ok well this probably doesn't make any sense because it was in one of my dreams last night but it seemed quite important for me to tell you, so: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern instead of being trapped in a time loop are trapped in a recursive function

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ok well this probably doesn't make any sense because it was in one of my dreams last night but it seemed quite important for me to tell you, so: Rosencrantz and Guildenstern instead of being trapped in a time loop are trapped in a recursive function
Cooking something silly goofy. We’ll see if it burns or if it turns out well.
Hmmmmmmmmmmmmm I have thoughts sometimes when I walk my dog.
I live in a(n American) city and I know a lot of people don't like the city, but-
What if power cables are the modern-day magic that stitches cities together, and maybe they look different in different lights, grey, or black, or silver, and maybe they can be pretty in their symmetry.
What if the clouds and haze make the sky very color, and what if the sunsets are so much more vibrant, especially in contrast to the gray little boxes that take up blocks around us.
What if the streets where everything looks the same are strange little families of buildings... the streets with unique houses feel lived in and loved...
What if the sun reflecting off windows shimmers with warmth... there are cats in windows... you can see lights and TVs and small tiny little glimpses of people's lives... dogs being walked... plants being watered... food being made or ordered...
The city I live in isn't the best. There are cities that are prettier, safer, cleaner, more walkable, better traffic, better layout. In almost every aspect, you could find a city better than this one—some that I've lived in and visited.
There are ways this city could be improved, and ways it should be.
But.... maybe my city, where I am, won't get better by becoming a different city, a different place. Maybe... maybe it can be a better place if I love it more.
time to use an ancient meme format for my hyperspecific experiences
maybe.
Thinking again about transfem rals*i and how susie's bullying in chapter 1 was really transmisogynistic. I feel like it's safe to say all the bullying she does against both kr*s and rals*i was but, him in particular.
Something about susie's prior trauma and her understanding of masculinitiy being violent, ugly & unclean, and stupid. Because that's all the things that were projected onto her in forced masculinisation, that she's then adopted as her own identity to try cope with.
Rals*i is intelligent, booksmart, actively enthusiastic about learning and school. Personally attentive to his own physical appearance, caring about how he looks. Having the materials to be sewing his own clothes, wearing makeup, and asking if people think he's cute. Very clean and tidy out of that. His voice is airy and highpitched to her ears, he's a beautiful singer. While her voice is gutteral and coarse. He's the party healer, knowing all the healing and support spells. Being delicate and caring of others wellbeing above his own. And most of all, he's white.
In short, he's everything she's not. He fits white female beauty standards to a T, all while being a "boy". He's a "prince", a "man" all while being the absolute least masculine out of everyone.
So what is she to do, if not treat "him" like a faggot fluffyboy.
Ivan and Mizi and Hyuna and feeling absolutely disgusting for loving.
Till and Luka and Sua and feeling like their love is their light, their entire world, the source of happiness and worth.