[sennenhakushaku]

“I understand now too. Why you sought me and I didn’t reject you.”

[honestground]

heyy if you dont mind answering are rumi's scar burns only on her back and right side of her body or it envelopes her whole upper body? (asking to visuial it in my head sorry for the trouble)

no trouble at all! here's an extremely rough diagram:

so basically her full right arm and half of her upper back and some of her chest as well. the spot on her left inner bicep is the donor site for her skin grafts. the worst of her contractures were in her axillary (underarm) and elbow area, which you can google if you'd like to see how that looks, but the images can be quite confronting so be warned!

[spadecmyk]

On another day, a certain lovergirl poses for Chr*me H**rts.

[imvec]

[‘Show me’ by @honestground ]

[toodrunktofindaurl]

Snippets of the fic "Fast Car" commissioned by its author, @theallegoricalcavedweller

You can read the fic here ✨

[chrysa3tos]

polytrix werewolf romcom - what more is there to say? go read wolfish behavior by @kayr0ss for sapphic hijinks and suspiciously supernatural vet visits 🐺🎓🩺🎨

[jawlipops]

my fragile god

[ybz]

neonsun.bsky.social: height difference yuri!!!

[averagemrfox]

[jawlipops]

Full demon rumi ;3

[violetblob]

Mirandy-02 based on that one Austin Briggs Illustration

[lucytara]

u know what’s wrong with tumblr now?? too many kids who weren’t here for glee. y'all have no idea. none of u understand the suffering we went through. the hell. the endless war. u come in here and u try to start The Discourse but u dont get that we already made these mistakes. we already had the discourse and its done now. its over. its all over and u should let it stay dead but u wont and that’s why we all hate u

[chucktaylorupset]

I was not here for the days of glee but please relay that fandom history

[lucytara]

its not history, its blood. i still see it all over this website. the vague posts. the deactivated urls. where do u think the word problematic became popular. where do u think the representational anger started. glee was the hungry gaping void that consumed us all. it said watch us and find yourself. there is someone for everyone. santana is a lesbian and kurt is gay and brittany is bisexual and quinn, god knows what quinn is, she’s straight but we have her say things like “you were singing to finn and only finn, right?” and artie is disabled. mercedes is black and our outlet for body positivity. we are all oppressed by something and we are different and we are outcasts and we are you. 

and we fell for it. we watched glee and we related to its characters and we fought its wars until it was too late. until it was nothing but a distorted picture of a parody of reality, a cracked mirror in which our souls were sucked and encased in glass. finn outed santana but it’s fine because he had good intentions. sam was supposed to be gay but we’re bringing blaine anderson in for that instead. the q in quinn is for queerbait. brittany was maybe raped but it was a one liner so who really knows. will schuester was a horrible fucking adult and should never have been allowed to care for children. finn, the white straight boy, did everything wrong but it was narratively presented as right. we turned on each other. klaine vs kum and finchel vs faberry. santana fought everyone so brittana stans fought everyone. character vs character, ship vs ship, blogger against blogger. we fucking hated each other. there was no glee fandom. there were character fandoms and ship fandoms and that is it and our mottos were all fuck glee.

we won every popularity contest, every online poll. we voted our fingers to the bone. we created art and wrote fanfic and made such excellent photo manips they were published in newspapers. we were prolific. we were consumers of the hell we created and we just kept producing more in a fucked up dystopian fandom chain of supply and demand. don’t get me started on the rpf. dianna wore a likes girls shirt on tour and made a statement an hour later revoking it. some people still say heya is real but it’s like a breath of the wind, a sound so bare i can’t quite make out the words. 

u asked for history. theres no history, only rage and pain and regret, the image of anonymous with a grey face and sunglasses telling u to kill urself because u thought artie was a dick for calling brittany stupid that one time. this website is a reflection of the hole glee left when it finished taking all it could from us, when the void could not consume anything more, and the posts on it now, the social justice “discourse” that is just giant piles of steaming, unsifted, unrefined shit is from those who refused to learn from us. the history is here and it followed us and we can never ever escape it.

