❛ do you remember anything? at all? ❜ @ sabo

@poingdefeu | first meeting starters

Fate had led to this meeting and he might be thankful once he worked past the nausea. The mission was supposed to be simple: visit on an island that had been discussing separating from the World Government and report why contact had ceased. He hadn’t known what he would find when he arrived but it certainly wasn’t this.

The man sitting across from him kept in frozen in place with just a stare. Everyone else had left the room, leaving just the two of them, but he could still feel them hovering just outside the door despite the dark haired man taking all of his attention. The conversation between them seemed to take one twist after another. 

The man, Ace he reminded himself, had said they knew each other, had grown up together. They had thought he was dead. 

He remembered heat. Fire. Smoke. The breeze from the ocean catching it and making it spread. He remembered being afraid. The sound of wood splintering. The pain. He thought he was going to die.

Sabo had no idea what to do with his hands. With each statement, he could feel them shake more and more until it was everything he could do to keep from clenching hard enough to draw blood. He wished someone else was here with him. Koala, Hack, anyone from the Revolutionary Army, his brothers-

Brothers? I have brothers. Ace is-!

He could see the light through the leaves, the light leaving dappled patterns on their skin. Ace’s sharp eyes curved to show that he was smiling. His freckles darkening in the constant sun. The other little boy stuck to their sides, usually literally stuck to them. His smile brighter than anything Sabo could remember seeing since. Their laughter was loud in the forest. They were happy.

“Right?” Sabo asked, feeling more hopeful than he had in the years since he woke up in the infirmary. “Me, you, and Luffy… we’re brothers, right?”

emily gwen, the creator of the sunset lesbian flag that we’ve come to commonly use, still continues to live in poverty.

multi-billion dollar companies have used their design and made profit from it, and yet they have not seen a cent for their creation.

i’ve been friends with emily for years, and i have not once seen them be financially stable the entire time. i’ve seen them homeless, unemployed, starving. right now, they need our help more than ever.

please consider donating to emily’s ko-fi, especially if you’ve used their design to create something and profited from it.

Can you show us more oil. Please

here's her showing off her power star

and here's her launching a psychic attack

My baby daughter got her adorable puffin-print dress absolutely CAKED in mud crawling around the yard and my first thought was "oh no her beautiful dress"

And my second thought was "oh huh it really WOULD be easy to unconsciously steer her away from playing in the dirt. Unlike my son, whose outfits are usually some kind of solid dark easily washed pants plus a shirt that doesn't trail in the dirt like a dress does."

Anyway something something gender roles start getting shoved on kids from literal birth, but with a little time to think about things, YOU TOO can let your children of any gender absolutely destroy their clothes in the dirt pit they're digging in your garden

sometimes I randomly think about the time a girl posted in this girls only Facebook group I’m in telling everyone how she broke up with her boyfriend and he lied saying that he lost the spare key she gave him, only to then break into her apartment when she wasn’t home and steal the cat they’d adopted while they were together, but then he denied having done this and she didn’t really have proof that he took the cat since he wouldn’t let her come into his place and look for it. And then another girl saw this post and knew her ex-boyfriend, and she was like “girl. I used to hook up with your mans back in xxxx and I still have his number. If you want, I’ll hit him up and get him to invite me back to his place and see if your cat’s there.” And the OP was like “bet.”

So this woman hit up homie dog, asked him out for drinks, went home with him, slept with him, and then woke up in the middle of the night and TOOK THE CAT. Like she had only said that she would confirm if the cat was there but then she took it upon herself to steal this woman’s cat back. Like she full on Trojan horsed this man and then hit up homegirl like “I got the goods. Where you wanna meet.” And then the two of them posted a photo of them together with the cat to the group.

And I just think women supporting women is so beautiful.

1.6 is coming—see you march 19th!!! 🥹🌱

Are.. are there any matches for Smash Mouth All Star full lyrics? I need to know. For science!!!

