The Marineford Arc Can Easily Be Summed Up As

Martingale by Searows just scratches my Zolu brain bc all I can think abt is Zoro yearning over Luffy when I hear these lyrics

I am starting to resent myself

I’m watching you across the room

And I am powerless to stop myself

From slowly turning into you

There’s a satellite above my house

I think it watches over me

If it could know me from the inside out

You’d be the only thing it sees

Long hair zoro to insta request

Getting blood work done for PCOS bc all my life I’ve had extremely irregular/non existent periods, painful symptoms and extreme lows during times I thought would be my period but nothing happened, along with thicker body hair.

For YEARS. No one believed me when I said something felt wrong, that this was all normal. Advocate the fuck out of yourself, be annoying and push for doctor referrals.

Menstruating shouldn’t be extremely irregular and painful.

Again,

MENSTRUATING SHOULDN’T BE IRREGULAR AND PAINFUL!!!

fuck anyone who’s says that that’s normal, ur body is not fulfilling a cleaning cycle, it’s like pulling up old laundry. That shouldn’t happen.

If u feel like something in your body doesn’t feel right speak up about it. You know your body best, don’t let ppl diminish that.

They both yearn so hard.

Insp. by the song Make Out In My Car, by Sufjan Stevens

I need more Zoro/zolu fanart utilizing his three swords and his devotion, bc the imagery could be SOOO GOOD.

3 of swords in tarot is all about emotions, grief, pain, emotional suffering, but it can also be seen as a release. The three swords pierce the heart, eliciting emotions that may have been buried to bleed to the surface. It is a sign of sorrow, grief, but a pain that is welcomed.

And in Christian imagery, Mary is often depicted having swords piercing her/her heart, indicating the seven sorrows. It is showing the pain she went through that lead to Jesus’s sacrifice, depicting the grief a mother feels seeing their child suffer.

Now, Zoro’s devotion is tied to his sword style. His dream is intertwined with Luffy, making all of his training, every fight, every near death experience, and glorious victory dedicated to one man, his captain. Zoro fights because he sees Luffy as something greater than himself, greater than everyone else. With his 3 swords, he will claw his way to hell and back to save the man he calls captain.

Like, guys, THE POTENTIAL. USE SACRILEGIOUS ART TO MAKE THE GAY GAYER AND SADDER.

The swords have meaning, embrace it.

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

Timeskip Togachako because I needed to put them TOGETHER 🩸🪐

Arcane has had me thinking about this dynamic of what I'd call "found siblings" or something like that.

The trope of "like brothers" or "like sisters" I feel is often translated wrong, or ends up becoming more romantic than inteneded is what I think is the neglect of the tie that makes siblings, siblings.

siblings are tied together by a large, fundamental simualrity that forever will tie them together, regardless of what life brigns them. Sharing the same parents intertwines two indivudals, as well as growing up in the same home, regardless of if you are related or not. This tie is a shared expeircne that shapes a persons deveolpmental years.

Also, what always makes me laugh a bit when I hear the line "they're like my brother/sister" or "We're like siblings" is the fact that most of the time, they NEVER act like siblings.

If you want to have to characters have this "found sibling" relationship, they need to be able to express anger, frustration, and a childish annoyance at the other. Siblings know that regarldess of how much they can be angry and hold a form of hatred for the other, at the end of the day, that person has been in their life so long that there are some things that that person will only understand. It's being close because this person knows too much about you, it's sometimes a resigned love. It's not talking to this person for weeks or months but still knowing every intimate and embarassing detail about how this person's tween years.

Now, I'm speaking from a biased standpoint, I'm not close with my sibling in the way in which we talk with one another every day and are best pals or something. But, they're someone I can call at the end of the day when I need help. We won't talk for a month but if I'm stuck in the ER again because of my chronic health condtion, they'll hang out with me the entire time just so i don't feel lonely.

To write characters that percive one another as siblings, they need to be characters that will always help the other out at the end of the day. They can hate one another, but still come when called. They argue, maybe they don't see each other for months because life just got in the way, but when they see one another, they go back to bickering like six year olds. Sibling dynamics are held together by the fact that they know far too much about each other to stop being friends without it being a liability.

Overall, I feel like what creates a great sibling dynamic is the resigned love both characters hold for eachother. It's an eyeroll and a sigh while reaching out a helping hand. It's disagreeing with all of their choices, but reluctantly saying yes to helping them anyway because at the end of the day, you know them too well, you've seen them at their worst and walking away just isn't an option.

How We Love

*a poem of love from someone who has never been close to it*

You love with the same fervernece Of a starved man who has been Gifted with the promise of food Sitting mere feet away.

You are all bite an snarl, You push and shove To the finish line; Your eyes trained on the flesh In front of you.

I too was hungry. You were not the only one Who was withheld lifes simple Pleasures.

I too was left to chew At the inside of my cheek To slow the decay of my skin.

I know what it feels like To cut away pieces of your body Just to feel whole.

Yet you keep taking from me; Living under the assumption That leaving my skin bitten, broken And bruised, used up from your ventures, Is an act of love, and not one Shaped from your depravity.

When I laid my body bare for you That night while the world screamed Beyond the four walls of your quiet, Cluttered room, I thought you saw how our Eyes where blurred red from the same travasties.

Naivety has always been my downfall.

It was my undoing believing you knew that We were scarred from the same knife--rather, It was careless of me to assume you would hold it in consideration before serrading me once more.

But,

With my body cut open, My blood seeping into your sheets, claiming ownership in the one place you called home, I think the hunger that had been gnawing At my insides, long before you knew me, began to subside.

There is a power in knowing You come to me to feel worthy Of being human again. That it is my body, my being That is the foundation of your Sense of self.

So I will stay quiet while your feast, I will not cry while you dismember me. I will wait, watching red stain creme cotton In a halo around us and build myself From the remnants you left, and hold you While you struggle to understand the fullness.

For this is how I love.

My two thoughts while reading The Metamorphosis, by Franz Kafka

1: wow, this is a beautifully tragic story on what it means to become “useless” in the eyes of society despite so wanting to be a part of it and it is a critique on how we do not shame others for choosing not to work but once one is unable to, they loose all inherent value in our minds and are diminished to being simply, a pest.

2: I wanna scurry around like a little cockroach under furniture