YAYAYAYAY MY ROOM IS FINALLY CLEAN AFTER 8 MONTHS SHE IS SO CUTE

here's what it is I think. it's so hard to just enjoy stupid shit anymore bc it's all so commercialized. commodified. we couldnt just enjoy frogs and mushrooms- I have to see 30 posts a day that are reblog bait for people's Etsy collections of pride colored mushroom themed frogs. we couldn't take away anything of weight from be gay do crime, instead I have to see it slapped onto every conceivable piece of merchandise in every font under the sun, for years on end. it's not fun anymore. it makes me hate things I used to enjoy.

how do I tell everybody what I want for Christmas without telling them? Because my family swears I’m so hard to buy for bc I buy everything for myself but I have a wishlist a mile long! 😭

idk why but one of my strongest n favorite headcanons about shadow is that he's a sanrio fan

yall,,,,,,,, he's home

i got my first Real Job out of college last year and i had already promised myself I would get something I really wanted with my first paycheck. and the thought had not left my brain before sanrio announced this aot collab. limited edition, only on sale for two weeks, japan exclusive. the absolute fucking HOOPS i had to jump through to get this in my hands. but now he's here,,,,,, all is well,,,,, finally i can rest

i love experimenting to find ur own personal style. i have such an appreciation for everyones aesthetics it makes me so happy

it took me a while to find my groove bc ive truly been all over the map (naturally as one does LMAO) but ive happily settled into ... uh

the lazy alternative look (grungey metalhead w gothy elements) <3 LMAOOOO

it’s truly easier to be creative when my things look cuuute 😌💞✨

slay

can i put a handbag in the washing machine

what are the connotations regarding sanrio and kuromi??

A lot of people draw the assumption that the Sanrio fanbase is full of poser white girls who are incredibly toxic. This is somewhat true to a degree but it’s mostly just an over- generalization. People on the internet love to generalize.

The fact that my husband actively discourages me from getting more plushies is spousal abuse.

༘˚⋆ day 8 of agere moodboards: ideal playroom ! ૮꒰˶´ ˘ `˶꒱ა ₊˚ෆ 🧸ྀི

꒰ ˚｡⋆୨୧ my ideal playroom would be full of calico critters, sanrio stuff, baby toys, and have comfy blankets everywhere !!!! 🧁 ₊˚⊹ ꒱

König with a reader who’s a Hello Kitty girl or obsessed with Sanrio. Will transform his house into a merch dump if he ever intends to bring his friends/colleagues over.

Konig Hello Kitty hunting for his precious gf because he is travelling a lot and has access to basically endless supply of merch from different countries. Will gladly take a jog to the nearest East/South Asian country just so he can get some exclusive merchandise from collaborations. Would drag you a giant 40kg suitcase filled to the brim with Sanrio merch - every time he passes through the security at the airport, he wouldn't even be asked to get through an extensive search because of his totally legal guns, oh no. It's this freaking kitty luggage that would earn him another hour before the duty-free zone. Where he could search for more Sanrio stuff for you. A bit more reluctant about you getting this stuff anywhere except for a few rooms of the house, however. He still wants to maintain his manly vibe, especially when his friends are coming. This man is anxious and insecure about his public appearance - he is a fearsome commander, him having such a cute and sensitive girlfriend is already breaking his tough facade...and certainly, having hello kitty merch laying everywhere would also not work so well for him. You eventually come to a compromise - he is placing his cool and manly hunt trophies and guns everywhere, and you get to have less cool rooms, like personal bathrooms and kitchen(and the bedroom, of course) as well as a few storage room that you can cover in everything he brought to you. He kinda loves your passion though - you liking this cutesy pink stuff aligned with his views on what you should like, so he is very willing to participate in this hobby. His intimidating posture also discourages other sorry fucks from taking what belongs to him...so he is very pleased that he gets to bring you your favorite stuff while you're thanking him for being your hero!!

