me in stature and physical prowess, and so hot it made my teeth hurt from how hard my jaw clenched in her presence, who wielded a two-handed seven-foot sword and had irritatingly huge biceps and told very lewd stupid jokes and also learned how to wield an entirely new weapon and be my bodyguard with startling accuracy in three months—only to have us finally learn to trust each other because we got invited to a magic murder mystery and then before the bubble burst i spilled the worst secret about myself that i was born because my parents murdered an entire generation and tried to Kill Her along with them and she just wouldnt die, and i told her this expecting a swift death i believed i deserved, only for her to fucking cradle me in her big butch arms and kiss me on my forehead with her soft butch mouth and just. forgive me for a shameful weight ive carried my entire life and then MAKE AN ACTUAL NECRO/CAV VOW with me despite every evil thing i have done to her……to have her tell me, in the end, bleeding and broken after putting up the most beautiful and glorious fight of her life, that she understands purpose and she understands duty and she knows loyalty more fiercely than ever now, that she knows who she is to me, that there is no her without me….to have her backed into a corner and make the ultimate sacrifice…..for me…..to recite scriptural wedding vows of eternity to me in her last wisps of soul-consciousness…..if i thought there was even a snowflake’s chance in the pyre that i could save her by turning myself into her very own locked tomb, i’d be begging ianthe tridentweirdius to crack my skull open and turn me to mush too, goddamn. i understand you harrowhark girl you don’t have to explain a thing to me. god said you couldn’t undo the lyctor’s bond bc it’d kill you. you told god and his angels that not even a lyctor’s bond could outshine the power of female spite and lesbianism and they didn’t listen. they didn’t believe you. but i heard you loud and clear and i was 17 and hormonal and hopelessly romantic not too long ago unlike those fucking dinosaurs and i’m saying it’s valid it’s what i would have done and really everyone should be thanking you for not being worse and more wretched about it, all things considered

having bpd is actual hell on earth cause no one tries to fucking understand you and they write you off as being difficult and too much and they leave and we’re left with this fucking personality disorder that consumes my entire fucking existence and they act like its THEIR inconvenience that IM ill.

…yea sure why not?

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baker!simon who’s known for the bit he’s got going on – something you wished your friends would’ve told you because the first time you walked into the niche bakery (at six am to boot) and saw simon, big and tall and inked and masked simon, you screamed bloody murder.

“jesus-!” he yelled back in surprise, almost dropping a tray of freshly baked shortbreads before whipping his head up to see what was going on only to feel like he’s been punched in the gut because there you stood by the entrance, bundled up with thick jackets like you’re preparing for winter even though fall was just settling in, your hair a haggard mess and your face gaunt from exhaustion, and looking like all parts of simon’s dream woman.

“um,” you stammered, staring at him with wide eyes and trembling hands, your heart hammering in your chest as you began to panic. “i, uh. i’m…?”

simon watched as you continued to stammer before finally taking pity on you. he placed the tray on the counter and turned to fully present himself to you, spreading his arms out in hopes that it would show you that he’s not dangerous. that you would see his flour-covered apron and see that all he’s got going on in life is baking, and then instantly be enamoured with him.

“you here for breakfast?” he asked, clearing his throat upon hearing the awkward croak of his voice. thank god for his mask because he was able to hide the flush of his cheeks, allowing him to continue to play it cool in front of you.

“yes?” you replied, still confused as to why the… baker? was wearing a homemade skull mask.

“sure,” he said and you watched as he wiped his hands on his apron. “come over here then. what’d you want to order?”

baker!simon who isn’t really a big sweets enthusiast but whose desserts are the best in the block. you asked him what made him pursue this career and you watched as he stilled, his face falling slack like he can see something you couldn’t – like he is reliving a memory – before shaking himself with a deep inhale and finally whispering, “for my brother.”

you did not probe any further, your heart heavy with guilt, but simon just turned to you with a small smile and asked, “wanna hear about ‘im?”

he gathered you in his arms as he recounted the few fond memories he has of his childhood, and you breathed him in, smelling the faint smell of macaroons and toasted butter on his skin.

baker!simon who begins dedicating his daily special treats to you. “for the apple of my eye,” when it’s apple fritters day. “for my beloved cheri,” on cherry pie day. “for my precious sugar,” on sugar cookies day.

baker!simon who proudly prances around in his frilly pink apron that has “husband material” embroidered on the chest. you gave it to him as a gag gift but simon loves it so much that he began to wear it to work, showing it off to his friends with a deep chuckle.

“my girl got it f’r me,” he says to johnny. “pretty, isn’t it?”

johnny nods amidst laughter, his body folded into himself as he clutches the counter for support.

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fuck. baker!simon might even be better than biker!simon

secret keeper

projecting on luffy again. get bited.

this came to me in a vision (Pinterest board)

once more around the sun!! :3

zoro, when the path ends with a wall: i can cut a door? luffy, knowing it would create more chaos: ok, do it!

my piece for @thecodywanzine! thanks to the mods who let me go completely ham and cheese on this bad boy. this one's about living longer than you ever expected and not knowing what to do with it

Give me that little kiss, give me your hand / I know you have a little life in you yet

liking a girl will make you go feral and want to die btw

trying to show you the absolute cinema i had the pleasure of watching in tonights dream. We could’ve had it all

how do I tell the guy I’m talking too that I will never want him as badly as I want this pipe cleaner with eyes