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hyperfreaksating · 1 month

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Stag Party: Buggy: Yes

The hangover isn’t even a good movie but also a scenario of „Cabaji, Buggy+ Strawhat Bois loose Zoro before the wedding, which usually wouldn’t even be too much of an issue but Zoro got the rings“ is pretty damn funny

(Originally thought of them loosing Buggy but let’s be honest if someone goes missing during a Stag Night it’s Zoro)

It's maybe because I'm currently doing my yearly rewatch of How I met your mother and Red look a bit like lily aldreen to me but reading you I can't help but think about a mix between the hangover and Marshall stag night.

Picture this :

Buggy had planned a perfect stag night. The usual drinking feast with his crew on the big top, without his soon to be wife and children. But Red was like "oh hun please take Zoro, Sanji, Luffy and Usopp with you. They're really sad I don't wanna do any party on my side. They'll behave themselves don't worry. I'll just spend a quiet night drinking wine and plan wedding with Franky and Robin." He tries to say no but she gave him THE WIFE GLARE TM.

.... A few hours later you can find a flabbergasted Buggy in some tavern. Luffy is eating his twentieth dish of the night. Sanji is unconscious on the ground, face covered in blood because a stripper smiled to him. Usopp is telling to the bartender how he's actually the best man for the ceremony and - wait, no he's actually gonna OFFICIATE the ceremony since he's the captain of both the Sunny and the big top. Zoro went to the toilets hours ago and now he's nowhere to be seen. Chopped is crying in a corner why DID THEY HAVE TO TAKE HIM FOR FUCK-

Cabaji awkwardly pats the back of his captain as the lighten cigaret of sanji is starting a fire in the tavern.

Everything's fine.

#buggy the clown #redbomb family #one piece oc #captain buggy #buggy one piece #redbombshipping #Redbomb #ask sid Glorious #one piece

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sourlemonsz · 6 days

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My yearly TBP dream lmaoo this is going to be a long post :/

So anytime I rewatch TBP or think about it before sleeping, I get dreams about it. But it's the same dream every single time, so when I'm asleep and I see the start, I'm always like "Oh shit it's this dream"

And something important I need to add is that I have crazy vivid dreams, meaning it feels exactly like real life, but I know it's a dream. Sometimes I can control them, sometimes I can't, and in this dream, I can't. But I still feel everything, which is horrible.

So onto the dream, it always starts off with a shot of Gwen and Finney playing in a yard. (In this situation my perspective acts more like a camera, but I feel everything the characters feel.)

So they're playing the yard, and the sunlight gets dimmer and dimmer until it's dark, and Finney stops ominously and says, "They're here." And Gwen already knows what he's talking about, but Finney stays rooted to the spot. In this dream Finney can see bad or evil spirits idk why.

And mind you the vibes are already scary as shit. The "scene" cuts to Finney drawing some sort of building, and Terrence for some reason plays an understanding and loving father, and tells him, "Expand your imagination son. Stretch it far beyond this building." Well bad advice Terrence because Finney does, and let me tell you, they're in a room where the corner of the room is pitch black, like you cannot see the corner.

And a random flashlight lights that corner of the room and there he sees his mom, she's curled up into a ball with wild eyes, wide and darting everywhere, she looks terrified. And Finney starts screaming, "Mom?! Mom?!" And Terrence tries and fails to calm him down. At this point I feel Finney's terror which was NOT fun at all ohmygoodness.

The "scene" cuts again and we're introduced to an unnamed Cult Leader Woman, in some weird fucked up dream logic you're supposed to call her in case of a car accident or something. And I call her after seeing a car flip on the highway(And yes it's my perspective now). And by the time she gets there me and my friends met her in the field where the car flipped into the woods.

She tells us in the scariest fucking voice on the planet, "Now, now, remember not to go into those woods, it's dangerous." We nod and get the fuck outta there, but the shot lingers on the woods, and between the trunks of the trees, you see different peoples legs, standing behind the trees, which I assume to be the bad spirits that Finney sees.

So the "scene" cuts again and it's Gwen on the computer searching up this Cult Woman's website, which looked and acted as an ARG Gwen clicked on different links and the one that I remember most is a 3 second video of a guy halfway submerged in dirt, his eyes blown wide and looking everywhere, with an apple in his mouth. Gwen gets freaked out and gets off of the computer.

