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bigenderteruki asked:

tell me a story about a magical girl

It begins like so many other tales.

A young girl wanders through a dark field. She steps from a crack in the ground – but only a little, the field is a dark field and the crack is far too narrow to squeeze through – and there stands an old woman, with a haggard face, a long gray beard, a wrinkled face, and a kind but weary face. The girl steps away, and speaks.

“Who are you?” the girl asks. “You are older than me, and your eyes are kind. How can you be a woman? I fear you are too old.”

The old woman smiles, and her teeth are sharp and green. She steps forward and the girl takes a step back, and the field goes dark.

And the girl turns to run, and something grabs her and drags her toward the field.

“Why should I fear you?” the old woman asks. “I could kill you, and it would not be the first time. You will not flee from me for long.”

The girl steps forward, out of the darkness, into the field, and her captor stops before her. She is a beautiful woman, not like the old woman, and she holds a strange bow in one hand.

The girl takes a step forward, and there stands an ancient temple, and it opens like the mouth of a sea cave.

“Come in, my child.”

The child walks into the temple, and steps through a little door, and is no longer a child, nor a woman, but a beautiful girl with wings and long hair and flowing robes, and the world is a soft and glowing green and the sun is a great round ball of light, shining through the clouds.

The young girl stands before a goddess. She looks up at the goddess, who towers above the rest of the world, and the goddess smiles.

“Hello, little girl. I am the goddess Utena, and I have watched you for centuries. You have come to me at last, and I have been waiting for you. You are the chosen one.”

The goddess points to her own chest. “But you have chosen me.”

“Yes, for now, you have chosen me. You, and all the other women, and all the other men and the other animals, each one of us has chosen for one another. Do not think that because you have chosen me I am not also choosing you.”

The goddess takes the young girl’s face in her hands, and her hand is like Utena’s hand, and her fingers are like Utena’s fingers – but all the goddess’s hands are like Utena’s hands, too – and they are all around the girl, and the girl is as tall as the goddess – and the goddess kisses her on her forehead, and she is the girl, and she is the goddess. The goddess holds the girl in her arms and the girl is no longer Utena and she is a girl no longer, just Utena and the goddess.

There are other girls, the girl realizes, and they are waiting for her. She looks around and there is a girl on the ceiling.

“Utena – what about you? What have you chosen for me?” she asks the girl on the ceiling.

“Nothing,” the girl replies.

The girl looks around, and there is a girl beside her, and a girl behind her, and on the ground, a girl. And they are all wearing the same robes as the girl, and she looks at each of them, and they smile at her.

“My little sisters,” they say.

“All my sisters,” the girl says. “I am a little sister, and you are a little sister, and all the girls are little sisters.”

“All the girls, all the women, all the men, all the animals,” the girl on the ceiling says. “We are all a part of one another. The world is the body of one who is sleeping.”

“A little girl is about to wake,” the girl with the bow says.

The girl on the ceiling turns away, and the girl with the bow starts to weep. The girl on the ceiling opens her arms and the girl is at her side, and the girl on the ceiling takes her hand.

“There is no difference,” the girl on the ceiling says. “All the girls are different. All the girls are the same. We are all alike.”

And the girls laugh, and the sun is a great fiery ball of light, and the girl on the ceiling takes the girl by the hand and leads her to the field, and they leave, and the sun rises, and the children walk.

And the girls walk on and on, through the world, and there are houses – each house with a garden – and there is no war, and there is peace, and each girl smiles. There are no longer any boys or men, and there are no girls who are not girls, and there are no boys who are not boys, and each girl smiles.

“What does it all mean?” a girl asks, and a girl asks, and a girl looks at the other girls.

And the girls laugh. “Me, me, me, me, me, me, me. And what does it all mean, and what has it all been about? Me, me, me, me, me, me – me, me – me, me – me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, my – me, my – me, me, me, me, me, me, me, me, my, me, my, me, me, my, my, me, my, me, my, my, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, my, me, my, my, my – me, my, my, me, me, me, me, my – me, my, my, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, me, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, my, me – me, me – me, me, me, me – me, my – me, my, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, me, me, my, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, me, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, me, my, my, my, me, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, me, my, my, me, my, me, my, my, my, my – my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, me, my, my, my, my, my, my, my, –

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A story about a beautiful and frightening woman. An odd sort of story, not just for its bizarre premise, but also because it reads like a story that was written by a woman who can’t stand to look at her own face in the mirror, and doesn’t see a reflection, but sees something that isn’t there. There is a part, in the middle, where all the girl’s friends start having their own inner voices, and start writing their own narratives of their experiences with this beautiful woman who has somehow come to live inside their heads. There is a part where she tries to get her friends to help with her work, and all her friends are not just saying they can’t help but it turns out their writing is all different from hers too.

Anonymous asked:

How come a badger would fuck up a coyote

you wouldn’t necessarily clock this from just looking at one, but all species of badger are basically just little fucked-up biological TANKS with hearts full of murder.

adorable murder.

to start with, badger skin is so tough that it can resist most attempts by other predators to bite through it, and is also very loose so that even if it’s grabbed by a larger creature, the badger can still turn around and bring its own claws and teeth into the situation!

which is very bad.

and on top of this, badgers are STUPID strong and ridiculously hardy- badgers can shrug off just about any injury that doesn’t kill them outright and will immediately seek retribution by attempting to open you up with those big ol claws like a can of beans being fed into an industrial shredder.

badgers can even 1v1 fucking BEARS and walk off without a scratch, they’re that op.

no, I was not kidding.

the coyote, a fragile creature built for speed and maneuverability, would stand NO chance if it tried to start shit with the badger, and they both know it.

See, that’s what the app is perfect for.

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