#it can be changed

[keyofjetwolf]

Fakir’s dedication to tough love continues to delight me. He’s not wrong, this is going to get worse before it gets better, and while I’m all for some Usagi-style insistence that things don’t have to suck -- you have to truly believe that it can be to make it happen, I feel -- there’s a lot to be said for a realistic view and preparing for it. 

What most catches me here though is Fakir suggesting that Ahiru just ... stop. That she just bow out of the story as Princess Tutu. And I think he means that, I don’t think he’s being glib and dismissive of her. If Fakir believes Ahiru/Tutu can leave the story, though, it makes it that much more interesting that he doesn’t think it of himself. Of ANY of them. There’s a lot to be said for his determination to fulfill his role as the knight despite the horrible painful death he believes is coming for him, but does that maybe dovetail nicely with some of what we explored last episode? That it’s not only something he’s determined to do, but anticipating? That a hewn path you must follow, however painful and finite, is preferable to the unknown? Is Fakir more afraid that having a choice means he might choose to be a coward?

  (I’m completely unspoiled for Princess Tutu and watching it for the first time. Please don’t confirm or deny anything in this post, give me hints or cautions or suggestions about future episodes, or try to explain anything going on. That includes if I should’ve been able to figure it out from previous episodes, or if it’s cultural, or if there’s no answer at all. Spoiling the experience only ruins things for everyone!)

[bittybuttersliceontoast]

I’m Panromantic Demisexual Genderqueer I’ve Not Fucking Once Made A Goddamn Decision In My Miserable Life.

- Me, who was just asked what I wanted for dinner

[lightningbug-ego-blog]

It asked me how old I wAs

I laughed, “ha. I Am”

And put 23 in the box.

[xenonlovesgood]

Corridor Skipping || Xenon and Frank

Xenon had noticed that he'd been talking to a lot of people here lately. This year so far had been his most social of all his years at Hogwarts. He wasn't really quite sure why that was, but it was a truth all the same. Sitting in the Ravenclaw common room, he had his elbows leaned on the table, his chin resting in his hands, glowering at the chair across from him. This whole social thing was quite puzzling, so he was thinking about it, and he was getting frustrated because he couldn't work out what he was doing differently to make people talk to him. Unless... Unless it was that people were actually nice this year. That would be pleasant.

He smiled, and climbed off the table, stretching his arms above his head to pop his shoulders. Vaguely aware of a few third years giving him weird looks, Xenon just smiled at them, and told them not to eat any cherries at dinner. They just gave him even more of a weird look, and he waved at them and skipped off. It was nearly time for the meal, and Xenon had plans to actually eat in the Great Hall for the first time in a while. Now that he'd decided that people were being nice, he wanted to help encourage the behavior. It was much better than being bullied like what happened when he was younger. Even though the bullying stemmed from people's closed minds and unwillingness to accept things that are different than the norm, he couldn't deny that he wasn't happy that had stopped.

Though, he did still feel a bit bad for the bullies. They really didn't understand how damaging their behavior was, both to others and to themselves. Xenon just shrugged it off as he skipped, resigning himself to the fact that he can't help everyone, especially not if they don't want to be helped. That was the truly sad thing. 

On his way to the Great Hall, Xenon seemed to get lost and ended up on the other end of the castle. He'd been too deep in thought to notice where he was going, he figured. He'd been a bit curious about why he hadn't had to slow down and go down some steps, but hoped that it was just one of those things that happened in Hogwarts, and there was a way down to the Great Hall without actually going down stairs. Logic said that wasn't possible, but Xenon didn't take much stock by logic. It was often irrational.

He looked up and noticed that he was near where he thought Gryffindor Tower was. More importantly, he was also very near to running straight into a boy in the corridor. Xenon slowed down and ended up coming to a stop right in front of the person. He tilted his head to the side, looking down on him. He looked familiar, and like he might be a year older than Xenon, but he wasn't sure. There was something shiny on his chest that interested Xenon though. He liked shiny things.

"Hi. Do you have a name?" he asked.

[lavender-menace-blog]

Sometimes I get so upset because people don't take me seriously.

Don't take what I stand for seriously.

The saddest thing in the world to me is when someone tells me, "That's just reality. You cant change it."

No fuck that.

Letting the world be shitty just because it's shitty everywhere is not good enough. How do you live your life with that outlook? How do you do anything at all?

I refuse to believe that we can't make a difference.

Call in naive, call it immaturity, call it whatever you want.

Just get the fuck out of my way.