But trolls and dwarfs had been fighting for centuries. Ending that sort of thing took more than a handshake. It was just a symbol.
On the other hand...the world wasn't moved by heroes or villains or even by policemen. It might as well be moved by symbols. All he knew was that you couldn't hope to try for the big stuff, like world peace and happiness, but you might just about be able to achieve some tiny deed that'd make the world, in a small way, a better place.
Was rewatching the end of the 2014 series and I thought it was interesting that they drew Natsu holding Lucy like this for the Phantom arc.
I’m pretty sure the only time Natsu carries Lucy in this arc is after she jumps from the tower, but that was piggy back. The only times Lucy is passed out, Natsu is not around. And the only times her clothes are messed up was when Gajeel was hitting her (in the anime), but she was awake and Natsu doesn’t hold her after.
Just thought it was interesting.
There’s also a bit of gajevy in the one for the Fighting Festival.
fixating on one fairly irrelevant scene here, but I'm still fascinated by how at the burial scene tozer's whole thing is 'welp he's not getting any deader, let's dick around with the caulker's mate and the ship's boy even though they've just seen the lid of their buddy's coffin pop off like some kind of grisly jack-in-the-box, i'm definitely the big dog in this fun little group here, faffing around with the coffin means literally nothing because david young's already dead' and yet...he still takes the time to symbolically throw the first handful of rock dirt onto the coffin and doing the sign of the cross?? like he's being a very careless ass all the way through that scene, he says outright that david young's death rituals (ie fixing the coffin lid) do not matter, and yet he still participates in them. something about saying you don't care and then showing that you do. I am Entranced.
someone new by hozier; barbie (2023); like waves in the ocean we are personally connected by mike heseltine; love and the deli counter by jill mcdonough; eschatology by eve l. ewing
Pairing: Choi San (Ateez) x GN!Reader; Genre: established relationship, fluff; Rating: sfw, PG-13; Warnings: reader being sick and not realising it; Wordcount: 351
Summary: As the ever observant boyfriend San noticed the changes in your behaviour almost immediately. Though knowing you, he had to wait until you noticed them too, before stepping in.
A/N: I wrote this prompt by @pirateeznet on a personal experience/wish!
San glanced over the top of his notebook, his watchful eyes following your every move - as long as you were in the same room. While you had told him he could just continue working and shouldn't help you clean the apartment, San couldn't shake off the feeling something wasn't quite right.
He observed how you cleaned half the table in the middle of the room before you vanished with something in your hands. He could hear you folding the laundry in the bedroom until you brought folded towels into the bathroom and started cleaning the sink.
With a sigh San got up and wandered over to the bathroom as well, leaning in the doorway and watching you silently with crossed arms.
Even though you hadn’t noticed yet, he could see all the little things clearly indicating you were about to get sick: the glassy eyes, the repeated throat clearing, the lost focus while cleaning, the slight swaying when you stood, the heavier breathing and lastly the little hesitations before getting to action because your brain wasn't able to maintain the fast pace.
Another sigh left his lips and he shook his head slightly. "Babe, come here." A pout formed on his lips when you looked up and he deliberately opened his arms, making grabby hands even to convince you.
Your expression morphed into a frown and tears began to form in the corner of your eyes. You felt frustrated with yourself, knowing full well how inefficient you currently cleaned - and seeing San interrupt you just confirmed it. You wobbled over into his arms, suppressing the hiccup building in your throat. "I'm tired", you mumbled, resting your head against his chest. "And nothing works the way I want it to."
San hummed lowly and kissed the top of your head. "You need to rest and get well again. Let me take care of you until you're better!"
You could only nod and ever so slowly followed his guidance to your shared bedroom where he helped you under the covers of the bed - ignoring the half folded laundry at the end of it.
The darkeners of the unfinished world all have the same peculiar color palette, which came from a sprite in deltarune itself. But… which sprite could it be?
“In planning to be a professional naturalist….. I turned to the teeming small creatures that can be held between the thumb and forefinger, the little things that compose the foundations of our ecosystems, the little things that I like to say, run the world.”
Edward O. Wilson
By observing a milkweed plant very closely for more no more than five minutes, you will begin to understand exactly what Wilson was getting at.