I Wonder How The Prevalence Of Revolution Stories In Our (United States) Literature And Media (hunger

I picked out, ordered, and wrapped this gift. I don’t care how much money you put towards it, my name is first on the from list cause I am first author.

Sorta close. That’s the Tenrou island arc, and you seem to be mixing up Gray’s and Natsu’s separate fights with the time mage. Natsu never beat Ultear though. (Ultear also wasn’t able to negate Natsu’s magic but she certainly kept him from being able to hit her). Gray is the one who beat her. Ultear was also initially able to negate Gray’s ice make magic by turning his ice into water. However Gray figured out Ultear couldn’t rewind or fast forward organic organisms so he used his blood to create bloody ice and was able to beat her.

There are several times in the series that Natsu does win by saying he’ll breath more fire. Most notably (in my opinion) when he uses dragon force for the first time. It’s fair to remember that Fairy Tail is 100% the power of friendship wins the day style story so some solutions don’t exactly make sense. I always found Gray vs. Ultear to be pretty neat and help explain magic better.

Guys I think I have a false memory and I need someone who's seen fairy tail to tell me if it's a hallucination or not.

I vaguely remember natsu had to fight some girl who had a magic ball that was constantly rewinding time or something and negating his fire breathing bullshit...

And I remember that the solution didn't make sense because it was basically just natsu saying I'll just breathe even more fire...or punch it even harder??????

And I remember at the time I thought it was really fucking stupid.

Because it was brute forcing a boring solution to an interesting battle dynamic, and a classic example of an author coming up with an idea so good that he wrote himself into a corner with it???

Did something like that happen in fairy tail or did I implant a false memory in my head???

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if you had to choose one pokemon to be your absolute favorite out of every pokemon which one would you choose. its okay to choose a "basic" one

Ed Sheeran and live (bad) country is not a combination I thought I’d hear in my life. And now I wish I hadn’t.

Spite is a valid motivator

Be unapologetically you. Sing in your car, dance in the grocery store, jump off the sidewalk. Do the things that make you happy.

When you lose someone,

Sometimes you’ll cry

Sometimes you just sit there devestated

Sometimes you are so far detached you can’t think

Sometimes your numb

And never for one second think that your response isn’t enough, because pop culture doesn’t get to tell you how you should respond to grief. You loved them and they are gone. No matter how you respond, it is enough.

He had failed and now his bones would turn to ash. It wasn’t supposed to be a simple mission, but he figured it was more likely he’d get a sword in the gut or fried by some electricity than burned by the dragon he tried to save.

The Rafel Alliance was a stunning beacon of justice. If your definition of justice was black and white. Even the Mor Actin Spire had a more nuanced definition of justice and they were a dictatorship. Still, dragon fire for a drunken revelry was a bit much. He probably should have stayed low after the mission. Probably shouldn’t have gotten drunk out of excitement of not having a sword in the gut, but he did. One fistfight later, and he’s thrown in jail. A week after, death by dragon flames.

Obviously he’d failed the mission. He administered the antidote to the Alliance’s chemical control of the dragon, but they all knew it might not work. Which was why he stayed in town. He got drunk, because getting in and out of the central prison and dragon grounds was a feat worthy of a legendary thief.

Which he one hundred percent wasn’t. Now, he wasn’t a bad thief, but he was more of an undercover operative than a stealth operative. So making it out with all his organs was a better result than expected. Again, why he got drunk.

The first prisoner was up, and the charges were read. The man had stolen some food and was charged with the sin of gluttony. Funny considering, the man didn’t look like he had a good meal in years. Hard to be gluttonous without stuff, but that’s how the alliance works. You get charged with a sin and you burn in dragon fire.

For his part, the man bravely faced the maw of the dragon. It was over before the smell could even fill the ground. Where the man had been was a pile of ashes already dispersing in the wind. The sentencer grinned and began reading the next sentence.

It continued. A sin of pride for illegally preaching. Raging heat encompassed the grounds. Refusing to pay rent, sin of sloth. The ash pile grew. Envious enough to burn a building. Burning flesh filled his nostrils. Greed, sloth, wrath, greed, pride, lust, lust. On and on. The ash pile rose even with the wind dispersing it. Finally it was his turn.

“Fineal Taygen, you are sentenced with the sin of wrath for assaulting innocents. Your punishment is death by dragon fire.”

Fineal was tossed onto the ash pile by the guards. In front of him was the magnificent animal reduced to a slave. The dragon’s eyes devoid of the intelligence they should have. He failed. The antidote didn’t work, and now he wouldn’t have a chance to try again. Hopefully when the dragon was awoken, they would know that he did not blame them.

He prayed for the dragon’s freedom, and for his friends’s safety before staring at the dragon’s eyes. If he was to die, he’d face it with courage. Yet as he stared into the dragon’s eyes, they stared back. He almost stepped back in shock. The dragon was waiting. All the others had been immediately incinerated, but the dragon hadn’t burned him yet. Slowly he stepped closer. The dragon just watched him. He took another step, and his nose was touching the dragon.

The dragon finally opened their mouth and he realized this was his end. Even though he wanted to have courage, he found himself unconsciously wincing for the pain that was coming. It wasn’t until he felt a warm tongue that he knew he hadn’t failed. Fineal had succeeded in his mission.

You’re a prisoner in a fantasy world. After a week in jail for (YOUR CHOICE), your true punishment has come. Death by the Dragon’s flame. One by one, you watch men be scorched. It is finally your turn. The dragon reaches its head down, but instead of death, you get a warm lick on the forehead.

Things are hard right now. If something you know will make you feel better (AKA cleaning my room) but the idea of doing it exhausts you and/or makes you anxious and depressed, break it down (AKA get all the trash out of my room). Be kind to yourselves.

I hope everyone gets the chance to know the peace of being called sweetie, baby, or another southern endearment by a Waffle House server.