Luffy, The King Of The Pirates That You Are....

A modern One Piece Au but Luffy has ehlers danlos syndrome.

He loves to get in fights despite it always ending up with him needing half a pill bottle of Tylenol, five servings of meat, a 4 hour nap, and a joint pushed back in place by Chopper.

Every gang knows him as that ‘stretchy, rubber guy’ because Luffy will purposely stretch his skin out to scare people even though it bruises later.

All of his finishing fighting moves leave him with a dislocated shoulder that Zoro knows how to put back in place after Luffy walked him through it one time with the worst instructions ever.

“Just push it back, quick! I can’t move my arm, c’mon!”

Long hair zoro to insta request

The Pitt + text posts (2/?)

Heavy In Your Arms

I can't stop with the zolu sacrilegious imagery.

I listened to Florence + The Machine the entire time making this, hence the title.

Couldn't fight the lesbian urge to draw Boa Hancock fawning over a a random OC

Born to write fanfiction and scholarly articles

Forced to focus on only one at a time

*Sobs realizing that zolu fanfiction isn't getting me a masters degree*

As a butch4butch lesbian, Rio Romeo releasing Butch4Butch brought back my faith in humanity and revived my search for a quirky little butch partner who I can go on silly little adventures with

"you can't ship those characters they tried to kill each other!" sounds like someone can't appreciate the inherent eroticism of violence 🙄

MARRIAGE!!!!!

Rebloging to remind myself I’m not alone

you ever feel like you were born with something rotten inside you and if people get close enough they’re gonna find out