It Sure Is Something Being A Teacher This Week With Every MHA Ending-hater Being Like: "Deku Still Had

zoro is so funny cause he's all like 'i'll stand 10 toes down on my self philosophy that no gods exist' and is the epitome of the opposite of a pious man then luffy barges into his life and suddenly worship is all he knows

I'm not trying to read into things that aren't there

BUT,

House md playing Delicate by Damien Rice at the end of s2 ep3 where its a slow pan outwards of House looking contemplative out a rainy window and Wilson looking at him with longing eyes while you hear the lines:

"We might kiss, when we are alone,

Nobody's watching, we might take it home"

not trying to overanalyze but this did in fact drive me insane and I fear I will never recover for the look in Wilsons eyes was devasting and filled with love

Zoro does care about Luffy and his newly acquired form, but in the way he's been caring since his captain started with his gears. he cares because he has to know the side effects and how they affect Luffy. Luffy is a God, but that isn't news for Zoro, not when he's been holy from the very start. if Zoro fought for Luffy, if he left light kisses on his cheeks and hugged him as tightly as possible whenever they have to separate and will bite him and let him wear his shirts to sleep, and if he prays by helping him whenever he wants to do something stupid, and if he prays when he lets Luffy drag him everywhere like he's a ragdoll, and if he prays every single time he wakes up next to him. if Zoro believes so strongly in him, it's because he's holy in the way he's human, in the way he's strong all the while he is able to bleed, how he's able to laugh and cry, the way he gets angry on behalf of his friends when you hurt them, a man who frees and helps and yet hates when they call him a hero, he's reckless and makes mistakes, he's greedy and possessive, and he learns, he gets better, he's not the same person he was two years ago and he won't the same as he is now two years into the future. Luffy is a God, Zoro cares about this fact, in the way he's been caring for a long time now because it's not new for him, in the way he will care while he makes sure his captain can get what he wants

I want this tattooed on my brain NOW

“Those two things can exist at the same time. Like you said, it's all—it's all tangled up together, you and me.”

double page spread for one of my favorite luzo fics of all time, poly philtatos (the most beloved by far) by my good friend - @swordsmans!

I knew I wanted to do a double page spread the second I finished this fic and I drafted abt a dozen ideas before landing on what would ultimately become this. There were so many snippets and moments I wanted to illustrate but I ended up doing more of an abstracted version of the fic as opposed to 1:1 drawings of scenes 

funnily enough while the fic itself is told in zoros pov this spread is framed mostly through luffy’s eyes - his tears literally frame comp for their reunion, the moment he loses zoro, and the centerpiece of the first page which is this weird abstraction of him on the beach seeing zoros corpse-not-a-corpse in the waves just beyond his reach. 

gyro put the crane wives’ never love an anchor on the playlist for this fic which i heavily used as inspiration in picking ornamental things for the spread (the anchor, the fleet of ships by luffy, and the nautical rope splitting the second page). also just like. overall really heartbreaking lyrics guys 

there are smaller elements throughout the spread that are 1:1 references though (all i will say for these is if you know, you know hehe) i wish i had more time to do a lengthier piece for fanart for this fic bc it's one of the few luzo fics that have been rattling around in my brain forever now - once again please please please read poly philtatos if you haven't. gyro is a masterful writer and they deserve all the love! ok byeee

It’s so strange

I can never fully express what it’s like living with a tbi and the recovery, nothing ever sounds right, all the words feel wrong.

It’s like I’m transcribing a language dead and gone, all the words I have to say you don’t understand, you don’t have the words for what I felt, you don’t have any conjugations or phrases that equate to my grief. so I’m just left saying,

“It was bad”

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.

This is my apology to the One Piece fandom, I said I’d never watch a show that long bc it can’t be that good.

I was wrong.

It is very much in fact good.

Watching Naruto knowing it was made for dude bros, but seeing how it accidentally became a beautifully heartbreaking story about two people who would sacrifice the world for each other but never realized that they were in fact the world for each other, is so sad and so so gay of Naruto and Sasuke.

Having pots is crazy bc I’ll be sitting in the ER with a bpm of 160, just chilling, occasionally slumping over and losing control of motor skills but then going right back to joking—

MEANWHILE the nurses look at me like

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.