yknow we always only see boothill performing stunts/acting careless/being brash but what about a soft boothill. what about a boothill where he is afraid of the chaos he brings. what about a boothill in a playground holding a mother's baby after she had to take an important phone call, choosing the cowboy as the safest person who would be able to watch over her little kid. what about cold, hard metallic fingers wrapping around a tiny baby's wrist as the baby coos and reaches out for him, a scene oh so familiar to him. The cold metal shines in the golden afternoon light and the wires beneath his shell of a body can only think of danger, danger, danger, his system knowing just how easily he could crush the fragile bones of the child if he was too careless, too brutal, too rash
the child coos at him, and he can only pull his hand away, joints shaking and creaking, before he tugs the baby up into his chest, cold metal plates meeting soft skin, if only to make sure he can feel the baby's heart echo inside his hollow body with every beat. alive, unharmed, untainted by the violence that fuels boothill better than his own blood
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One of the things that gets me about the indoor/outdoor cat argument is like
I cannot think of a single other common housepet where saying 'oh yeah i let it come and go as it pleases' wouldn't be met with concern at best and literally legal consequences at worst?
Any other mammal would get either 'why are you letting your small furry prey animal out into the wild where he can get eaten or run over or sick or just plain stolen?' or, if it's bigger, like a dog, or a savannah cat 'why are you letting your potentially dangerous and probably valuable furry predator out into the wild where he might attack someone or livestock or get eaten or run over or sick or just plain stolen?'
Why are cats - ecologically devastating and generally of serious sentimental if not monetary value - somehow exempt?
You wouldn't - or at least shouldn't - get a pet if you can't safely provide everything it needs to thrive. Food, water, bedding, enrichment... these are all things you should be providing for your pet, not outsourcing to the wider world at the cost of the local songbird population and the life expectancy of your supposedly beloved pet itself!
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I finished Marineford Arc.
There's a lot to unload here but I don't wanna mark as spoilers so won't say too much:
This Arc broke me and I cried like a baby, watching Ace protect Luffy right when they were so close...
Watching Ace die in Luffy's arms while Luffy begged him to live...
Watching Ace fall to the floor and Luffy break down...while all of Ace's family cried over him. Even Whitebeard started crying...
It's just too much.
Then Marco saying Ace will live on through Luffy, I broke down crying even harder.
WATCHING WHITEBEARD BUNCH THAT BASTARD WAS AWESOME THOUGH.
Then him....okay I should stop here before I do post too many spoilers.
All and all, this arc was definitely the hardest to watch, so many emotions...
This will be the last time (probably) that I post about my One Piece watching lol. I just wanted to post about this arc cause ik it would be the hardest for me to watch. Cause Ace is my favorite character after all and I love him. Luffy being a close second.
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@never-surrender asked | [SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.
Her skin has split over her brow, blood has trickled into her eye and all down the left side of her face. A few bones have most certainly been broken. It was getting harder to breathe. This was her Father's doing. The man had shifted into a Nightwalker before their eyes, a huge and twisted creature. Was this what he was doing all those years while she was passed around like an heirloom? Making deals with whatever he could manage. He looked now like this hideous creature, and he was set on killing her and all of her companions now. The woman made for her violin, but saw that it was broken into thousands of tiny little pieces.
There was still magic left in her. She could feel it coursing through her body, was ready to take the man who did this to her, to finally be free of the nightmare that he was. He is that incarnate, now. His shadowy form looms over her, and for a moment, she is paralyzed with fear. She can feel the blade in her collar, can feel the blood seeping out and oozing down her arm that fateful night. Before he decided to sell her like some common livestock. The stench of blood fills her senses, and unbeknownst to her, tears cascade in rivers down her cheeks. Nox is stunned, the creature's hand pointed at her as if ready to attack in the next moment.
But it never came. She could see the purple radiance of Gale's magic lingering in the sky, dissipating the beam of magic that was intended for her. Pulled only briefly from her fear, can she see Halsin is now in front of her. His hand is warm upon her cheek. Pale lashes flutter in recognition of his healing seeping into her bones. His words fall upon deaf ears. All Nox knows is that the tears fall faster now. Has she doomed them all? He said he would protect her, but she didn't want that to be until death do they part. There is a choked sound as she grasps desperately onto his hand, head shaking as she realizes what he's doing, but it is a moment too late.
His other hand has taken her by the waist, and before she can stop him, he's tossed her to Karlach who holds her fiercely in her arms.
"HALSIN! HALSIN PLEASE! NO!" Her voice cries out for him, immediately her hands trying to pry the tiefling's arms from around her, she watches as the elf begins to glow, the radiance of his light and of nature around him swirling to life. She's half carried, half dragged away from the scene as the earth begins to crumble away at their feet, plates shifting and splitting the earth between them and what fate would have awaited them. She screams his name over and over again, doing anything she can to get out of the hold. No. She didn't want to lose anyone else! She couldn't!
"HALSIN!" Her voice cracks, she begs to be released, but Karlach is finally able to get a hold of her, hugging her tightly as they run, whispering apologies to her as she hugs her close. The changeling cannot contain her emotions as she clings to the barbarian. This was agony. This was torture.
This was worse than death itself.
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in honor of valentine’s day, here’s a totally happy, completely friendly reminder that Todd and Neil never got to celebrate a single valentine’s day together! yippee!
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