Ten Corvids In A Trenchcoat

yo, you're alive? thank you for your hard work, if it ain't worth it yet, it will be

We’ve waited a year to reblog this. Happy Bread Anniversary!

Because it’s important to celebrate the little victories in life. 

No, no, no!

This is April 19 on the Julian Calendar.

The real bread day is on April 7th

WOOO LEITNER DEATHDATE!!!!! 

this is why you don’t smoke. Elias Bouchard will kill the old man you let into your office

don’t *love* the composition here but here ya go tumblr

Happy brutal pipe murder day to those who celebrate

B o n u s :

Ace is, and always will be, feral.

AUGH…love drawin these guys. They r so so fun…

single dads have to stick together—what? i don't have your little sister i don't know what you're talking about

@theluckoftheclaws BEST DAD CONTENDER

Delta is distressed

Various practice doodles !!

More creature shenanigans!

I think it's so powerful that all the strawhats represent the ideals for a good adventure. They're the gods you'd pray to before setting off on the adventure of your Iife.

💙💙💙💙

There are things to be done before one can set out to follow adventure and hear the welcoming call of the sea. They must find and honor the Gods and Goddesses that they hope to carry on their journey.

You know exactly which ones you want to carry. You've always know.

Your parents are happy but still cry as they watch you gather your gifts and offering, their little one all grown up and ready to set sail. You assure them they have time because you're expecting it to take time to find all the ones you want to carry.

The first is easy. The sun god who plays in grassy fields and shore lines, always found under summer skies. You ask him for adventure, happiness, and the will to follow your dreams.

You leave your old hiking boots, laces fraying and heels worn but it's your favorite pair. They look well loved with a flower scribbled by your best friend on the side in faded ink, a black spot from where you got too close to the bonfire making marshmallows, and a hundred memories pressed like dirt into the soles. They've been on so many adventures with you but they can't go on this one.

You leave a photo of your family, brother and you front and center with big gap tooth smiles. It's old, years ago, and it has tape stuck on the back from hanging it on your wall but it looks prefect in the sunlight.

You leave a four leaf clover, hardly anything worth offering really, but you've always loved the idea of picking up luck on the side of the road. It feels right to leave it even though it's lost among the other flowers and grasses on the edge of the field.

The last offering is carefully wrapped in thick cream linen, a combination of dried meat and crackers. It's not a lot but the meat is from a local hunter and the crackers are your favorite.

They say this god has a big appetite and a even bigger heart.

You hope he's full when you leave.

The first time you come back home is during the tail end of the rainy season. It's been a while since you left and your soul aches for adventure but was quieted by your heart gently asking for home first please. Your village is so happy to see you and they greet your crew like family. Happiness rolls over your heart and soul, this they agree on.

The crew is a odd bunch to see in your small village, all carrying their own gods and goddesses from different home islands. The kids flock around them asking a million questions and parents apologize while trying to calm them down. People ask you about the world, taking in all the changes that have occurred since you left and all the small, new details.

A red, glass bracelet is wrapped twice around your wrist. It's handmade and the fire used to melt the glass left small embers inside that glow when catching the light. A single bead of carved bone holds it together, a upside down V shape with ends curling up and clasping the ends together.

A feather is braided into your hair, a gift of loyalty from a crewmate when she first joined. Her own hair woven though with feathers, flowers, and beads. The island she's from carries their gods blessing in their hair. Gifting someone a blessing was an honor and you're not ashamed to admit your cried when she took a beautiful, blue feather from her own hair and asked to braid it in yours. It was heavy with blessings for safety and healing, a god different from your own but no less wonderful.

You haven't forgotten your roots though. You step away from the crowd with promises to be back shortly. You have offerings to deliver while your crew enjoys themselves and the free drinks.

You do have a quick stop to make before you visit your gods and goddesses. A god new to you but one you hope to carry with you when you set sail again.

Welcome to the new world!!!! 😌

THE ONE PIECE IS REALLLL

honestly kind of proud of higuruma for holding out to his thirties because it seems like most sorcerers go off the rails in their teens idk

justice, justice, you shall pursue

[ID: a drawing of spider-man and superman, both in prayer shawls and kippahs, studying torah. There is text above them, reading “tzedek, tzedek, tirdof” which translates to “justice, justice, you shall persue”. End ID]

september is apparently suicide awareness/prevention month, so shout out to all the babes who thought they wouldnt still be here, love you all, life is hard but we continue the long walk home