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People liking your personal OCs is still such a crazy feeling, I've been doing this for years and ppl asking about them still fills my entire heart with warmth and idk how to handle it

You enjoy this fictional guy I made up for fun?? Whose only content is random artwork or writing made by me and a handful of other artists at most? They have no show/book/game with a large fandom, it's just one person with an art blog?? I love u

What are dead man walking tornadoes? :O

it’s a multi-vortex tornado. i dont remember the tribe it originates from (i think it was cherokee), but there’s a native american legend…? saying? that goes “if you see a man in a tornado, you are about to die.”

the most infamous shot of a dead man walking tornado hit jarrell, texas in 1997

it did so much damage to the town it caused the scale that tornados are measured by, the fijita scale, undergo revisions, and it made anchoring buildings in the tornado alley region pretty much mandatory. (it took the entire town off the map. only those who had taken shelter outside of the town or in underground bunkers survived.)

two more examples of dead man walking tornadoes looking like a person are a tornado from 2011 that hit cullman, alabama

and a tornado from 1975 that hit xenia, ohio

edit: it has been brought to my attention that the native american “legend” part of this post was a rumor spread by a documentary.

i have been asked to remove it, but i believe in letting my errors stand because i’m not perfect. i make mistakes

Hey now, Let her cook!

❝  have you even taken the time to let yourself feel it?  everything that’s been happening.  eventually,  you have to slow down and let it feel real.  ❞ ( to thatch from marco ! )

@taiixuan | CONVERSATIONAL  SENTENCE  STARTERS 

Waking up in the infirmary was never Thatch's favorite thing. It had happened a time or two in his career as a pirate but not for a long time. He was a Division Commander for the Whitebeard Pirates. He was one of the top members of a Yonko crew.

But he was only human.

He was lucky to be alive. He knew this. If the wound had been an inch to the left or even just a little deeper? He'd be dead. If someone hadn't stumbled upon the scene when they heard Thatch shout? He'd be gone. So many little moments added up for him to live but without just a single one? He wouldn't be here.

But Thatch wasn't one to sit around when there was work to be done. The day he was cleared for 'light duty', he was back to work. He was aware of his siblings watching his every move, ready to step in if need be but he ignored them as much as one could ignore hundreds of people. This had been tough on everyone, not just him and he knew this. But he had to focus on himself right now. His division was good but there were some things he had to do himself. He couldn't put off his duties forever. He didn't want to.

So here he was, sitting on the floor of the pantry with his breathing ragged and teeth clenched. One simple slip had knocked the air from his lungs and someone had gone to find Marco. In any other circumstance, Thatch would be ecstatic to see the older man but he was so. damn. tired. He loved Marco but he wasn't sure he could stand being looked at right now.

"Marco, I don't want to feel it," He sounded tired. Someone he had known for years and had considered a brother had tried to kill him. They had fought side by side for years. None of them had ever imagined anything like this happening. "I'm going to have to live with the threat of him coming back to kill me to get the fruit so can't I have a few more days? I want to focus on work. I want things to be normal again. I want Ace back but the kid is too damned stubborn to listen to any of us."

"Gods," His voice was thick with unshed tears. "All this over a damn fruit. I would've given it to him if he'd just asked..."

a full SAGA of chaos choices at the diner in the centre of your mind

New ask game:

Reblog if you want your followers to tell you what your trademark ™️ is. Like, what’s that thing that really identifies you.

i feel like not enough ppl are factoring in the cultural clash between laios and shuro and the many micro agressions shuro faced while being in their group. literally the name 'shuro' in itself is one

his name is toshiro 😭 lets also not forget that he has his own communication issues, in the opposite way that laios does- thats literally a factor in their argument, that his envy for laios's ability to express himself sincerely manifested as part of his distaste for him.

