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Man, I only intended to go into JJK resigned to my fate that I'd be doomed with Toji but I forgot to take one thing into account
Day 1171
SPOTTED
Singular shot of the worst asshole.
really enjoying your thoughts especially since im not done reading it yet, but honestly ive always had it out for george and i thought my distrust of him from day 1 was purely instinctual. i feel vindicated that youre analyzing his every single action like this ty for wording it better than i could. youve also motivated me to finish utena as a means of required reading in the process
Thank you for the validation!! I love everyone gathering together in my askbox to point and laugh at George's many wrong doings. Please don't send any spoilers though!
Also every time this liveblog convinces someone to watch/rewatch Utena, an angel gains its wings. Take this revolution!
--Rose, the Revolutionary Witch
@irregulator said: “ oh, it’s just a little bit of blood. don’t worry. ”
(he is drenched)
from blood related prompts [accepting!]
Alberich’s grin widens, almost inhuman in the way it stretches his thin lips. Ah, this one seems amusing. But, then again, in their own way, don’t they all?
His staff still in his hand, the sorcerer raises his arm with a finger lifted like one about to give a lecture. “Ah, and a hurricane has just a little bit of water, the ocean might like to say. But what would the housecat think of the downpour? Perspective, my friend — it’s all about perspective these days. And from mine, I see a man about ready to drown.”
He taps that same finger against the length of his staff then, long nails clacking against accursed wood. He hm-hms softly. “Who’s the lucky son of a bitch? I can smell that that isn’t all yours. I like a man who makes enemies, you know. I also don’t. Like I said: perspective. You’re a diamond, my friend — I can already tell. A thousand facets. A thousand ways to look at you.”
There was a question in there somewhere, but hell if he remembers what it was. Still, he waits expectantly for the other to offer an answer to the nothing he’d just asked, expression like, Wouldn’t you agree?
He doesn’t offer to help.
bluey is good. fuck all of you.