I Wish Everyone Who Made Kit Connor Feel He Had To Come Out A Very Merry FUCK YOU. You Forced An Eighteen

I have to say the little ghost crab army has been a highlight of my day for the past week and I wish more companies could understand the simplicity of what they really need to do to fundraise

I love that musk is groveling asking people to pay for their blue checkmarks while tumblr's fundraising solution was to sell a tiny shitting horse, shoe laces, forced post visibility, and crab rain

ao3 being down means all of us are forced into our own found family trope through the depths of the #ao3 tag on tumblr. coincidence?

I think not!

Lust [noun] - a very strong sexual desire

ok. important question. rb and put in the tags if u prefer/tolerate sending emails or making phone calls more

wishing mine was looking a little more like his

Team is having one helluva first semester at university.

honestly the only acceptable way to wrap up Chopper's character

please I need this so bad 🥺

I want Chopper to rush across the warehouse in front of Palm and Nueng and jerk with the force of the bullet from his father's gun and fall to the floor with the sound of him landing echoing in silence.

I want Kit to watch his son fall and realize that he has fucked up, that he's done the one thing he doesn't know how to come back from and stare at the still figure of the boy who refused to shoot him and know he can't come back.

I want Nueng to stare at him until Palm turns his head away and I want him to weep because his cousin, his friend, who never betrayed him and was always on his side has finally found the one way he could prove it, the one way he could stop all the doubts.

I want Palm to hold Nueng tightly and not dare to reach out because the last time he reached out for someone protecting him it was his mother and she was dead and Chopper can't be dead, can he, there can't be another person who died trying to protect their love instead of him.

I want Nueng to the first one to finally touch Chopper, to realize that he's still alive even as Kit stares and Palm turns away and Nueng starts giving orders, starts telling them what to do because no one else is dying for him.

I want Ben in the hospital with them, a thousand yard stare at the operating room doors, wondering if Chopper would have made the same choice if he'd listened to his worries, if he'd given him a chance, if he'd believed him.

And I want Chopper, alive in the end, alive and knowing he is loved and worthy of that love, knowing that he did not have to stoop to his father's level to stop him, knowing that he protected the people he loved without having to kill for their sake, alive and hurt and aching but loved.

Guys while ao3 is down we have time to write and when everything smoothes out we can celebrate with new chapters.

honestly this bl captures their personalities perfectly, and the fact that I can relate so deeply to both Team and Win just makes it so much more personal and deep... like this shit that they are going through is REAL and not pretty irl, and the script and scene writing has encaptured those details perfectly

i just love this so much ❤️❤️❤️

Win doesn't think he can ever have anything that's just his and Team doesn't think he can matter to someone enough to be just theirs and that they have to discover how to be what the other person needs while also truly discovering what they need and want is poetry.

I think the one Tumblr change that I would really enjoy would be the ability to change between profiles and have them be totally separate from each other. being able to like and repost things on one blog, switch, and not see any of that content on another would be super helpful imo

One thing about me is I would always prefer the found family be unhealthily codependent little freaks than “grow up” and become people that only see each other or talk on special occasions. I want them ENMESHED in each other’s lives PERMANENTLY.