rewatching one piece Again and luffy told sanji “dying isn’t how you repay kindness!” it took so much for that to sink in for sanji. he tried dying for zeff at the battle with don krieg at the baratie. he’s struck down by enel. he tried to jump in front of zoro before kuma. he sold himself to big mom. he sees his life as so worthless for too long until luffy comes to save him. he’s one of the wings of the pirate king. he’s a beloved son to a fighting cook. he is worth so much and has a home in this world and it took his whole life to figure it out. it’s insane how much luffy can heal people’s deepest traumas with his love
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You are the daughter of an angelic faerie and an elven king. You have grown up inside the only magical safe-haven of an increasingly apocalyptic land outside. You have wanted for nothing, essentially leading the perfect life, suffering and death playing little role beyond the abstract. Your father will never die, and your mother will never leave, but for tradition you are still crown princess and are educated as such. You love to dance and to sing.
You meet some kind of monster inside your mother's borders, a monster not of her or your making. It stumbled across you, dancing in the forest, bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as it stares. You are stronger than it, but you run rather than lunge for the kill. You feel pity, more than fear. And something about him makes the part of you that you inherited from your mother sing.
He tries to follow you, for a year and a day. You are stronger, and faster, and stealthier, and you let him see you sometimes anyways. You are not convinced that he is not a monster, but nor are you convinced that he is.
Spring blooms again to the tune of your song, and you let him get closer than before until you run.
But you hear him speak for the first time. He is a speaker, and perhaps to him you are the monster. You do not run, and you do not kill.
He calls you "Tinuviel"
He calls you nightingale- a little songbird, plain and brown, with a lovely voice. They are your mother's creation, but he does not know this.
He calls you daughter of twilight- perhaps for your skin and eyes and hair, but perhaps because that is when he has seen you most.
He calls you singer- creator of the very fabric of the universe, skilled enough to deserve the title.
You are the most beautiful creature the world will ever see, the daughter of an angel and a king. He does not call you beautiful, or angelic, or princess. He calls you a singer, plain and brown, dark and distant as the approaching night.
He is bloody and travel-worn and weary and wide-eyed as you dare to step closer.
He called you nightingale.
You don't know what to call him, but you hope to find out.
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Blue skies smiling at me
Nothing but blue skies, all I see...
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Although it does not depict a scene from the fic, this piece was greatly inspired by @fushiglow's glorious work Over the Threshold (is anyone surprised by it anymore, lol?). The part of Glo's story that sees Suguru rising to prominence and stardom even before Satoru's first ventures in the music industry isn't (yet? 👀) covered in the fic, but my mind tapped into it and ran with it — and this came to me as a result!
Hope y'all will enjoy this as much as I did drawing it!! Literally had the time of my life with Satoru's jacket and Suguru's hair, teehee!
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I started watching Bluey and when I say I was absolutely fucking ENLIGHTENED.
Me: Bluey’s such a popular show and even my adult friends like it…but why?? Isn’t it just a show for preschoolers
Me, after watching one (1) episode: OH….I UNDERSTAND NOW…..
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the When the Levee Breaks to Swan Song to Jack in the Box to Unity throughline. i'm gonna puke. the fucking cycle of patriarchal abuse at a cosmic scale but also on a granular level. we're always going back to mary bleeding and burning on the ceiling. we're always going back to sam breaking down, giving himself up to lucifer, and throwing himself into the depths of hell. familial violence is an ouroborous that both births and consumes itself. and in the end, sam, the moral compass - the one always branded crazy and selfish and disobedient for daring to question his family's reality - being the one to break it all.
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"They died holding hands" ok we talked about it now come back two seconds before that. R asked Enjolras permission to die by his side. He asked permission to make one last stand for something he never believed in. He asked permission to join the revolution, to stand up for a cause, to die as "one of them" even if he probably thought he didn't deserve it, since he didn't fight with them. He actually asked Enjolras his permission to be shot with him. And Enjolras, the leader, the only man he believed in, saw this incredible act of devotion, he saw the hope that people would rise eventually, he saw a new light for the future, and he granted him this permission. Meaning they both died happy, because Grantaire was finally accepted by Enjolras, while Enjolras actually saw what he always waited for : the people finally rising.
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