Then the "scene" shifts again, the final scene is somehow Finney has a phone, and is using it to see the spirits around the house, the first one he sees is The HatMan, he sits in dark corners and when he's spotted he gets up from his spot and leaves, never taking his bitty white eyes off of Finney.

He continues looking around the house and vibes get increasingly more rancid and then my mom wakes me up, and I'm panting like a racehorse.

Let me tell you that has been the scariest dream I've had this year lol, like it was actually so scary. Anyways that's it bye.

#also I had to take a 3 hour break just from that I was so scared #the vibe was kinda skinamirink #the black phone #black phone #tbp fandom #finney blake #gwen blake #dreams #scary dreams

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tojisbootycall · 1 year

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sorry yearly rewatch of spn has my trans sam brainrot coming out. read below the cut at your own risk cuz i gotta get this out before i keep going on my own fic

Sam first feels it walking home from school. He's in fifth grade and Dean goes to the middle school. They're supposed to meet every day at 3:45 on the corner of Wilson and Main. Sam always goes where Dean tells him to go so he's on his way when the creep sloughs down his spine. Maybe last year he wouldn't have felt the prick of being watched but he's nine now and he's started to notice things. Things like how Dean's throat has a bump in it where his does not. How his father and Dean have hair where Sam's skin is smooth. He's started to notice his chest and how it's slowly but surely getting bigger. It makes him nauseous, these understandings, but he doesn't know why. Doesn't know why it makes him want to punch a hole in the wall. All he knows is that last week Dean tried to be brotherly and take him to go get "feminine" stuff and he threw a tantrum so big the motel owner threatened to kick them out.

At least Dean hasn't mentioned anything about it since.

Still, Sam automatically scans his surroundings. He's older now, his father has taught him things. Nothing like Dean, who Sam thinks could fight the world and win. No, John treats him like he is breakable. He shows Sam how to curl a fist, how to dodge one, and how to aim a gun. He never shows him how to take a hit. Not like Dean. But still, he's started to teach Sam more about the world they really live in, so he watches the shadows carefully, waiting for movement.

When he doesn't find any, he turns back around. He immediately bumps right into someone. It's a woman. She's taller than him. He's still achingly short for his age. He hopes one day he'll get a growth spurt like Dean did.

The lady looks down at him and Sam gets an uneasy feeling. John has told him to trust these feelings so he does. He takes a step back. The lady just smiles more, raising her eyebrow at him. She's pretty, Sam notes, with smooth skin and long black hair, a dress that reaches her knees. "You okay there?" she says, and her voice is silky in Sam's ears.

"Yes, ma'am," he says, and he hates how his voice sounds. That he can't manage the gruff tone of Dean and his father even when he tries, the only traces of it coming out when he screams.

"What a polite young girl," the woman says.

Sam flinches involuntarily. He doesn't really know why. Just that it sounds wrong to him, those words strung together. Still, he's always supposed to be polite. "Thank you, ma'am," he says, looking up at her. If he doesn't go now he'll be late meeting Dean.

"You don't like that, do you?" the woman says. It's an inquisitive tone, not a fact, like she's observed something about him. Sam doesn't like that she has read him so easily.

"I'm a girl, ma'am, no worries." Yet the words feel like ash on his tongue. A curse given voice.

"Do you want to be? Sam, do you want to look like me when you grow up?"

And he has not given her his name. Sam backs up for real now, and yet takes her in all the same. How her hips are gentle curves, how the dress hugs her thin waist, her full chest. How the apple of her cheeks are adorned with blush, how her eyes are soft with mascara and shadow. How her hair cascades in thick waves, slightly curled. She's beautiful.

Sam does not want to be beautiful like this.

"I-I need to get Dean," he says, more to himself than her.

"I'm not here for Dean," she says, taking a step. Her eyes flick to black before settling back to brown and Sam shoots straight up. He's nine. This is a demon. Dean will never make it here in time. "I'm here for you, Sam." She crouches down to his level and takes his face in her soft yet firm hands. "I'm not here to hurt you, little one. I'm simply asking you a question. Do you want to look like me, Sam?"

"I don't want to make a deal!"

"No deals, Sam. I promise. Just yes or no."

