"Light Spinner" was honestly the most heartbreaking She Ra episode I've seen so far
Catra constantly insists she is nothing like Shadow Weaver in any way, but the parallels between her journey and Shadow Weaver's as Light Spinner are not even subtle. Shadow Weaver even says they are similar, that she reminds her of herself. And as much as Catra insists she doesn't want that, of course she wants that. She wants them to be similar because she thinks that Shadow Weaver will finally love her and appreciate her if she's another version of her, only better, if she doesn't make the same mistakes, if she comes out on top. She hates her so much but she also wants to BE her, but the thing preventing her from following in Shadow Weaver's footsteps is the best part about her. It's her capacity for love and kindness. It's her lack of selfishness and greed. She never wanted to rule the hoard or be second in command, but she feels like she has to be even as her own nature rebels against it.
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I'm literally crying
Look I'm still convinced that Buck did have sex with guys cause it was just sex and he was young but
He never understood/considered that he's actually bi
This!?
This is so much the
"you realize later in life"
queer experience
And then we have this
Especially the first one got me screaming...
It's what we've talked and written about for ages and finally the confrontation with this question will come!
And this:
A sense of responsibility???
If it was about Buck's abandonment issues etc why would he feel the sense of responsibility specifically with this storyline?
You say stuff like this when you know
What an impact the storyline will have
What it will mean to people
and
When you know you have to take care telling this story
It really all sounds like we're entering the Buck bi realization arc
And if they're really doing this
If they really go there
IT MEANS THE FUCKING WORLD
Article here
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Fear
Fear.
A sensation that paralyses you, dries your mouth, chills your bones and blood, and revolts your insides. A warning of impending danger, a way the body prepares you to fight or flee.
Macaque felt fear many times, it's part of being alive.
The first time was so long ago that the memory was blurred at the edges, like an old photo. He remembered his tail wagging, sweaty hands and ears twitching as he lured Wukong onto the beach. There, under the tree on the shore, he made his feelings clear with awkward words and eyes that refused to look the other in the face.
The fear crawling inside him vanished with a bright smile from his now partner.
The second time he had felt the paralysis, unable to move to prevent his beloved from giving himself up to save their lives. Fear for the fate of his mate burned that moment into his mind.
This eventually faded as well. The harsh words under the mountain shattered it.
The third time fear guided his every action. The fear of losing his mate to a group of people who hurt him; the fear of seeing him change, driven by pain; the fear of having the person who lit up his life, who made his heart beat, taken away from him. That fear made him act, lash out, blinded and hurt.
That fear was supposed to fade with Wukong's hand in his, both of them walking away from the monk and that mission.
He didn't realise how wrong he was until the fourth time. The last time.
There are many things that people mistake for fear. Hardly anyone has ever felt genuine fear. There was a fundamental difference from anything he had experienced before, a bitter taste at once familiar and totally foreign. Macaque thought he felt it, but now he knew better.
The first time it had been plain nerves, with a touch of anticipation. The hope was there too, a sweet taste waiting to fill his palate.
The second time it was angst. Deep down he knew that it was impossible to kill Wukong, and that whatever punishment it was, it would eventually be overcome. Defeat and the uncertainty of being at the Jade Emperor's mercy only amplified that feeling.
The third time it was just sheer desperation.
What had run through his body were variants of fear. More opaque versions or different hues. Mere shadows trying to mimic the real feeling.
The fourth time began with defeat. In the world where they lived, there was only one fate for those who dared to face the Monkey King and lost.
The red and gold staff descended unavoidably towards his face, certain and lethal; the soft eyes of the person he had so long considered a friend, a comrade, a lover, now cold and devoid of their former warmth. Nor a spark of regret or doubt could be seen in them.
His body froze and his blood chilled, unable to process the brutal inevitability. As everything slowly went black, Macaque had only one thought.
He had been so, so foolish.
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