So today my glasses snapped in half and I had to get a rush appointment at a seedy shop that would take appointments. The exam was remote, with a monitor mounted by the ceiling informing me of the process and then showing me a commercial for how modern the system is. Then the system very glitchily crashed and I sat in the dark room while everything reset, and as usual, my mind turned to Katsura and how much he would hate this.
And I was blindsided by an image of him having to be physically removed from an optometrist. He hates every step of the process, hates machines and foreign technology, hates the stupid machine that flashes in your eye, hates the machine that blows air up your eyelid (and PTSD makes that extra fun) and he's already verbally abusive by the time they get to the pointlessly flicking the lenses and asking which one is better (they're the same)
And then at the end of it all, they have the nerve to tell him that all of this stupid, pointless machinery has the gal to say there's something wrong with him?! Wrong with his eyes that he's used since birth??? His eyes that could slice the wings off of a fly??!! He failed?????
And everyone who knows him are like, "Yeah that makes sense, have you noticed you can't recognize anyone at five feet? And that just makes him angrier, and how dare you talk about him like that?? Don't you know he was a gifted pupil? Who read??
And the irony here is that he was smart enough that when he couldn't see shit it didn't matter because he remembered everything he'd ever been told and he heard a lesson once and retained it and he compensated enough no one noticed, and let's face it, before the Amanto came it's highly unlikely he would get his eyes checked.
So he calls the whole thing a scam and storms out and refuses to get glasses and unleashes his fury on anyone who suggests he get a second opinion, and the matter is simply dropped. Gin knows, and he thinks it's kind of funny and it makes for good pranks and it's easier to steal his food. Everyone else has forgotten or doesn't care. His men notice he seems to identify people by voice and genuinely thinks his stealth techniques work because, hey, he can't tell the difference, but "no eye exams" is so thoroughly ingrained into his lessons that they just chalk it up as another of his unique quirks.
Elizabeth does NOT know, and if she did, she would probably try to drug him and have non-consensual Lasik preformed on him while he was asleep. (The eyes-open sleeping would help with this) because even Elizabeth does have limits to his bullshit sometimes.
Anyway, it will probably never come up again, but Zura-can't-see-and-aggressively-berates-anyone-who-tries-to-help-him-see headcanon has been accepted into my universe against my will.
Edit: The lasik bit isn't as funny but I did write it
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When people think women aren’t capable of misogyny I have to laugh because misogyny isn’t men just being creepy and weird and rating women on reddit. It’s not just statistics on violence and crime stories, even though that is a big part of it.
It’s also republican moms and mean girl sisters who encourage competition between women as peak femininity. It’s also women who think having friends is an equivalent to a bravo TV show that includes hair pulling and slut-shaming. It’s also women who tell you certain things make you ugly and “look like a man.” Women who make fun of feminine features in men. It’s women who think the best way to deal with a patriarchal system is by trying to befriend it so they can try to benefit off of it by “not being like other girls” — the way people boil feminism down to the proximity of femininity and masculinity on the internet really bothers me. Some of the worst misogynists I’ve known in my life have been the republican women I’ve grown up around.
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There’s something so important about Gillion - who never heals himself, who rushes into danger, who hides his wounds- facing death and realizing he isn’t unafraid as he was raised to be. He uses his magic on himself to help with the exhaustion, to keep his life intact. And still he tries to comfort Jay and Chip while he’s coherent, being realistic about his chances but refusing to make it painful. Wanting their possible last moments to be light, to be about seemingly inconsequential things, small favorites that still mean the world to him purely because they’re Chip and Jay’s favorites. And then when all is said and done, he makes a raccoon for Jay. He talks about raspberries for Chip. He uses his last saved up arcane energy to try desperately to stay awake, and it works, and it saves him in the final hour.
It’s just. There’s something about how he hasn’t had a chance to rest since the Feywild, really, truly rest. How this whole time he’s been down on himself and taking extreme risks. And now, at what might be the end of it all, he realizes he doesn’t want to die. He wants to live. And not to be able to save others, not to fulfill his destiny, not out of obligation to anyone else - but purely for himself. For all the little things. And though it’s not quite healing in the literal term, his nearly final act was spent trying to save himself - and it worked.
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