He opens his eyes to look at her, forces himself to be brave because Dean would always be brave in times like this. Dean's not scared of anything. He thinks he's seen Dean scared once or twice, when their dad comes home drunk or angry, but those times he just locks the two of them in the motel bedroom until morning.

The woman's grip doesn't ease. Sam is nine, he can't outfight another being. So he squares his shoulders like he's seen Dean do and looks straight into her eyes. "No," he says, glad his voice doesn't shake.

"Okay," she says, releasing him. "What do you want instead?"

"What?"

"You don't want to be a girl, Sam." She runs a finger along his arms, a gentle nail down his throat like she has read his innermost thoughts. "What do you want instead?"

Sam looks at her long, long hair. It sways at her waist. His is almost as long. It's dark and brown and thick. He hates it, but every time he begs for a cut he's ignored. There's never enough time, enough money.

He curls his hand into a fist. "Sh-short hair," he hisses out, almost ashamed to say any of his wants to this thing, this demon. "I want short hair like Dean's."

"Okay, Sam."

There's a soft snap of her fingers, and when Sam looks again, the woman is gone. It's only a second before he hears his name being yelled from down the block in that gravelly voice that's still creaking and cracking in the middle.

When Dean catches up to him he nearly stops in his tracks, mouth still half open to yell at him for being late. "Dude. What the fuck did you do to your hair?"

Sam's fingers move slowly up his neck, and even then he can feel it. The soft fuzz of his hair on the nape of his neck. It's been shaved down, and when he shakes his head slightly, he can feel the shaggy layers against his cheekbones. His head feels inexplicably light. "Oh. Uh, I cut it. In the bathroom."

Dean assesses him. He reaches out and runs a hand through Sam's hair, then slaps him across the head. "Dad's so gonna have a fit."

Sam sticks his tongue out at him. "I don't care." And he doesn't, because for the first time in recent memory, Sam feels like Sam.

Dean rolls his eyes and throws an arm over his little brother's shoulders, steering him in the direction of the motel. "Whatever. Looks good, kid."

Sam shoves him and takes off, sticking his middle finger up back at Dean. He laughs when he hears the sound of his brother's footsteps running after.

"Not a kid!" he yells, and thinks maybe, one day, his voice can crack like Dean's too.

#spn #supernatural #trans!sam #levi writes #gonna add more to this as i feel like it #because by god i'll be damned if i add supernatural to my ao3 authored fics #this is staying between me god and tumblr

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moonlightperseus · 7 months

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That's fair that does sound bad, I'm sorry

I read Gideon because it's one of my friends favourite books but I think that's the only example I have. And there's not, no. I always feel like I'm wasting my time for doing certain hobbies that I love, so it's harder to take free time for someone else's hobby, so that makes sense.

I'm just so bad at watching television, I really wanted to watch it once Babs came in but I couldn't ever get through season 2, it's not even a comment on the show it's a comment on my inability to pay attention.

I am VERY glad I did!! I just finished reading hold still on Libby with my library card which is very rewarding because it was a book I'd wanted to buy AND I'm currently listening to the Graceling Audio book so it's definitely paying off. And I don't usually guess plot points due to the whole "head empty" thing. The first book I ever annotated was the Bell Jar and there's just no highlights until the very end (in which I had to physically resist the urge to highlight every single thing to do with Dr. Nolan) so I'm really not you're gal to tell you if anything was shocking. (Granted I did tell my friend I thought a character had bad vibes and I was right and she was impressed, so)

I personally think Harrow would've fucked me over if I had to listen to it. I already go in and out of paying attention to audio books and Harrow was so confusing for the first like 90% I would've been screwed. Audio books are harder for me because I *can't* do anything else- I have three hobbies, reading, writing, and drawing. I can't do two words at once so my only option if I want to listen to an audiobook is draw and especially since I just loan them from the library there's a lot of stress to draw for like 20 hours in two weeks.

I got to 12. I just keep forgetting it's there. You just like,, click too far into the next issue (page 1) and you're like... "well fuck since I've started-"

I saw that when I looked I just didn't know but fair!!!

I might try!! (I might even do a better job since I have the physical comics)

That's fair, I get that/ Hopefully you like year zero then! (when you get to it) I've never been able to complete sudoku, I know how it works I'm just stupid lmao. And that's fair, my laptop fucking sucks, I need to buy a new one before I start school again but God I don't want to pay for it who cares if this one can barely open the internet.

