“luffy is not smart” luffy does not win all those fights JUST by punching hard. he is figuring his opponents out! he’s accessing their strengths and weaknesses. he’s seeing what makes them tick. he’s altering his fighting techniques accordingly. he knew the map room was what hurt nami the most, and what arlong valued the most, so he destroyed it. when he was fighting crocodile, he figured out in one fight (while being impaled) that crocodiles weakness was water, and when he ran out of water, he used blood. when fighting enel he knew his electrical powers couldn’t effect him because he was rubber, and when enel predicted his moves he ricocheted his punches off the wall so they were unpredictable. & not to mention his emotional intelligence
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Bravern: Isami! Turn the internet back off!
Isami: Eh…Why?! I have to finish my report!
Bravern: I must continue this exciting game with the pixelated jumping prehistoric beast through the vast dessert!!
(Bravern forms an addiction to the game.)
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noo
i can't😭😭😭
baby yeowoon having a huuuuuge crush on his sunbae and acting like a little lovesick idiot is just everything. he is the cutest🥺🥺
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chapter ten of the goldfinch being named the idot could be a reference to russian novel the idiot by fyodor dostoevsky. however, it could also be donna tartt calling theo an idiot.
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Yuuki Bakuhatsu Bang Bravern Bravern
Bravern and Female Sick Female S/O Headcanons.
“Sick?” Bravern repeated dramatically as he placed his hand onto his chest as “Arial”, looks at him with tired and heavy eyes, “That’s simple to get over! Just activate your firewalls, and you will be as good as new. Then, Arial, you can get back inside-"
Arial sighs loudly, her headache pounded through her skull as she runs her fingers through her hair.
Bravern's loud, booming voice was the last thing she wanted to hear.
“Bravern…Humans don’t have ‘firewalls’, we’re not machines.” She muttered, wanting to run off and hide underneath the covers of her bed in her sweet, safe, and very QUIET dorm.
(Which Bravern didn’t know the location of. To Arial’s relief.)
“Oh, is that so?!” Bravern shouted, making Arial cover her ears.
Bravern would Google his S/O's systems in the "trusted" search bar.
Why did all his results end with cancer or death?!
Bravern would immediately go into full-blown panic mode, rushing around and trying to find a cure for Arial's illness. He would be constantly checking on her, bringing her soup and medicine in his massive hands, and trying to make her feel better.
Despite his good intentions, Bravern's over-the-top reactions would often make Arial feel worse. She would get overwhelmed by his constant hovering and fussing, and she would just want him to leave her alone so she could rest.
Eventually, Arial would have to put her foot down and tell Bravern that he needs to calm down and let her recover in peace.
Bravern would be reluctant at first, but he would eventually agree to give her some space.
"Remember what we talked about..." Arial would remind.
"The Personal Bubble...?" Bravern hesitatedly replied.
"The Personal Bubble..." Arial nodded, crossing her arms onto her chest.
A week later: Bravern would learn what all earth women and girls go through once a month.
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pov: you are trying to write but a gremlin won't stop trying to give you a haircut
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does she come to gloat? does she come to torment? there is something broken in him that keens even as she stands there garbed in starlight. in a light he can never thrive in -- gods she is as beautiful as the day he lost her, as beautiful as the day she left behind the settling ruins of a court he was never fit to rule. he cannot blame the state of this place on her, he knows he has driven it to this point, with each friend he sent to the human world who never returned. with each year that ticked by without succeeding amarantha's game. he has damned his court with the love he has for her, destructive and consuming - he had thought himself clever enough to play games of strategy with a king, and had written his own tragedy. forest green eyes cannot drag from her form, half convinced she is a mirage, he sits on the crumbling steps of the home they'd so briefly shared -- the roots have risen through the stone to wrap around his ankle, another around his thigh - seeking him as if to soothe their own distress.
' i'd offer you a seat but -- '
tamlin && feyre // @feydarling
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oh my friday night plans? i'm currently sitting in bed, reading sashanne fanfiction, and watching my cat stick his entire head into the bag that once held my donut so he can eat every last crumb
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