Quote Association - Tumblr Posts
Michael pre-cage and Michael post-cage
Michael in the cage doesn’t like to think about God.
The second quote is from Anne Sexton’s Civil War
I ask god to send a swordsman / and god says ‘look at your hands’
— Melissa Broder in “Problem Area” from Last Sext
a world where an itty bitty Mihawk needs someone to save him, yet there's no one there but him.
I can very much see Shanks, in a fit, yelling this at Mihawk as they are once again in the middle of an argument Shanks would very much like to not have, about how Mihawk hopes to die
This is very Crocodile I think.
I can imagine him saying this to Mihawk trying to recruit him, trying to justify himself and his actions to a man that has never felt the need to justify any singular action he has ever taken in his life and was already going to join soley on the grounds he’d get paid to fuck up the marines day and a good bottle of wine.
Or even just saying it offhandedly to Daz Bones, his most loyal servant, as a kind of unneeded explanation during the initial planning of Alabaster’s down fall.
This to me is obviously Bucky and Steve. Like this is Bucky in Civil War, not quite Bucky not quite the Wintersoldier just someone looking for peace.
His memory is spotty at best, still comes and goes. He remembers the good times but he remembers the horrors as well, he’s not sure what’s real and what’s not. Doesn’t quite know when the torture started or which one it was. Which time was he saved by Steve and which time did he lose his arm. It all blends together.
he doesn’t always remember Steve and Captain America are the same person, he can’t remember their differences either. But he knows that they both make him feel the same way. That one of them, both? Is a promise of safety. That he could weep and never stop and they’d still be there.
Siblings
Growing up with a sibling is like being the only people on a stranded boat.....How do you live with them? How could you ever live without them?
-Ritika Jyala, excerpt from The world is a sphere of ice and our hands are made of fire
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Do I even need to explain all the ways in which this is Perona and Zoro or does it just eat you alive the way it does me.
Like they are stranded together on a deserted island in the ruins of a kingdom that destroyed itself. The only other person is a dangerous uncaring man, who kind of feels like a father, but could so easily kill the both of us if he wanted and there'd be nothing I could do to protect you.
It's us versus him but he takes care of us and doesn't care that we argue all the time. We trade insults like breathing and you have no reason to still be here but you bandage my injuries everyday all the same and no matter how much you complain you still carry around a first aid kit .
The old man's a lunatic but I think he's lonely, we do most things together, all of us, even though we don't have too. I do your share of the chores when you beg and pretend to hate it, you make me a snack when I can’t move and complain about it.
We curse each other out, we sit down for dinner, I'm leaving soon. We have separate lives that weren't meant to be intertwined forever but some part of my string will forever be tangled up in yours.
The day before I leave you bake a cake I don't like but eat anyway.
I'm glad we had this.
we'll both think
I don't think I could have survived without you
Do I even need to explain all the ways in which this is Michael or can you see it? Does it rip you apart or are you normal?
Like this is him after the cage. He’s the last archangel all his siblings are dead. God abandoned him for a millennia, and is still missing. Heaven is dying, he needs to go back.
Or he could not. He could stay here, have this
For the first time in his incomprehensingly long life, he has a choice, a real honest to god choice, and as he looks at the boy infront of him, completely housing the greasiest burger he’s ever seen, he can’t pretend he hasn’t already made it.
For the first time since the universe blasted into existence in a bang of light. Michael chooses himself.
-Pirates of the Caribbean; Curse of the Black Pearl
Sorry but can’t you see Roger, Shanks or Luffy having this exact conversation
This is their inherited will, this is the string that ties them together across generations. bound by shared love and ideology, it’s as real as the hat that sits on all their heads.
Shanks. Roger and Luffy lifetimes apart but under the same sky, smiling out at the same ocean, in search of the next adventure. Free as can be.
The love of a ship, the freedom of the ocean, the world as an enemy . Something tells me Jack, sorry Captain Jack, and Luffy would have been really good friends.
- Andrea Gibson
Michael and Adam.
You get the themes the poem is right there. Michael was the first being ever made by an imperfect god. He in himself is practically a big bang how do you begin to explain that to someone? Let alone the one other person you’re stuck in a lifetime of isolation with?
Every single Captain and their first mate in one piece, Even the evil ones too. it’s actually kind of concerning.
The only possible exceptions to this I can think of are Blackbeard and Shiryu of the rain. And who ever was the first mate of the Rocks Crew. Both crews that were just a slapdash of strong people. Their captains are essentially Pokémon catchers that value nothing but strength and destruction.
My favorite Captain and First mates tho are;
- Luffy & Zoro
- Shanks & Beckman
- Roger & Rayleigh
- Law & Bepo
And honorable mention to a non captain and first mate duo that still give the same vibes
- Sengoku & Garp.
But yeah just the never ending devotion of a loner and the extrovert they swore to follow to the ends of the world for the rest of their lives and probably after
Yuuji Itadori has never had a life that was his own. He belongs to everyone but himself. Whether for the sorcerers, the curses and Kenjaku, the coaches at his school or even his grandfather he is a slave to their expectations. He is either a tool to be used or a weapon to be sharpened
He was born unnatural there has never been a moment his life was his own.
It’s kind of interesting and fucked up that the only person that’s never expected anything of him is Sukuna.
Mihawk after losing his job, due to very justifiable reasons, and becoming a wanted criminal again on his way to a new gig that will allow him to once again resume his hunting of marines for sport but this time he gets a nice little bounty he can claim
I don't know, this is very Nobara Kugasaki staring her death and yuuji in the face and saying tell them not to forget; it wasn't so bad. No matter how she died she doesn't regret her life. She doesn't regret letting Yuuji pull up a chair and take a seat in her life
It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.
Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream (via lifeinpoetry) Change August to October and watch me die trying to explain how this is Yuuji.
This is Yuuji walking around the ruins of Shibuya after the singularly worst night of his life, with an older brother he just found that tried to kill him but would now die for him;
trying to reconcile everything he has lost and become with the fact that there are so many people that love him and he doesn't deserve it
It is August: the true ending of a year. I’ve grown sick from trying to love who I am.
Carlie Hoffman, from “High Bridge Park,” published in Gulf Stream (via lifeinpoetry) Change August to October and watch me die trying to explain how this is Yuuji.
This is Yuuji walking around the ruins of Shibuya after the singularly worst night of his life, with an older brother he just found that tried to kill him but would now die for him;
trying to reconcile everything he has lost and become with the fact that there are so many people that love him and he doesn't deserve it