#ch. 1103

[the-frizzle-fry]

Get fucking wrekt

Bro is absolutely terrified

[wolfbrotherzach]

Being a One Piece fan in the next couple months is going to be difficult. How can you explain to someone who’s not a fan that you’re mourning the all but guaranteed death of one of the most tragic characters in the story (especially so if it digs up memories of losing a parent), and that character just so happens to look like this?

[beaulesbian]

One Piece ep. 1103 || "Oh, somebody was guarding the ship."

vs. manga chapter 1071

[joy-girl]

Friendly reminder that Kuma went from "who would dare to hit a celestial dragon?!"

to "one of the five elders is gonna catch these hands"

[akutagawa-daily]

Akutagawa daily 1103/★

[whateverthought]

(one piece chapter 1103)

Oh, it's about tO GO DOWN—

[larkreadsop]

This was very confusing on a first read but it does at least explain where Bonney got her powers from and that she didn't randomly find the fruit in the church that Kuma had spent most of his life in but instead activated something that had been presumably dormant since her birth.

Saturn experimenting on humans doesn't surprise me since he thinks of them as insects anyway, but I think what this is saying is that by extracting the ability of the devil fruit, the physical fruit can no longer impart those powers to anyone else since at first I thought he meant the entire ability was useless but that...doesn't make much sense.

Bonney would still be able to age and de-age people and objects as she wished even if as time goes on the 'future' she could create for herself might get narrower, but it wouldn't affect the output of her powers on external sources.

[possessionisamyth]

THATS HIS FUCKING DAUGHTER AAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHH

[beanghostprincess]

I am making a collection

(Op manga ch.1103 spoilers)

[afterdeck-ace]

[Ch. 1103 - Ch. 573] They're the same picture.

[edupunkn00b]

It Could Always Be Worse, Ch. 6: A Pleasure to Burn

Butterfly universe version of Happily Ever After, Ch. 6: A Pleasure to Burn.

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WC: 1103 - Rated: T - CW: Suicidal ideation, suicide plan

"It was a pleasure to burn." - Ray Bradbury, Fahrenheit 451 (1953) --- This is a difficult chapter. Scroll all the way down for a spoiler-filled plot summary of this chapter.

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Logan stepped inside the empty house, turning to lock the door behind him. He stood in the hallway for a long time, listening to the click of the vent timer as it counted down the minutes until the fan by the dryer turned back on. He could only hear the timer clicking when the fan was off.

He listened to the faint buzz that meant the battery charger plugged in next to the stove was done. Go turn it off, Logan. What the fuck are you doing here, moping?

Today had been expected to be a typical drop off day. Logan had grown to loathe every other Sunday. The fight to keep things positive and productive throughout the day despite the impending 'switch' that everyone hated. The barely-contained frenzy of his efforts to get the boys packed and ready. The battle to keep his own emotions in check until he was safely back in his car, alone, able to cry or scream or pound his fists against his thighs to let out everything he felt at having to again, again, again leave his children at her home.

Today had been expected to be a typical drop off day.

As soon as they'd walked in the door with the boys' bags, Logan had noticed Kelly's fluttering hands. She was rubbing her thumb against her opposite palm and smiling brightly. "Boys, why don't you bring your things upstairs and start to unpack. I need to talk to your father about something." Virgil looked closely at Kelly then nodded, "Sure, Mom. C'mon, Pat, I'll help you." "I'll come say goodbye before I leave, okay?" Logan called after them. A small chorus of "Okay"s danced down the staircase and Logan felt a small grin poke at his lips. "So," Kelly began. "I have some news...." Logan turned to face her and she held out her hand, flashing a large diamond engagement ring. Logan blinked for a moment, throat spasming, before pushing a smile onto his face, "Congratulations, Kelly." As Kelly gushed about her new fiancee and his young son, Logan concentrated on keeping perfectly still, keeping his eyes directed at her eyebrows, and keeping the smile on his face. "And we didn't think we'd be able to get a date so soon, but—” "Do the boys know?" Logan interrupted. Kelly's expression tightened in annoyance for a brief second before melting back into her polite smile. "Yes, of course. He actually got their advice on what kind of ring I might like." Logan's lungs seized and he shoved his shaking hands in his pockets. He dug his nails into his right palm until he could breath again, then smiled at Kelly. "Well, that's really wonderful news. Congratulations again, Kelly " He looked up toward the staircase, forcing his feet to move. "I'm just going to say goodnight to the boys and then I'll head out."

