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khepiari · 2 months
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Luffy is so spoiled because of Ace too
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My headcanon is that, Luffy being such an annoying gremlin is partly Ace’s fault as well. Yes, Sabo was there, and so were Makino and Mayor, Dadan and Gang and of course Garp in some brutal capacities.
I totally believe Luffy’s most formative years of learning happened when: that one year Shanks docked in Windmill Village and told him stories of his great many ocean adventures, and the rest of his life's education happened in the four years he spent running after Ace.
Ace is the elder sibling who had to step up to protect and care for Luffy because the adults in their lives were so incompetent. Especially after Sabo’s “death” he had to sober up. Between the three of them, Sabo was the one who was always kind, and patient and treated Luffy for the child he was. With him gone as the rational and calm one and after the Bear attack incident which almost killed Luffy, Ace had to step up, and actually grow up in a sense; he was no longer the lonely boy fending for himself, and picking fights just to channel his powerlessness and anger. Luffy's existence made him a better human and gave him a chance to be his own person. He became responsible as he had a weak crybaby and who for lack of a better word was — a fool with no sense of self-preservation. And because Ace had no point of reference, let alone a healthy sense of relationships, he raised Luffy like a feral wolf pup that he picked up the streets on a whim and spoiled him rotten to the point of dumb clingy.
On the other-hand, Ace was Luffy’s safe space. He would fight, cry, bite, get hurt, make mistakes, pull Ace into trouble and still follow Ace around with a stupid big smile because he knew Ace would protect and indulge him. Ace’s presence allowed Luffy to thrive and become the epitome of spoilt rotten. Because no matter what nonsense troubles he got into, he had Ace to look after him.
Yes, Luffy was always a selfish little shit who did what he wanted, but Ace enabled him to the point of getting away with anything as long as he was not intentionally harming anyone. I also think Ace wanted to make sure Luffy’s then innocent and happy world was not marred by people’s unkind words or actions, and he did a tremendous job— because Luffy listened to him, or at least tried to. Luffy was the little brother, to be precise, Luffy was his little brother, his only family, his chosen one who was a handful and his only ray of hope in this hateful world. But he knew who he was raising and how he was raising Luffy. Unlike Ace, who was burdened and bothered by the history of his lineage, made sure Luffy was not affected by any of his own dark thoughts or Garp's bullying. So his approach to raising Luffy was to both pamper him and prepare him with one goal: for Luffy to become independent and fearless.
After all a wolf is a wolf, he can be trained not domesticated.
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dr3adlady · 2 months
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I can't believe I just realized this thing after 8 years 😭😂
Sandor, who was traumatized and set on a path of revenge and darkness by his 'elder brother', has a near death experience and almost dies, only to be reborn, with the help of 'Elder Brother', who finally shows him the care and consideration that he deserved but had never received from his ACTUAL elder brother.
New life, new elder brother, it seems :)
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thegoodmorningman · 1 month
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I see you, my dear Sun, and I stare right back!!!
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thatdeshigirl · 18 days
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georgie being protective about missy with boys is ironically so funny 😭
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amplifyme · 4 months
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War stories
“It wasn’t just the wildfire. I’ve faced flames in battle before. The fires feed the rage. So does the fear.” Sandor casts a glance at Elder Brother. They are sitting at a table in the common hall, during the lull that comes between supper and evening prayers. A storm rages outside, a bitterly cold wind rattling the shutters of the windows and finding its way in through tiny seams and cracks in the walls, stirring the air around them with its icy fingers.
“Any soldier who claims he is not afraid is a liar, or a fool. Fear and anger are a dangerous combination,” Elder Brother offers, “especially when armed with steel.”
“As any man who’s ever faced me could attest - if I hadn’t put them all in the ground.” Sandor takes a sip of hot mulled wine and sets the driftwood cup back on the table. “Men were falling all around me. Burning or bleeding or both; dying. The Blackwater was on fire. I’d led a third sortie and knew we were beaten. I got what men I had left back inside the gate. And then the Imp decided what we’d already faced wasn’t sufficient. That’s when it happened: when I’d bloody well had enough.