ig all this to say like, was their fight heart wrenching, especially when reading laios as autistic? absolutely. anybody whos ever been in laios's position knows how much it hurts to realize someone you thought was your friend doesnt actually like having you around, especially when they didnt tell you and you had no way of knowing due to not understanding their cues. but im begging yall to step back and see the nuance of this situation cause im gonna be real a lot of you are kinda just brushing over it acting like everything is toshiros fault and that hes a terrible person when in reality hes an average guy who really, really clashed with laios and it led to a very long misunderstanding due to their supremely opposite methods of communication. even laios and toshiro, after letting everything out in their fight, were able to come to an understanding and start a foundation for an actual friendship built on better communication

ok yknow what Edit: i shouldve made it even more explicit at the end of this post, i hadnt thought i would need to since i started the post with this, but i think a few too many people are missing my point so i just wanna clarify. i shouldnt have said 'really clashed' and left it at that because yeah they did, but it wasnt just their opposite methods of communication, it is also very much that toshiro was experiencing microaggressions via laios. it may have been unintentional on laios's part, but it still happened and wore him down, made it harder for him to communicate on top of both the more subtle social cues that he was raised with and his own communication difficulties. i also want to say that the fandom reaction to toshiro and the complete ignorance of this point is also racist tbh or at the very least ignorant. i understand that the anime did not cover this panel, and neither did the manga, as this was an omake, but im gonna be real with you guys. there are enough context clues within the story to clue you into this. if you didnt pick up on it thats ok, but i think this is a good lesson in picking up subtext in the stories that youre watching and/or reading. kui shouldnt have to explicitly say 'by the way laios was racist to toshiro' for this point to be understood, and at the very least, when the author portrays a character in a sympathetic light (as kui clearly does) it should make you question Why they are doing so and what makes them sympathetic, rather than youre immediate and only reaction to be 'well i hated what this guy did/said so i hate them and they suck'. idk exactly how to finish this, just. idk. question your biases and gut reactions to things you see in media and stories, and think about whether or not theres subtext that youre missing.

they should invent friends that do not live so fucking far

So Venus is my favorite planet in the solar system - everything about it is just so weird.

It has this extraordinarily dense atmosphere that by all accounts shouldn't exist - Venus is close enough to the sun (and therefore hot enough) that the atmosphere should have literally evaporated away, just like Mercury's. We think Earth manages to keep its atmosphere by virtue of our magnetic field, but Venus doesn't even have that going for it. While Venus is probably volcanically active, it definitely doesn't have an internal magnetic dynamo, so whatever form of volcanism it has going on is very different from ours. And, it spins backwards! For some reason!!

But, for as many mysteries as Venus has, the United States really hasn't spent much time investigating it. The Soviet Union, on the other hand, sent no less than 16 probes to Venus between 1961 and 1984 as part of the Venera program - most of them looked like this!

The Soviet Union had a very different approach to space than the United States. NASA missions are typically extremely risk averse, and the spacecraft we launch are generally very expensive one-offs that have only one chance to succeed or fail.

It's lead to some really amazing science, but to put it into perspective, the Mars Opportunity rover only had to survive on Mars for 90 days for the mission to be declared a complete success. That thing lasted 15 years. I love the Opportunity rover as much as any self-respecting NASA engineer, but how much extra time and money did we spend that we didn't technically "need" to for it to last 60x longer than required?

Anyway, all to say, the Soviet Union took a more incremental approach, where failures were far less devastating. The Venera 9 through 14 probes were designed to land on the surface of Venus, and survive long enough to take a picture with two cameras - not an easy task, but a fairly straightforward goal compared to NASA standards. They had…mixed results.

Venera 9 managed to take a picture with one camera, but the other one's lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 10 also managed to take a picture with one camera, but again the other lens cap didn't deploy.

Venera 11 took no pictures - neither lens cap deployed this time.

Venera 12 also took no pictures - because again, neither lens cap deployed.

Lotta problems with lens caps.

For Venera 13 and 14, in addition to the cameras they sent a device to sample the Venusian "soil". Upon landing, the arm was supposed to swing down and analyze the surface it touched - it was a simple mechanism that couldn't be re-deployed or adjusted after the first go.

This time, both lens caps FINALLY ejected perfectly, and we were treated to these marvelous, eerie pictures of the Venus landscape:

However, when the Venera 14 soil sampler arm deployed, instead of sampling the Venus surface, it managed to swing down and land perfectly on….an ejected lens cap.