Not to step out of my lane (which I’m probably doing by saying this and I’m sorry) but this is what it means to be strong, a girl and a character.
It’s not being the emotionless. man-blood thirsty hollowed-out-shell that Antis were demanding back in the first two seasons. Usagi’s going through a painful time, having met people who she just knows are supposed to be her allies who are actively trying to avoid her. She can’t understand it, and they won’t even talk to her about it, so she’s just left to wonder, and to be hurt.
But regardless, she doesn’t wallow in those negative feelings. She has a duty, and in the face of it, she decides to put those things aside because she knows she needs to be strong to protect herself, those who she loves and her planet.
It’s not being solely focused on her friends rather than her lover, it’s not about dismissing the traumatic memories from another life hitting her all at once while once again she’s a witness to the murder of her lover, and it’s definitely not about girls murdering innocent men just because you didn’t get your expectations met and decided a show was misogynistic for it.
[croaky old man voice] back in my day we didn’t care about ship wars we had to hike 10 miles, barefoot, in the snow, uphill, both ways, just to make sure our fav character was still alive and we were gRATEFUL
“For a kid with so damn much family these days, he’s still somehow been dealt a shitty hand.” No magic AU where Henry’s just a sad, angry with with a fucked up family tree.
Captain Cobra. (Eventual) Captain Swan.
Notes: The first official chapter! Sorry it took a while. Moving is a pain. But here’s chapter 1, and the next chapter is partly written and it’s all basically sketched out in my head so hopefully the next update won’t take quite so long. Recommended listening is still: Eugene by Sufjan Stevens.
(Shout out to swallowedsong, again, for always responding ‘sure!’ when I ask if she wants to look over something for me, and for generally being encouraging and enthusiastic.)
Regina used to walk him to school everyday. She’d hold his hand as they went, her grip tightening when people would pass by, fake smiles on their faces as they greeted her, an equally forced smile on her own. She was a very powerful woman, his adoptive mother. Important. The kind of important that never forgets itself—that demands that no one else forget it, either. The kind that doesn’t make many friends. She’d hold onto his hand as they walked and as he got older he wondered if she did it for his sake or her own. Who really needed that anchor?
Maybe it was both of them.
Emma walked him to school, too, but she kept her distance a bit, only reaching for him to cross the street.
“I guess you’re probably too old for this, huh?” she’d said once as they walked, her hand soft and unsure around his.
“I don’t mind,” he’d said, squeezing her hand and smiling.
She’d smiled back, ruffled his hair before he ran off and into the building, and when he glanced back as he reached the door she was still there, still smiling, still watching him.
Truthfully, he didn’t need either of them to walk him to school. He just—
He just liked it when they did.
His first Monday at Barrie he walks alone to the dining hall. Sits alone for breakfast, and makes his way by himself to his first class.