hmmmm. i have… none… at the moment. never really thought about it?
Although there was a deleted snippet in Sparks (it was… chapter 15? i think?) after that sappy and cheesy semi-duet where Freed sang Laxus a refrain and chorus of ‘With a Smile’ –
It was a super sweet moment and Laxus was just down like oh man he is so in love bury him right there he is doomed and he just blurted out “Hey Freed, what’s your ring size” bc ofc he doesn’t know shit like that.
Freed was like, “Is this. Is this how you ask me. Seriously.”
“Ummmm about what. I was asking your ring size.”
“Uh-huuuuh nope, nope I’m not telling. But you know what, I know your ring size.”
“Hell no okay I’m going to our room right now to look for your ring and bring it with me to the store.”
Bix and Ever found them trying to wrestle with each other because Freed won’t let Laxus touch his jewelry box and whooo boy they’re going to do a race of who can buy a ring first and propose lmaooo
That was actually the original ending scene of the chapter, but at the time I felt like it strayed too far from what I wanted to accomplish with that chapter, and if I went with it, I’d have to follow it up next chapter (which I wouldn’t be able to do because next chapter was the final dance chap). Also because it was really unplanned (it just went there!) and I didn’t want it to happen just right before Elfman proposed to Ever in the epilogue (which was the actual planned one).
So I… removed it from the story like “nah just propose later, bruh. you got plenty of time.”
Who knows, maybe they did it when they went on that trip to visit and spend a few days with Makarov???? :\
Don’t read the comments on this article. The kid did it because he was learning about how teenage girls suffer from depression more than any other age group, and didn’t want any girls going home feeling sad on Valentine’s Day.
Ofc half the comments are like “what an EPIC playa, bet he got some action after that hahaha” or “why do these special snowflakes need a handout like this” or “what kind of Richie Rich kid” (chocolate company donated the boxes after learning why he wanted so much)
Like… why is humanity like this
to you or me he may not be; he may be all sunshine smiles and corngold hair and the biggest eyes this side of the galaxy, but imagine you’re Dagger (stormtroopers don’t get proper names), firing at a boy, only the bolts never hit. They sing to the side. You think that there’s something wrong with your blaster, maybe, but none of your friends can hit him either. Finest shots in the Empire, you are, but you can’t hit this boy. And he cuts you down. He wields a weapon whose name you’ve never learned and he cuts you down into smoking bloodless bodies and your friends die before you – only he leaves you. Knocks you out with a blow of the Force – and isn’t that a nightmare of its own, unseen hands blotting out your thoughts – leaves you there in the cooling blood of your squadmates.
Imagine that you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a dancer for the Hutt and you hate it, of course you do, but it is a living, a living, and this boy comes in, fresh-faced and young and he says surrender or be destroyed only he and you both know that the Hutt do not and never have surrendered and when he says destroy there’s this grin on his lips, thin and sharp, and he’s kind, of course he is, but –
so you’re Cara Ilhyre and you’re a native of tattooine and like many of your specis you are force-touched and you were a girl, once, a very little girl, and your mother told you tales of krayt dragons who slumbered beneath the sands and gentled their young to their pearl-heavy breasts. krayt dragons are tender mothers, she had said, and it was meant to teach you something of the duality of nature, or to fear those with young to protect, or something; but all you can think is this boy, how he smiles as kind as your mother did, once, but you’re convinced that if you were to cut him down the middle you would find dragon-pearls in his ribs and fire instead of a heart
the boy cuts downs jabba’s goons like they are nothing, nothing, and afterwards, afterwards, you sense his sorrow. and somehow that makes it worse.
because you say, later, to your mother’s ghost (maybe) or to the desert, he knows that killing people is hard and that weighs on him and he does it anyway and –
and, you say, it isn’t as simple as: he makes the hard choices. he knew the hutt would fight. he wanted to burn them down, oh he did, and that sister of his –