“The Lannisters,” he spits, “frauds, every one of them, and me worst of all for my allegiance to them. I was somewhere I didn’t want to be, doing things I didn’t want to do. And for what? So I could be sent back out into the fires of the seven hells to fight for things I wanted no part of? So that sick little fuck could sit on his iron throne and continue mistreating her?”
It has been near two years since Sandor Clegane first came to the Quiet Isle and winter has fallen hard upon Westeros.
“It’s good she didn’t come with me then. I would have gotten us both killed within a fortnight. Though there are times I wonder if I didn’t leave her to a worse fate: her marriage to the dwarf and then accused of regicide.”
“You don’t believe her capable of murder?”
“I didn’t say that. Everyone is capable of murder. She meant to kill Joff once, just after he’d had her lord father’s head lopped off. I saw what she was thinking and stepped between them, stopped her. The little king never knew how close he came to flying that day. But his murder by poison? No. That requires a cruel cunning and the little bird don’t have it in her. Short-tempered she could be, but not calculating, not that way.”
“People change, brother. You know that better than most. You knew Sansa Stark when she was a child. You cannot know who she has become.”
“If it’s true that snake Baelish has her, may your gods be with her.”
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He thinks on all the plans he’s made over the last two years, all the possible scenarios his mind has created on those long nights when he can’t sleep and lies awake instead, warmed by his memories of her. Sandor wipes a calloused hand across the battered wood of the table and quietly snickers at his strange quirk of fate.
“What makes you smile, brother?”
Sandor lifts his eyes and looks at the man across the table. “Do I have to share every bloody thought in my head? You should be tired of listening to me by now, old man.”
“Perhaps. But I grow weary of hearing my own voice. And it is pleasant to talk to someone other than my proctors.”
“You get tired of their pious bleating too, do you? Be honest now, you like swapping war stories with me. You were a soldier; that never leaves you.”
“I am a man of the Faith now – that is my life’s calling.”
Sandor gives him a long, reflective look, one which is returned in kind. It does not occur to him to wonder when being looked at straight on stopped being a rarity and became the norm. There are no eyes on this isle that will not willingly meet his. “Tell me: were you brought to your knees when you found your gods?” he asks.
These Scars We Wear, Chapter 6
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I love to think about how Ivanova and Sheridan think of each other as quasi-siblings because nobody else this side of the Rim could have Susan Ivanova’s timing in relation to every single time John Sheridan finds himself amidst a romantic encounter.
she’s just… there
all
the
time
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onlythespiteremains · 1 month
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If I walk away
Then who's gonna carry you home?
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bloosemood · 2 years
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it never rains but it poured all week, did you think of me?
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adlibitur · 9 months
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I think you're gonna need somebody
With time you can waste
On your weak days
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poesby · 1 year
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Song Rec Request For Writing!
Anyone have songs about adoptive sibling relationships/brother&brother relationships/protective older brothers that will wrench my heart out and that I can use for the VibesTM for the book I'm currently writing? I've got plenty of Elder Daughter/Sister songs for the other of the two main narrators, but I'd love to have some to add for my boy Koji!
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first--lines · 1 year
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Shriveling. He shrank. Leaves, twigs, branches, roots, all curled in on him. His trunk went limp. His apples dropped to the earth in a green rainfall. He mourned them with tears of sap. These apples were his last crop, his children-to-be. His chance to spread his family with his seeds now lay on the ground, doomed to rot.
  —  Elder Brother from Tortall and Other Lands: A Collection of Tales (Tamora Pierce)
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beans2695 · 1 year
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Still don’t miss the mornings or the hospital bills
But I was thinking if you wanted
I still got some blood we could spill
I know I’ll never fix you
But I guess I don’t care
If there was a hell I think
I’d follow you there
Because I’m running through my nights without you
Running through my nights without you here
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