I imagine it was his phone but I didn't ask. He was kind of sketchy. At one point he tried to give me candy and I said I didn't trust him and then his coworker took a piece and asked if it was weed because "it wouldn't be the first time"

I am!! I just went to my local comic-con (very little comic anything- it was very disappointing. 90% of it was anime which was frustrating because we also have a yearly anime convention, but that's not why I'm telling you) I didn't notice a lot of the cosplays (due to the "oh god why am I here this is terrifying" feelings and the need to not get separated from my big brothers) but as I was leaving I DID see (or my brother pointed out to me, more accurately) a VERY good cosplay of Black Canary. I did not ask for a picture because we were leaving and I am shy but I have been thinking about it since lmao. She alone made me want to just like draw Black Canary for the rest of my life.

ok sorry for the delay in response life’s been busy and when i’m not busy w work i’ve been consumed by a rewatch of a silly tv show from like. eight years ago.

i will say s3 of titans (the season babs was in) definitely felt like the lowest point of the show imo. it was too doom and gloom gotham. but seeing an actual disabled person cast as babs was so cool, she was a fantastic babs she just wasn’t given a whole lot and a good chunk of it just felt like she was just there as a love interest for dick which was very frustrating to me :/

yeah i definitely think there are probably some small bits i missed with listening to the locked tomb books but a good audiobook is my favorite thing for a long drive.

i did read year zero and it was fun. loved seeing harley and ivy be gay and do crime. (and ivy beating up the joker!!)

still haven’t started injustice2 however i’ve been bouncing around reading some current dc runs (hawkgirl, powergirl, wonder woman and the amazons attack comic) and some older stuff (i read an old zatanna special because i was in a zatanna mood) i keep telling myself to read injustice2 and then getting distracted 😔

ooh a comic con that’s cool!! i’ve never been to one, i kinda would like to go to one but also they sound so overwhelming so idk if i ever will. maybe if i find someone to go with. LOVE that you saw a black canary cosplay that’s so cool i love that also you SHOULD draw black canary for the rest of your life (maybe just not. only black canary. variety is good!)

sorry that my response is a little short this time my brain is made of spaghetti tonight but i really wanted to respond bc i feel bad that this ask has been sitting in my inbox for several days. hope you are doing well!! (and hopefully i will actually start on injustice2 soon so i can share my thoughts with u!!)

#comics anon #abby replies

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chickenparm · 2 years

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oh no i’ve been rewatching that scene where silco leans back and smokes & my whore mind was like what if he smokes + getting a bj

don't worry i'm on it babes, i got you. help is on the way dear. i dropped everything to come do this one.

Silco/gn!Reader 1,602 Words - NSFW Blowjobs, deep-throating, mild praise, Silco doing his usual cigar shit

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"Then it's agreed. We'll uphold our end of the bargain so long as you stick to yours."

"Your men will have walk-in access to the clinic, and we'll keep sending the bill monthly."

Silco hummed in agreement, his eyes following the movement of your hand as you stretched it across the table for him to shake. After a moment of deliberation, he tucked his cigar between his teeth and accepted your hand. His skin was warm against yours, and it caught you off guard when his fingers curled around your palm to shake your hand twice.

And if his fingers brushed against yours until the very last second as you pulled away, you tried not to think about it too hard. Your bi-yearly negotiations with this man always had you in shambles, and today was no different.

It was like he knew what he did to you. Especially when he lit that cigar up just before completing the deal, wrapping his lips around it as he set the lighter down and took his first pull. The ember glowed nearly as bright as his eye.

Carefully, you got to your feet and reached for the coat you'd hung on the back of your chair. Smoke drifted lazily from his lips as he eyed you, "Leaving so soon?"

"I've work to do today, and I assumed you didn't want to spend time on inane small talk," You answered honestly, leaning an elbow on the top of the chair instead of grabbing your jacket. Silco's good eye narrowed as he followed the line from your chest to your waist to your hip and down your thigh.

Silco didn't look away from you as he stretched an arm over the back of the couch to tap the ashes from the end of his cigar with two short bumps against the ashtray. It came back to his lips, but he paused to speak first.

