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ummm, HI! I'm alive!
- new therapist working out
- moved into a new apt
- have a bunk bed now (YAY!)
- had an interesting experience with an ovarian cyst
- returned to school
- rocked my editing class
- more stable, etc
- fiending for rpgs but what else is now
- SO INTO PRINCESS TUTU OMG
btw?
AWESOME VID, Princess Tutu, Slashy and Femmeslashy and Het-y and not really spoileriffic because dude that is one strange mindfuck of an anime and IT IS AWESOME. (the anime AND the vid)
GO NOW.
- new therapist working out
- moved into a new apt
- have a bunk bed now (YAY!)
- had an interesting experience with an ovarian cyst
- returned to school
- rocked my editing class
- more stable, etc
- fiending for rpgs but what else is now
- SO INTO PRINCESS TUTU OMG
btw?
AWESOME VID, Princess Tutu, Slashy and Femmeslashy and Het-y and not really spoileriffic because dude that is one strange mindfuck of an anime and IT IS AWESOME. (the anime AND the vid)
GO NOW.
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^_____^
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MAKE SURE
I HALF BEEN GUD
KEEP AT IT THEN
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Tutu is totally on my list. Behind all the other things I keep meaning to watch.
♥
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oh god, if you get the chance...yeah Tutu. 'cause...omg. So meta and wonderful and heartbreaking and beautiful and bittersweet. And so so meta. And the ballet is just *wonderful*.
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I WANNA FIC IT, 'CAUSE WHY HAVEN'T PEOPLE WRITTEN ABOUT FAKIR MAKING MISTAKES WHEN TRYING TO TURN BACK DUCK? WHYYY?
...and she rose on her new legs, or was it old legs newly returned?
Fakir writes, blushing madly as Duck's skin glows in the firelight. She is *happy* and he is *relieved*, even as he is kicking himself for not writing her with clothing, even as he is trying to keep his eyes on the manuscript but sneaking glances peripherally. He is glad to have succeeded in giving Duck a human form...or was it returning her her true form? But she smiles and the question loses meaning in the reality of her prescence. The swan-like creature approches him and says
"Honk." Fakir.
Fakir whips his head up. He and the swan exchange aghast expressions.
"Um," Fakir mutters.
"Honk," Duck agrees. She tries to waddle towards him but she is, if anything, more ungainly and ungraceful as a swan than she ever was as a human.
She is, if anything, more graceful as a duck than in any other form. Fakir's forehead furrows like a clenched fist; he still hasn't worked out the give and take of storytelling yet. The people he writes of are not yet fully real, so for the most part his fairytales never come true. (Yet, he hopes.) His stories, he was chagrined to realize, haven't yet learned how to dance. He was even more chagrined to realize that he needed to learn this dance from Duck, who dances her own story so truthfully and so faithfully that to dance anything else...she stumbles.
And Fakir stumbles too. This time, it is even his fault, and he bows his head and starts to write them back into rhythm.
"Fakir," she says, gently, confusedly. "Thank you, but," and here her legs wobbled, uncertain on dry land.
'I'm sorry,' he thinks, but he already sees in her eyes the forgiveness. He kisses the top of her head, ignoring the feathery tickles on his nose and the wet tickles in the backs of his eyes. She shimmers in front of his eyes, like mist and like sea foam, and he picks up her to return her to her home.
A couple hours later, they watch the sun rise. Her in the water, him on the pier.
Fakir sets down his pen, beckons to Duck, and sets action to word.
...granted I'd eventually give them success, but not without some incidences horrific, some incidences funny, some incidences dramatic, and some incidences with ducklings. ^_^ ::cackles::
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Here's a bunch of ones I liked: http://www.livejournal.com/tools/memories.bml?user=rashaka&keyword=Princess+Tutu+fic+I+love&filter=all
I'd love to read more of this line of thought. Mistakes great and small, all of it a denial of the fact that she is a duck... and yet she was once human too.
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I think I'll burrow through them once I finish this fic tho, 'cause I notice a distressing tendancy of mine to get distracted and not finish fic. ::wryyyyy::
Heh, and...ohhh, I kinda feel sorry for what I'm going to have them go through, but eh, no pain no gain right? ^_~
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I've always felt the end of the series was right and proper for the story, but tragic for these two characters. Because the theme of the second season was to fight your fate and achieve glory rather than happiness. Mytho and Rue fought their fate, but Fakir and Tutu ended up fullfilling their fate. And while they did get glory-- they alone, of all the characters that fought so hard, were forced to accept who they were in the end. They couldn't change it like the others had managed to. I found that so profoundly sad. Especially given that Ahiru is a duck and to deny that part of her is to deny her... and yet she was also a human, and I am a firm believer in the Last Unicorn philosophy that says once you spend time as a human, you can never go completely back to being the animal you were before, however magical. A part of you will always be human. And in that sense, Ahiru was jipped. She fought the hardest, and she saved everyone with Fakir, but she was forced backward. It's just so damn sad.
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Yes! more visiting! but yeah, crazy busy right now too, especially with the holidays. But the new years' definately looks do-able...Do you have any times locked in where it's a no-go? For me Jan 12-13 = classes as well as Feb 9, 10, 23, & 24. I can do weekends that are not those, or random weekdays although I think you'd mentioned that your weekdays are full?
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http://www.silverwolfie.net/video2.xml#
It's much cleaner than the you-tube rip, and thrice as lovely.
YAY PRINCESS TUTU CONVERTS! It is quite unbelievable, that show. It's one of my tip-top favorite anime series, and I adore it. Like, adoration to unbelievable levels. Will you be writing any fanfic? Fanfic for PT is in short supply on the internets, and often sub-quality.
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Fakir tries writing again the next day. He tries writing of their dance at the bottom of the Lake of Despair, and how he wishes he could dance it again. (Their forms painting shadows on the lake bed, her eyes like stars, and their arms looping into each other like infinity. She was so beautiful.)
He, later that day in front of their company's excited choreographer, finds himself learning an new dance, oddly old, disquietingly familiar, with a probationary member of their company for a partner. She was beautiful and was colored fair to his dark, hair shimmering like a precious metal. She danced like a masterpiece; which is to say she had perfect form and felt like a statue in his arms. He felt like his hands were nailed to cold stone and his feet slid along pre-ordained grooves in the floor.
She had eyes like glass beads.
Fakir went straight to the pond afterwards and looked and looked and looked at Duck until he felt clean again. She paddled towards the pier and asked him what was wrong, in her way. He told her that his writing failed again, and she said that was okay and good things aren't easy and ooo is that bread for me?
It was. Fakir broke off bits for her and bemoaned about how ballet was so *easy* next to this. Duck glanced sharply up.
Fakir! She sputtered, mouth full, flapping. It is probably good for the both of them that Duck doesn't need to actually use her beak to communicate with him, Fakir thinks absently, as he is suddenly reminded of the girl that tried so hard and tried so hard and whom he'd embarrassed in front of prima ballerina Paulamoni by dancing to his ability instead of hers. It shames him that he was so petty.
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You seriously made my evening. Thank you. That is lovely.
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XD
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