[fluent-in-lesbianism]

[liquidstar]

[hbmmaster]

I’m a car now tuesday

[zalmonthe]

[empty-movement]

Yukio Mishima's House in Ohtori Academy

Lmao Utena fans in 2001 like 'the setting is an anachronistic western style of archi-'

[marithlizard]

Utena and Anthy's school dorm is directly based on a specific real person's mansion? Hang on I gotta google something

What the fucking fuck

[lizardywizard]

The more I think about this the more it's genius. (Utena spoilers follow.)

Ohtori is an eternal grade school, right? A looping pre-adolescence that one only escapes from through internal growth. Stasis, in the shape of nostalgic beauty but teeming with rot under the surface.

Of course it's the mansion of a fascist who conmitted seppuku, who made big dramatic gestures about changing the world only to abandon it for an imagined idyll. Akio has abandoned the real world to live in a puppet territory of his own creation, where no one is happy but him no matter how he pulls the strings, but to him that's fine. Because he's got his. That's fascism babey.

End of the World claims to want to bring revolution, and we think of this in the sense of cycle-breaking; but the only revolution he's actually interested in is an eternal repeat of the past. Akio/fascists continuously try to recreate a time that they feel was perfect, even though it was really only perfect for them (if at all), at the expense of others' suffering.

Utena is deeply, movingly political while showing barely a sliver of the outside world, and that's fascinating.

[stripedroseandsketchpads]

I remember reading an interview with Ikuni about how he first encountered the idea of revolution which appears in the show when he was a kid watching the Student Movement protests of the late 60s and early 70s, which were anti-authoritarian in a broad sense (they were leftists and against American imperialism, but also explicitly opposed Japanese nationalism and Stalinism and weren’t aligned with the JCP). This was the same period down to the years when Yukio Mishima’s far-right militia was active (1968-70).

Another early inspiration of his to both art and weirdness was experimental art and theater of that era, which was very much connected with the Anpo protests (and which, not incidentally, includes a company which is still going called the Revolution School), which was also following a wartime tradition wherein Shingeki (Western-style theater) which Angura reacted against, had been appropriated for propagandistic purposes by the military too.

I feel like I MUST bring up Tenjou* Sajiki here too because it was a fixture of the Angura (experimental/underground) movement listed above, and because much of its music was done by none other than J. A. Seazar. Also because:

the group has produced a number of stage works marked by experimentalism, folklore influences, social provocation, grotesque eroticism and the flamboyant fantasy (x)

So it totally makes sense to me that an aesthetic of modernist authoritarianism would represent the “shell” which is broken by a messy, adolescent group of weirdos (affectionate), and that the world-breaking happens to look a little like Ikuhara’s theatrical and artistic radicals (and their own egg shaped things).

*though it is a homonym the theater’s “tenjou” 天井 and our beloved protagonist’s surname (天上) are not the same barring the fact that they both contain “天” heaven/sky, but the rhyme may or may not be coincidental

[streetlight-spam]

wakaba shinohara makes me fucking insane. you are the main character’s best friend and you know it. you do your best to keep her from harm and still you fail because she is the main character, and you don’t even know the extent of what she’s going through, and you’re not around for long enough to find out because you’re the main character’s best friend and the story doesn’t need you to know. but you know her like no one else does, if only in words. you know when she’s had a fight. you don’t know why she’s wearing something different today but you know it isn’t good. you know how to cheer her up, but you don’t know why it isn’t working. she gets a funny look in her eyes and then she’s sorted it out on her own, but she thanks you anyway. one day, something happens to you and you finally feel seen and important and special, and then once you’ve been hurt again you realize that you’d fallen into the arms of a different main character, and you can never be a protagonist on your own: your specialness lies in your proximity to special people. you fight her in the arena above the forest, and she refuses to draw her sword. you forget it the next day. time goes by and things are so boring for you, and it’s too quiet around here, and you wish something exciting would happen, a fight or something, wouldn’t that be exciting? a fight? you’re the main character’s best friend and she’s escaped the story but you don’t know it, and you wait a while at the door of the tower she’s never explained to you, as the sun sets, peaceful, quiet, and you don’t know she’s gone for good, you don’t know you’re soon going to forget that too. you wanted to do your math homework together.

[horse-girl-anthy]

Revolutionary Girl Utena Blu-ray Boxset Art