Algún día, Brillaremos Juntas.

it’s so important to me that azune is genuinely incredible at being A Good Soldier and yet he is distinctly not as comfortable with playing this role as he may appear. he’s so competent, so prepared to do whatever is necessary for the mission to succeed, so willing to adapt to what the situation demands from him… and it scares him sometimes. because how much of yourself can you change for the sake of others before you become unrecognizable? how far are you willing to go? will you become something terrible — a beautiful nightmare — to protect what matters most to you? and if you do, can you live with that version of you being how they remember you? as the weapon you became, and not the person you were?

this post will make sense to like two people on this website but to me the pirates episode in hamlet and the lastrygonian encounter in the odyssey occupy the same kind of weird event. strange ambush encounter with nefarious and deadly actors but nothing bad enough to affect any characters we care about. you could cut it entirely. comes out of nowhere and is not that important even though???? pirates??? cannibals?? hello??? never mind them we’re just moving on! they will never be brought up again

love love love how rgu sets up nanami and touga’s dynamic to be your typical borderline-incestuous anime fetish with nanami’s obsession and deep-rooted jealousy over her big brother being initially played up for laughs, only to reveal the actual incestuous abuse that akio has been subjecting anthy to by having nanami witness and be explicitly horrified by it, then further subverting that anime incest trope by having touga try to force himself on nanami to silence her disgust. it’s just such a genius way to take a common anime trope and reveal the true, perverse nature of it by forcing viewers to face its realities the same way that nanami was forced to

#he is. a thesis of not being able to destroy the master's house using the master's tools#he learned everything he knows from the people who systematically destroyed his people#that's the point#he destroyed them and then had nothing left but what they taught him#and the fear and the rage and the hatred born of what was done to him#his anger at being dismissed professionally seems outsized? perhaps it's the deferred anger of centuries of generational trauma#maybe it's the grief for people he should have known and the community he should have had#maybe it came from the tension of walking through a park and knowing about the marae burned there on the alter of property values#grief is love with nowhere left to land#and rage is grief with nowhere else to go#I will never be able to hate John#not even after he'd become what he hated#not even when there's another child in front of us who has also lost his culture and his family because of John#and who also comforts himself by playing with dolls and bartering snacks with other similarly effected children#because if I grieve for Kevin then I can also grieve for John#and honestly. Kevin is not real. Kevin's grief is fake#John is of course also not real. and therefore John's grief is also fake#but John's grief is much more real than anything else that world has to offer#and the grief of the people who relate to John. who have the sorrow and the rage inside them that could break the world if it had the power#that's real

i can’t believe people ever called tumblr an echo chamber or a “hugbox”, i have never in my life been exposed to a group of people so thirsty to disagree with you. why did someone just say they wished they could crucify me bc i said i liked oat milk best. we all need to learn some lessons about friendship here