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Out of context Deku
another day another liveread
meowmeow cutie
hey hey. wang yi. what. are you doing.
wow. just wow. how sweet. risking himself and all his points bc he doesnβt want even a fragment of qin xian to suffer or disappear. also he looks so pretty with earring(s). i am gay
thats an awful lot of bloodβ¦β¦.

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Rambling about Fairies - Manga Chapter 126
The genuine fear and one-sidedness of this scene is raw. The blood, the wounds, the trembling, from every person in this page.
There is a real sense of dread at this point, and it's the moment when everyone truly realizes that reason is lost on Laxus. It's no longer a fight of differences, but a fight against Laxus' personal issues, and how no one has ever been there to help him out of them until now.
It's Natsu, trying his hardest to make Laxus see reason again, even when he genuinely can't win.
They're both on their last legs. It's about what they're fighting for that settles the match from here.
I came accross the internet and found this poem. This poem pretty much described about ch126 scene, and I want to share it.. π
FEELINGS WITHOUT A NAME
by Lekshmy Sujathan (2002)
That night we lay on the dark brown carpet
and you told me that expected thing
I closed my eyes and tried to do
the soft and mutable equation
of what we do and what we promise to do
and I just couldn't think for the sound
of strange doors opening and old ones closing.
You know I'm not good with figures
even when the world is still and calm.
But now I will answer you as best I can:
and the feeling was without a name
like the true colour of light
before it is fractured and labelled
containing simply everything
in the known and unknown spectra
of my life.
I CANT BELIEVE HE ACTUALLY JUST SAT DOWN AND HAD TEA IN A WAX HOUSE IN THE MIDDLE OF THE JUNGLE