Logan sucked in a breath and went to the kitchen. He unplugged the buzzing charger, wrapped a rubber band around the freshly charged batteries and placed them in their compartment in the tool drawer. The dishwasher had finished while he was taking the boys to Kelly's, so he emptied it. His eyes were drawn to the notepad on the refrigerator that he used for grocery lists. He pulled off a sheet, took a pen from the holder next to it and sat down at the kitchen table.

He stared at the blank page for a long time before starting to write.

Robin Williams

Anthony Bourdain 

Earnest Hemingway 

He kept writing. Name after name after name, every name he could think of. When he got to the bottom of the page, he flipped it over and kept writing. As he neared the end of the back of the page, his hands started to shake as he struggled to remember more names, more fathers. They had to be fathers or they wouldn't count. Logan knew he could easily pull out his phone and look it up, but that wouldn't count, either.

There was one last empty line.

From where he sat on the hard kitchen chair, Logan could see the edge of the door to the utility closet where he stored the family's medicine lockbox. He carried the key on a thin polyester lanyard around his neck, tucked safely under his shirt. Inside the box was Virgil's medication, from which Logan gave him his daily doses each morning when the boys were home. Also in the box were the typical household remedies one would find in a medicine cabinet. Fever reducers, Pepcid for Logan's stomach ulcer, and a tiny bottle of syrup of ipecac. Buried at the bottom, hidden under a tiny first aid kit and a box of Benedryl, was the small amber bottle of the painkillers he'd been hoarding from his dental work last year.

At the time, Logan couldn't really admit to himself why he'd had the prescriptions filled but opted instead to manage the pain in his own way. Four procedures. Four 10-day courses of Vicodin and Oxycontin stowed away like acorns for the winter. He suspected it would be enough.

He fingered the key to the lockbox through his shirt. Logan kept the bottles locked up to keep Virgil safe from them. To slow him down in a moment of impulse and pain.

Logan had no-one to carry the key for him.

He sat in front of the list for a long time, staring down at the last empty line. Finally, he slowly exhaled, remembering one more name.

Freddie Prinze

As Logan wrote the last name, completing the list, his shoulders slumped down and his tears began to fall. There was no more room on the list to fit another name. No room for his name.

He stood, picking up the list and the pen, and carefully straightened his chair, tucking it back under the table. He went to the kitchen, replaced the pen, and pulled out the box of matches from the upper cabinet.

He carried the list and the matches to the empty sink and turned on the water. With shaking hands, he struck a match and lit the edge of the list, watching the names disappear behind the flames, watching the paper blacken and curl where the flames licked it. Finally, when the fire reached his fingers, he dropped the burning page into the sink and watched the burnt remains wash down the drain.

Logan turned off the water and replaced the box of matches, clicking off the kitchen light. He climbed the stairs in the dark, up to his empty bedroom, and crawled into bed.

~

Logan learns Kelly is getting remarried. After a ritual he completes every time the urge is too strong, Logan decides not to use the bottle of painkillers he's been hoarding.

[companionwolf]

+ 1103 words to toy soldiers fic, ch 16 done

[soul-baggage]

It's like I'm waiting for me to finally realize what's good for me, what's better for us, what's the next step for us.

[joy-girl]

One Piece 1103 // Kuma and Bonney's reunion

[mangamob]

[larkreadsop]

A lot of people thought Kizaru was behind this but my first thought was always that there's literally food-producing vending machines all over Egghead so that always made more sense to me.