“People who lacked emotional engagement in childhood, men and women alike, often can’t believe that someone would want to have a relationship with them just because of who they are. They believe that if they want closeness, they must play a role that always puts the other person first.”
-Lindsay C. Gibson, Adult Children of Emotionally Immature Parents
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Actually, regarding that last ask, a LOT of the time when you see us reblogging ship art its because its a relationship that exists in-system or with our partner system ^^
dhaskdhaskdasksadska ^^;;;;;
Jas (😼🔪) here. >_> Of course not. That would be stupid. Feelings. Who even has those these days????????
No. XD Its true, John is one of my partners, actually. He’s one of the members of our partner system. I had a crush on him for a while before we ended up getting back together.
We watch stupid movies together and sing to “How Do I Live” when it comes on my mp3 player in the car and sometimes I push him down on things >: 3
I can’t remember if you’re familiar with Danganronpa or not, but he’s also Makoto Naegi, and we date in that shift too 😂😂😂
At the time of the Alabasta Saga, Crocodile is 44 years old. He has been in his current position, working toward his current goal in Alabasta for the past 14 years of his life.
That is almost exactly one third of his whole life. More than half of his adult life.
How much of Crocodile’s ‘self’ at that point is made of up of the pieces he used to get him to where he wanted to be?
How much of him is ‘Sir Crocodile’ the hero of Alabasta?
How much of him is the owner of the Rain Dinners Casino?
How much of him is Mr. Zero, the boss of the vast criminal organization Baroque Works?
How much of these selves would he have carried forward into his utopia? What would he cast aside? What would he not be able to cast aside?
Does Crocodile lay awake in prison at night, staring at the ceiling and thinking about the cheers of the crowd when he walked through the city?
Does he remember the looks of admiration– the raised glasses and the salutes– as he strolled between tables lording over his casino?
Does he think of the fear and grudging respect with which his underlings in Baroque Works regarded him?
Does he lay awake at night and wonder why he couldn’t have been satisfied?