step by step

“Each day, I have been a coward, and seeing you in this Bloom, I have seen true bravery, without which there can be no honor. So, if you would let me act with honor for the first time in my life, I would ask you for your hand and for a kiss.”

Rue: I love you. I love you intensely and fiercely. I love you in a way that I've never loved anything before in my life. [...] I've shown myself because of you. I did it out of love for myself. In the last Blooms, I tried to be someone else because I thought that was the way the fey were going to accept me, and I met you, and I thought, no, I need to accept myself first.

Searching for a way home by @fan-of-chaos

In his long life Brook had three places he ever called his home.

One he abandoned, one he helped to create and then lost to tragedy, one he was invited to with laughter and warm hand.

He loved them all.

No matter how much pain did did they bring him.

Houses and Homes (they burn) by Wordlet

built for, meant for by @scribblurri

I am transportation, Merry says. They have dreams, and I will carry them as far as I can.

 You really don't understand, do you, says the Baratie.

(or: what makes a pirate ship? what makes a home?)

about migratory birds by @haltiamieli

Retirement agrees with some people. Rayleigh is not one of them, and he knows it. There is no place for a weapon at a home; he is a creature of violence too sharp for the warmth of a comfortable life.

Or: a story about an old man who has a life that is too much and too little for a (former) pirate. A story about contemplation, about finding temporary peace, a story about love that is given and held close up to the point where it becomes too much and then left to breathe so it can be picked up again.

Cover for the It’s Pirates zerver sine!

I long to be Like the moon: How she smiles At whole and And eaten half, Privy to the wind’s whip Of change At ease in her Shifting slip of skin, Unafraid of the night’s, Dark, dead fruits,   As she breaks to To make herself anew.

How she magnetises, The seven seas, And push-pulls Them all with ease, Ever susceptible to her Every tease.

How easy it is for her to See from every angle, Every fragile heart And crying mouth, Without ever burning out.

I long for her Healing silver, The peace of her mount On the hill. How much would it be, How many pennies Would I need to pay To have That much love to spill? And, tell me, if you will, Just how many Hearts would it fill?

When can I come home to you, my heart? My bones crunch underneath my skin My lips crack and bleed My vision fades And my strength leaves me. Love, I did not want to leave And now I can’t seem to find my way back to you. I am tired. After all, home is where the heart is, And I have left my heart with you.

ONE PIECE: CHAPTER 973: THE KOZUKI CLAN

learn the stories of the boys who loved the sun and the angels who loved humans. they are warnings, they are cautionary tales. don’t listen. fall in love anyway. 

- i can feel my heartbeat, and the sun is rising