"I can make time. Can't you?"

You eyed him warily, suspiciously, and he seemed to catch onto it right away, "It's not a trick. We've been working together for years, I'm simply interested in learning about one of my most-trusted business partners."

Trusted. Right...

"You know the important details," You leaned a bit more weight on your elbow, using the chair for support as you watched with a dry mouth at every move this bastard was making. The gentle bob of his boot as he crossed that leg over the other, the long line of his arms as he propped them over the back of the couch, the way his eyes seemed to be burning into you as he looked anywhere but your face. His eyes followed every line on your body, from your shoulders to your chest to and lower.

"Then tell me the unimportant ones."

"What do you want to know?"

Silco regarded you for a long moment, finally meeting your eyes with a knowing smirk, his lips wrapping around that cigar again as he spoke, "Everything."

"Everything is quite a bit. If you're gonna weasel information out of me, you have to be more specific, Silco."

"How do you feel about casual sex?"

Gods above, you nearly choked on your spit. If he felt ashamed at such a brazen question, he didn't show a single ounce of it. Only the quiet sound of his boot tapping the underside of the table punctuated his expectant silence. You knew you must have looked ridiculous, wide-eyed and staring in disbelief.

Then, his tapping stopped and you watched with rapt attention as he uncrossed his legs and set both feet flat on the floor. If his intentions had been in suspect before, they certainly weren't now when you finally saw the bulge in his pants, made more prominent with the open way he was sitting.

"Answer any way you'd like."

Pushing yourself out of your leaned position, you hooked a boot under the tabletop and tugged it toward you, leaving ample room in front of Silco for you to approach. When you were in front of him, you slowly got to your knees and reached for the buttons on his pants that were straining already.

Your hand reached in his trousers to pull him out, and you took a moment to marvel at the cock in front of you - thick, heavy, and perfectly cleaned and manicured like he fully expected for someone to see his dick today.

You tried not to think too hard about that one as you wrapped your hand around him to give an experimental stroke. Silco hummed in pleasure, cigar nearly falling from his lips as he spoke, "Good answer."

Something in your preened at the praise, and feeling bolder now that you were sure of his intentions, you leaned forward to swipe the flat of your tongue along the bottom of his cock from base to tip. You earned a quiet groan of appreciation, and you decided that as long as you had a chance to suck this man's cock, you were going to get as many of those sounds out of him as possible.

Silco was heavy on your tongue as you slid him past your lips, easily bumping into the back of your throat and making you suddenly back off and gag. Silco's hand curled into the hair at the side of your head just behind your ear, providing a surprisingly sweet gesture of support as he spoke.

"Only do what you can handle - Perhaps later we can practice with more, hm?"

Your eyes flashed to him and he only had a tiny, knowing smile as he let go of your hair to lean back on the couch again. He dropped the remains of his used-up cigar in the ashtray, and as you swirled your tongue around his tip you got to watch him try to prepare and light another one with trembling hands.

Then that hand came back, fingernails gently raking against your scalp as you worked him deeper in your mouth, getting used to the feeling of his cock on your tongue and hopefully down your throat. Smoke wafted upward as he moaned your name to the ceiling, head lolled back as you worked him with your tongue and hands.

Silco's pre-cum was salty, and whether it was normal or because you'd somehow worked him up enough, it ran down your chin in glistening rivulets that Silco's eyes followed as he looked down at you from his boneless position.

"I've always wondered what you'd look like with my cock stuffed in your mouth," Silco paused, a swipe of your tongue gliding perfectly along his frenulum and making his breath catch. The hand in your hair started to guide you, setting a slow, leisurely pace that you allowed him to control instead.

"But this is much better than I could have dreamed up when I fisted my cock the moment you'd step out of here. We should do this more often, hm? Better than a handshake, I-I'd think."

You caught the stutter in his words as he pulled you a bit further onto his dick, brushing against the soft flesh at the back of your mouth and feeling it constrict around him as you swallowed, willing yourself not to gag so he wouldn't pull you back off again.

"Y-You've wanted this as long as I have," Silco spoke lowly, the smoke from his cigar settling around you as he leaned closer, "Maybe longer, judging by how eager you are."

With your mouth full of his cock, you could do nothing besides whine in approval as his hips shifted up to push deeper, "Keep this up, you're doing so well for me."

