Holy mother of all that is awesome. That was fucking epic man. Imma watch that over and over and over again until I go fucking blind.
I don’t know if it’s something related to Stockholm Syndrome or what, but I have this weird inclination, if that’s the correct wording, possibly obsession would fit better, of beating something, and then cherishing it. Making a ‘figure’ depressed or hurt and then suddenly sympathizing and showing an extreme fondness for the person/animal would also be a good description.
The earliest memory of this ‘obsession’ was when I was either 6 or 7 years old. I had Harvest Moon: Another Wonderful Life for the GameCube, and for some reason now that I recall, I had an odd tendency whenever a calf was born to sell away it’s mother and all the other adult cows in the barn so that it was the lone animal in a large space. No mother, and no substitutes for one.
Is this a form of sadism actually?
*Sniffles* Allen, you poor, poor thing. What the hell is that scary man going to do to you? Don’t die! Please don’t die! Damn it! Hurry up and come already February! Link, you better be his Prince and save him!
But you know, one thing I’ve noticed in the last thirty chapters of D.Gray-Man is that Allen’s hairstyle changed, like, ten times. Geeze Hoshino, just choose one already. I like his current messy one though. It’s kinda ugly, but it’s cute at the same time OwO. But still…
Holy mother of all that is awesome. That was fucking epic man. Imma watch that over and over and over again until I go fucking blind.