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐘𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐌, 𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐘!

relationship headcanons with one piece feat: luffy, zoro, kid, law

warnings: fluff

(header by Loni)

𝙇𝙐𝙁𝙁𝙔 has a constant need to be around you. he follows you around absentmindedly everywhere like a puppy, sometimes it can be a bit of a nuisance.

"y/n it was so funny! usopp's hand was just stuck in the pipe and he was screaming for like an hour 'til franky saw him!" luffy cackled, a gummy grin etched onto his features as you felt your finger grow numb by the second. "hm, i bet.." you let out a light hearted scoff, trying to pull your hand back. it felt like with each tug of your hand, instead of loosening the grasp luffy had, it only made his arm stretch further. "but luf, i need you to let go off my finger!" you groaned under your breath as you felt your back grow sore from the odd angle. you were shrimping with your spine feeling like it was bent to a full right angle just trying to pull away from the - sorry, your rubber boy as he made very clear. you couldn't see him but you could already envision his dopey smile turn into a massive pout. "ehh? why do i need to let go?" "because if you don't want me to become an usopp and start screaming you're gonna have to let go sweetie!" "i dont see why i have to.." "luf as much as i love you, i'm not taking a shit with your hand snaked through the door like that."

we all know 𝙕𝙊𝙍𝙊 has the worst sense of direction, but it always becomes comedy, especially when you're mid argument with him.

"stop being so dramatic!" zoro groans as his fist pounds against the wooden door of your bedroom. "come on out y/n!", he waited for a moment only to be met with silence. you had turned away from him mid workout after he told you that he doesn't need someone to smother him like an over obsessive mother. you must be pissed. not that it's your fault, he shouldn't have turned you away, you were just worried for him. letting go of his pride, zoro's hand loosens as he purses his lips and thinks for a moment, "hey, 'em sorry, i shouldn't have said that." again, there is just utter silence. feeling dejected, zoro turns his back just to see you with an amused smirk and hands crossed against your chest and usopp giving him the most massive side eye from around the corner of the hallway. "that's great and all that you apologised marimo," you giggled, usopp jumps in, "dude, that's the utility closet."

𝙆𝙄𝘿 is always in stage one: denial. every time anyone brings up the fact that he is utterly whipped for you, his face blows red and he gets soo mad. but the thing is, he secretly keeps small trinkets of yours just so he can feel closer to you.

kid was busy at work with a screwdriver in one hand and the other keeping this small steel mechanism as still as he could. his crimson red eyes staring down intensely at the work on his bench. every time he gets concentrated like this, you could almost see the vertex of his tongue poking through the corner of his red-stained lips. "kid!" you shouted, scampering around the room, as you finally landed behind him, hands secured on either side of his broad shoulders. "hah?" kid gruffed, head leaning backwards, hitting against your chest as he looked up from his desk, "what?" "have you seen my bracelet?" you pouted, tilting your head slightly to the side as you noticed from your peripheral that the arm that was not mechanical twitch slightly. "i can't find it.." kid immediately scoffs, turning his head back down to his work. "no how would i know where it is!" "hmm okay, just asking.." when kid finally leaves his workbench, killer glances at him from the side of the kitchen. "y/n was looking for their bracelet." "yeah i know." "did you find it?" "why the hell would i know where it is?" "so the silver bracelet with a pink bunny pendant on your wrist is 100% yours?" "shut up - yeah it is mine so what!" "okay sanrio girl calm down."

𝙇𝘼𝙒 has to remind himself that he loves you dearly. you're the first person to make him feel this way. so when you're absolutely eating it up in the middle of his study with ice spice blaring through the den den mushi, he tries his best to live laugh love.

