It's The Way That Afterward Everyone Was Running Around In The Dark And Exclaiming Over The Cool Bell
it's the way that afterward everyone was running around in the dark and exclaiming over the cool bell thingy and frolicking under the stars and phil. stays on the hill. glancing everywhere frantically. taking note of mobs. on edge. ough.
and then foolish tells him to just chill and look up at the stars and phil looks up. smiles. and goes right back to keeping on guard.
-
parrotnbread liked this · 1 year ago
-
ceratatata liked this · 1 year ago
-
jellielover liked this · 1 year ago
-
tart-sweetheart liked this · 1 year ago
-
iilosersphxii liked this · 2 years ago
-
eldritchabominationuwu liked this · 2 years ago
-
got-frogs liked this · 2 years ago
-
noahlligator liked this · 2 years ago
-
stuck-in-a-constant-daydream liked this · 2 years ago
-
loganloggins liked this · 2 years ago
-
mastofthecast liked this · 2 years ago
-
misterscribbles liked this · 2 years ago
-
ruby-lucy liked this · 2 years ago
-
verity-moon liked this · 2 years ago
-
blankliferain liked this · 2 years ago
-
nicoloeelizabeth liked this · 2 years ago
-
demonictreegremlin liked this · 2 years ago
-
greaterduck liked this · 2 years ago
-
mtsis liked this · 2 years ago
-
cemoras27 liked this · 2 years ago
-
hollowhornets liked this · 2 years ago
-
bulbagirl liked this · 2 years ago
-
sincerelybubbles liked this · 2 years ago
-
fr00000ginahat liked this · 2 years ago
-
former-lurker liked this · 2 years ago
-
perpetuallyboo liked this · 2 years ago
-
microwavemacaroni liked this · 2 years ago
-
tommyvlogs liked this · 2 years ago
-
angel-astre liked this · 2 years ago
-
beansthemothman liked this · 2 years ago
-
caelistein liked this · 2 years ago
-
chugg12 liked this · 2 years ago
-
hyperfixation-symposium reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
randomgamefan liked this · 2 years ago
-
faeriecoffins liked this · 2 years ago
-
me-a-nerd reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
me-a-nerd liked this · 2 years ago
-
didse101 liked this · 2 years ago
-
leifygreenz liked this · 2 years ago
-
doodlebob1 liked this · 2 years ago
-
smol-flower-kiddo liked this · 2 years ago
-
percynotderolo liked this · 2 years ago
-
moon-bloooms liked this · 2 years ago
-
leonarda-el-angel liked this · 2 years ago
-
quietly-sleeping liked this · 2 years ago
-
chizuery liked this · 2 years ago
-
requiem-under-the-stars reblogged this · 2 years ago
-
requiem-under-the-stars liked this · 2 years ago
More Posts from Snow-that-is-in-colour-red



luffy IS selfish. By @ace-no-isha
iñaki godoy studied luffyology at the esteemed monkey d'university. he graduated top of his class. latin honors. he's on his way to get a phd. oops wait he's already got it. my god. the talent on this young man. he's got that natural troublemaker face. the class clown at the back of the class kind of energy. a kid who's hiding something in his hand. u take one glance at this guy and u know he's not up to no good. but would u follow him anyway? are u kidding me. look at him. of course u would.
Warning: Major major one piece spoilers of wano and egghead!!!!!
Tw: death & blood






The idea of luffy’s vivre card flash-banging sabo in that pitch black bilge is making me laugh so much
Bonuses:


Full pic of that last page👇

Here’s the full pic of this since it being a gif absolutely tanked the quality of the image.
Some little notes:
I felt like it would be in sabo’s best interest to cover up those funky little wounds imu gave him so that he doesn’t, ya know, bleed out and die or something cringe like that. So I imagine he used his weird coat thing as impromptu bandages.
Has anyone else noticed that his reverie coat doesnt actually have arm sleeves????? That coat has no other purpose than to drape over Sabo’s shoulders to make him look cooler and by god is it working. I cannot knock the hustle.
wilbur's perspective on parenthood is rooted only in tallulah's emotional wellbeing, but that neglects her physical wellbeing. wilbur is similar to tallulah in that both of them are rather new to the world, and neither understand the atrocities that have already taken place. wilbur believes that he only needs to emotionally equip tallulah, and he can take care of the rest. he frequently tells her how much he loves her, he sings to her, he goes the extra mile to make sure she knows that he's proud of her. all of this is great and absolutely necessary, but wilbur is not giving her the final necessary thing in this world: physical protection. he doesn't understand that he won't always be there to protect her, even though he knows that he'll literally be away for long periods of time. he doesn't understand how easy it is for these eggs to break. he doesn't understand that people will kill her for the sake of killing her. and as a result, he doesn't feel the need to give her armor or weapons. wilbur thinks that he can protect her physical wellbeing because he'll always be there, but he's mistaken. at least if she dies, she'll do so knowing that she's loved. but she'll be dead anyway, and it'll be wilbur's fault.
Wilbur doesn't know why he knows the steps. It feels like a dance you remember only in a hazy state. Walking beside a small kid, careful not to trip into her stride feels right. He feels like something overtakes him to speak in a gentler voice of reassurance. To sing her a song goodnight is instinct, not just as a musician but as something else. It feels so strange all of a sudden that he of all people is so careful with a child he's never met until that day. When he heard he was possibly a dad, he simply dismissed it like minor news. Akin to hearing you have a spider in your home or it's raining in 4 days, he'll get to it but it's nothing really.
But now he cares so much, he'd wreak havoc if anything happened to Tallulah. It feels like deja vu, like looking through a mirror to another world. A world where he has a special place surrounded by redwood trees and by the riverside. That other guy he's looking at, he's building everything up just for his own kid, with the same face of care and concerns as his own. He's singing some lullabies as him, matching the cadences and lyrics even if hushed and mumbled. He's teaching how to shoot a bow and arrow to his kid just like him, explaining the steps the same as him. He's leaving the kid soon just like the other, but at least he's trusting someone else to take care in his stead.
There's another kid, he realises. And that kid looks sad, in spite of the beautiful scenery. That kid is looking at walls, just like Tallulah. He's not living in much comfort or glamour, just like Tallulah. He's learning how to fend for himself with a bow and arrow, Tallulah will be like that soon. He's seen the dance, the rhythm of a deadbeat. And now its up to him to change the paces.
Will doesn't know why he pauses in faint recollection when a memory doesn't exist. It's merely a dream from a bygone night, but what's a memory but not a dream you've seen before. Yet when remembers walking through the forest and a flash of red fur snickering, he doesn't understand why a pang of burrowing feelings hits him.
And that feeling turns to drive, a desire to be at least the best dad he can be for now. For Tallulah and for that lonely kid he doesn't remember.