i know exactly 0 one piece ships but you asked me about my favorite pjsk ship and in return i ask you about your favorite one piece ship now go and infodump 👍
THANK YOU FOR ENABLING ME BESTIE I LOVE YOU /P
ANYWAYS IT'S ZORO AND LUFFY IT HAS BEEN FOR A LONG TIME. I ALSO LOVE THEM PLATONIC BUT NO MATTER WHAT I THINK THAT THEIR RELATIONSHIP IS SO SPECIAL... I DON'T WANNA SPOIL YOU TOO MUCH BUT LIKE. I CAN LITERALLY WRITE AN ESSAY I HAVE WRITTEN AN ESSAY AND IT WAS LIKE 1000 WORDS AND I DIDN'T EVEN GET INTO IT THAT MUCH. IN GENERAL IT'S JUST. SOMETHING ABOUT THE AMOUNT OF TRUST THEY HAVE FOR EACH OTHER AND THE DEVOTION. THEY CARE. THEY CARE SO MUCH. LUFFY CARES ABOUT AND LOVES THE WHOLE CREW, OF COURSE, BUT SOMETHING ABOUT HIS RELATIONSHIP WITH ZORO HITS DIFFERENT. EVEN AS EARLY AS THE BUGGY STUFF WHEN ZORO PICKED UP THAT HEAVY ASS CAGE AND HAULED LUFFY TO SAFETY DESPITE HIS STAB WOUND? AND WHEN HE TRUSTED LUFFY ENOUGH TO LITERALLY JUST GO TO SLEEP ON THE BATTLEFIELD? IT GOT ME. THAT SHIT GOT ME. ALSO LIKE, ZORO IS ZORO. HE'S A PRETTY PROUD MAN, BUT HE SWALLOWED HIS PRIDE AND GOT ON HIS HANDS AND KNEES AND BEGGED FOR LUFFY'S SAKE ON TWO SEPARATE OCCASIONS. AND HE IS QUITE LITERALLY WILLING TO DIE FOR LUFFY. PLUS ON LUFFY'S SIDE SOMETIMES ZORO IS THE ONLY ONE LUFFY WILL REALLY LISTEN TO AND TAKE SERIOUSLY. AND I CAN'T FIND IT NOW BUT THERE'S THIS ONE PANEL WHERE A BUNCH OF THE CREW IS PASSED OUT AND LUFFY IMMEDIATELY RUSHES TO ZORO AND HOLDS HIM ASKING "HOW COULD THIS HAVE HAPPENED WITH YOU HERE?" THE TRUST IS INSANE... AND THEN A MUCH SMALLER BUT STILL VERY IMPORTANT THING TO ME. ONCE LUFFY LITERALLY OFFERED TO SHARE HIS LUNCH WITH ZORO! I SEE THAT AS A LOVE CONFESSION, PERSONALLY... AND ALSO THIS BIT... THEY WERE ONLY SEPARATED FOR LIKE, A WEEK AND WERE LIKE THAT... IT'S LOVE IN MY EYES...
(Also bonus headcanons: To me they are both asexual and Luffy is demiromantic while Zoro is gay)
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A Persuasive Argument - dpxdc
"Great!" Danny says, clapping his hands together to get everyone's attention. The dinner table falls silent as everyone looks towards him. It's a full house today and, honestly, Danny's a little nervous. "I'm sure you're all wondering why I gathered you here today."
"It's dinnertime. In our house." Duke mutters, while doing a very bad job of concealing his yawn. He holds his fork poised over the braised beef, but, just like everyone else, still looks towards Danny before tucking in. It's intriguing enough to wait.
"Yeah, no one misses Alfie's dinner." Dick says, with a brilliant smile that Danny can't help but return.
"Precisely! What better time to talk to you all than when you're all actually here!"
"Wait, I thought you came round to work on our English essays?" Tim asks, blinking owlishly.
"I'm afraid I've lured you here under false pretences, Tim."
"This is where I live."
"I would still really appreciate help on that essay though, I mean, what the hell is Hamlet even about? I just don't get that old time-y language, like 'Hark! A ghost hath killed me!' - absolute rubbish, what does that even mean?"
"The ghost never kills anyone in Hamlet, he's there to tell Hamlet that he was murdered. Have you actually read it?"
"No, but it sounds like you have. Tim, I want this guy to help me with my essay instead. I know for a fact that you haven't read Hamlet, either."
"So? We don't need Jason, I've read the Sparknotes."
"Hi Jason, I'm Danny, pleasure to meet you, summarise Hamlet in three sentences or less."
"Am I auditioning to help you write your essays? I can't believe you’ve gone through your whole school life without reading it, it’s good!"
"Hamlet, along with a number of other classics, was banned in our house because it portrayed ghosts as intelligent and sympathetic beings rather than evil, animalistic beasts. I didn’t even get to see The Muppet's Christmas Carol until last year with Tim! It was surprisingly good, and I hate Christmas because everyone always argued and it sucked. But we're getting off topic. I—"
"No, no, please go back to that, because what the fu—"
"Boys, please." Bruce interrupts, looking to the world as if he wants to hang his head in his hands. "Danny, you were about to say something?"
"Oh, yeah, Mr. Wayne! Thanks!"
"Please, call me Bruce."
"Well, that very succinctly brings me to my point, because I'd actually really like to call you dad."
Nobody says a word. Nobody even blinks, all as shocked as the other, watching open-mouthed as Danny pulls his laptop out from beside his chair. Bruce can definitely feel a headache coming on.
"Before you say anything, I've prepared a 69 slide PowerPoint presentation on why you, Bruce Wayne, should adopt me, Danny Last-Name-Pending. Please save your questions, comments, and verdict until the end, thank you."
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The hero's sword arc of Frieren is only a single chapter but it's probably the chapter I think about the most... You have the classic sword in the stone that can only be pulled by the hero who is destined to save the world. So of course Himmel, the legendary hero, is the one who freed it.
Except: he didn't. He failed. He couldn't pull the sword from the stone. He wasn't the prophesied hero who would save the world.
And he went, okay, well, people really need a hero right now. So I'll just pretend to be one anyway. It doesn't really matter if I'm a fake or not if either way we're helping people.
And he did. He was a pretend hero. And they saved the world.
And now eighty years later there is no one left to remember that he never pulled the sword from the stone at all. It's easier to believe that he did, because he saved the world, so he must have been the destined hero. But he wasn't. The sword saw him and rejected him, and he simply went on anyway, because he wanted to help people, and that's what it takes in the end to be a hero, really. The four of them saved the world, and the true hero's sword sits quietly in a cave somewhere, rusting away, forever, unneeded.
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