You moaned around him at his praise, and like a missile he honed in on it immediately, "Oh, you like that? You like it when I praise you? Mmh... It's well-earned, you're going to make me cum down that pretty throat of yours if you keep this up."

You didn't know how badly you wanted that until this moment, and you rocked forward as his hips raised, finally brushing your lips against the base of his cock. Silco's head dropped to the back of the couch with an audible thud as he stuttered your name out, your throat spasming around him as he intruded further than anyone ever had.

His cum hit you fast and with force, nearly making you gag with how thickly it caught in your throat as you swallowed around him desperately. Cigar long forgotten, smoking away in the ashtray, Silco's hands dug into both sides of your hair as he held you on him through his orgasm. All you could do was brace your hands on your knees and take him until he started to soften in your mouth.

Silco did nothing to stop you as he panted heavily, watching you tug his handkerchief from his pocket to clean his cock and tuck it gingerly back in his pants, mindful of the sensitivity he'd have. As you tossed the used cloth to the cushion next to him on the couch, Silco finally sat up fully and reached both hands to cup your jaw and hold you still so he could kiss you.

You accepted the gesture, tilting your head up and at an angle to allow him more access to your mouth as his tongue slipped passed your lips to glide along your own. You vaguely wondered if he could taste himself on your tongue.

Silco pulled away, breathless all over again, and smoothed both thumbs along your jawline as he spoke, "Just seeing to it that you swallowed it all."

#silco #arcane #league of legends #silco x reader #gender neutral #minors DNI

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whereistheonepiece · 2 years

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Yo, I wanted to asked, what do you think of Ga4p ? Because I see a lot of loving him or praising this character and I've never been that invested in him. Because i can't stop myself and think about MarineFord or Baby Luffy alone or Baby Ace alone, and that type of stuff, so what is your position specific matters ?

Lol Garp's a shithead. He's a terrible grandfather/guardian who benefits from the labor of the women in his life because he can't be bothered to actually take care of the children placed in his care, probably because that's "woman's work" and he's a mayun.

This guy wants his grandkids to grow up to be Marines, so does he personally raise them and instill them with a particular set of values? "Nah, too hard. Let's beat the shit out of them and then blackmail an impoverished group of mountain bandits into doing it. This will certainly work out in my favor."

We don't know a whole lot about Luffy's living arrangements before Garp dumps him on Dadan, but as far as I can tell, it certainly looks like Makino did the majority of childcare for him. I recently went back and rewatched the early episode that shows Luffy's time in Foosha village before Shanks lost his arm, and Lu definitely comes across as a neglected child who's hanging out at the local bar because gramps is too busy working. My brother suggested that maybe Garp was helping Makino out under the table, making her yearly tribute to the Celestial Dragons smaller, but it seems perfectly in character for Garp to just take advantage of Makino's kindness and let her provide free babysitting.

Because what happens after he dumps Luffy on Dadan? Makino has to travel to the mountain to give ASL new clothes. She'd only have to do that because Garp himself hadn't taken the initiative. Makino probably had to make that trip multiple times throughout the years as the boys got bigger.

Also I'm inclined to believe that Garp wasn't very involved with Luffy's life before life with Dadan and Ace because the thing Luffy fears most is loneliness. Luffy seems to have had no friends close to his age before Ace and Sabo. He spent his days hanging out with pirates in a bar because gramps can't be bothered to be involved in his life other than to slap him around and have him train to fight monkeys.

And this is all before getting to Marineford. Listen. My position on the Marines is "Fuck the Marines, even the Marines I like on an individual basis" and I do not like Garp. I don't think I have to explain how fucked up it is to willingly sit through your grandson's execution, even if you feel very bad about it boohoo. And before someone accuses me of being unfair to poor Garp, I don't care if Garp has spent his life in service to the Navy. Let's get that out of the way. Some things should be more important.

Garp may love his grandkids, but he has a shit way of showing it. Abuse, neglect, and complicity in their execution are shit ways of showing it. There's a reason why Luffy got nervous when he saw Garp in Water 7. Hell, the bastard hit Luffy because Luffy wasn't appropriately sad enough at saying goodbye. Gee, I wonder why.

#garp #luffy #makino #asks #anonymous

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