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Slave, who is it who shall free you? Those in deepest darkness lying, Comrade, these alone shall see you, They alone can hear you crying. Comrade, only slaves can free you.

Everything or nothing. All of us or none. One alone his lot can't better, Choose the gun or fetter. Everything or nothing. All of us or none.

You who hunger, who shall feed you? If it's bread you would be carving, Come to us, we, too, are starving. Come to us and let us lead you. Only hungry men can feed you.

Everything or nothing. All of us or none. One alone his lot can't better, Choose the gun or fetter. Everything or nothing. All of us or none.

Beaten man, who shall avenge you? You, on whom the blows are falling, Hear your wounded brothers calling: Weakness gives us strength to lend you, Comrade, come, we shall avenge you.

Everything or nothing. All of us or none. One alone his lot can't better, Choose the gun or fetter. Everything or nothing. All of us or none.

Who, O ruined man, shall dare it? He, who can no longer bear it, Counts the blows that arm his spirit, Taught the time by need and sorrow, Strikes today and not tomorrow.

[ID: two screenshots from 'revolutionary girl utena' of nanami and touga standing in the rose garden. nanami imploringly clings to touga, who stands stiffly with his face obscured from the audience. in the first screenshot, nanami says: 'i know i have to accept that you go out with girls.'

but i digress, top ten things about nanami that make me love her more than anyone else in the world ever is the way that she’s so concerned with touga’s well-being and him not being ‘swarmed’ by girls, and at the same time. so wonderfully selfish and entitled. and at the same time. so horribly insecure and guilty about all of that. you know nanami was a terribly lonely and unnoticed child, her only ‘friends’ are lackeys she’s met within the show’s current-day timeframe, her parents ignored her (we dont need to get into whether or not that’s fortunate for her), when she says touga’s ‘smile was for me and me alone’ she really means that. like i believe her!!!! and i understand why he’s so important to her, because it’s like he’s the only person who has ever seen and loved her. and she’s so desperately sad and insecure because she killed his cat and he’s been cold with her ever since and oh god oh god i just need someone to say no one else will do it has to be you just once.

the guilt that nanami feels about Existing. being alive being born taking up space being a (weird non-)person at all. especially the guilt about killing that cat, especially the guilt about Changing her brother (which she has entirely accepted as something she did btw, always wondering why he’s so cold to her nowadays and reasoning that’s it). you know she’s repenting she’s saying over and over again i did this terrible thing and i regret it every day and im awful and terrible and selfish because i still want this one thing i need this one thing. maybe i can get it if i make sure nothing like this ever happens again. framing all these girls as ‘vermin’, a ‘swarm’, worrying herself about their intentions or uncleanliness or whatever. her brother sat catatonic in a room for who knows how long and she’s not supposed to try and fix that for him? try and make sure no one ever puts him in that state again?

i think. maybe. what im getting at here. is the princeliness of the little sister, princehood exercised by a sister. princehood here is the desire or ability to save someone, to exert control and power over them. as i said above nanami is guilt and insecurity and shame and entitlement all bundled together, and that’s partially imho because she has this idea of touga as her prince and she’s his princess, but touga rarely and minimally plays along with it and instead purposefully exacerbates this tendency of hers to. well. get possessive and defensive. and this makes all of those negative feelings they both have worse! it’s like theyre always playing this fucked up game of chicken where they just keep on expressing sentiments that almost get at how they really feel about things and then at the last second they both just regress back to these equivocations that obfuscate The Truth (not pictured here).

Abandon all or nothing thinking. Resist false dichotomies and honor the VERY REAL AND COMPLEX space between “I like them” and “they’re my enemy and/or an actual bad person.”

Miss Piggy doesn’t have a subtle bone in her floppy felt body. There is no possible way she could ever make it look like an accident.