"HE SAYS THAT I'M WHAT?!" you shout, hand gripping the makeshift pen mic up to penguin as law tries his best to concentrate on the med book he has in his hand. he swears to himself that next time he'll never let you in this room again. "GOOD ENOUGH, GRABBIN' MY DUH' DUH' DUH'" penguin answers, nodding along as bepo stands utterly in the corner with the den den mushi in his hands. "THINK 'BOUT SHIT THAT I SHOULDN'T HAVE!" before you can really show your shit, law immediately shambles you guys out of the room. "law, i'm sorry!!" you plead from outside his room as the boys stand awkwardly behind you, ice spice still playing yet way quieter than before from bepo's hands. "c'mon!!" law swears he loves you, but if he hears another t-that boy's a liar! that boy's a liar! he's going to rip his ears off.

Punk!Miguel who gives you the scary dog privilege.

Punk!Miguel who always asks to accompany you back to your car or come take you home on the bus or train.

Punk!Miguel who insists on just driving you everywhere in his precious baby: an old toyota corolla.

Punk!Miguel who likes walking with you, his arm slung around your shoulder and making sure you stay on the inside of the sidewalk.

Punk!Miguel who comes up behind a guy who had approached you at a store and wouldn’t leave you alone even when you told him you had a boyfriend.

“Well, I don’t see him.”

“Turn around.”

Punk!Miguel who grins devilishly down at the guy, muscled arms crossed and spider bite piercings glinting in the sunlight. His pride growing when the guy realizes the size of him, the look of Miguel was enough to send a cold shiver down his spine and stumbling away with hurried apologies.

Punk!Miguel who drops his smile when the guy leaves and hands you a bag from the Sanrio store, a matching hello kitty skin care headband for you both to use later.

“You didn’t have to smile so creepily.” You pout up at him as you open the bag and then squeal at how cute the headbands were. Miguel takes the heavier bag you were holding from you, swinging it over his shoulder.

“Whatever keeps the losers away. C’mon.” He takes your hand in his, leaving the store to continue your day together.

König is the epitome of "That's my girlfriend, she just doesn't know it yet"

✦ He'd follow you closely everywhere you go, and while normal people would call it stalking, he calls it a necessary precaution.

✦ He'd follow you back home when you have night shifts to make sure his girl gets back home safely (you have no idea he exists)

✦ If you treat yourself out to a fruit smoothie, he'd be taking pictures from every angle subtly possible

✦ When the boys at the barracks ask him about any girls, he's quick to tell them he has a girlfriend.

✦ He doesn't want them to think he's a loser, but in all honesty (and König is NOT honest), that's the one thing he most definitely is.

✦ He'd pull out his phone and proudly present his beautiful most gorgeous amazing lovely girlfriend to them (you still don't know he exists)

✦He gets bolder with his approach towards you. Once you made too much coffee, enough for three mugs, and left the leftover in the kettle while you ran out the door to work.

✦ König watched from the cameras he installed in your kitchen, some of them were cute Sanrio magnets he planted as a faux gift from one of your friends on your birthday.

✦ He immediately takes this as an invitation to come in

✦ "My beautiful pretty girlfriend made extra coffee for me" is his thought process

✦ Later you return home ready to chug down a liter of Red Bull and coffee because of how exhausted you were.

✦ Wait a minute. The coffee barely filled a cup.

✦ You're sure you made more than that. It was so much??

✦ You eventually chalk it up as the water evaporated while you were gone.

✦ But then weirder things start to happen, like your navy blue panties going missing.

✦ You're sure that did not evaporate

✦ Cue more underwear going missing

✦ At some point, you came back home from work with the intention to go out to buy new underwear.

✦ You stripped out of your work clothes, and as you stretched your arms backward you noticed a square package on your bed.

✦ You look around in caution, you don't know where it came from. You shouldn't open it. Hell, it could be laced with something.

✦ Curiosity got the best of you and you ripped away the paper, and it was laced, indeed, but not in the way you thought.

✦ You found multiple gorgeous laced underwear.. and a note.

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To my beautiful, ravishing, Schatz.