You may have noticed that the books you really love are bound together by a secret thread. You know very well what is the common quality that makes you love them, though you cannot put it into words: but most of your friends do not see it at all, and often wonder why, liking this, you should also like that. Again, you have stood before some landscape, which seems to embody what you have been looking for all your life; and then turned to the friend at your side who appears to be seeing what you saw - but at the first words a gulf yawns between you, and you realise that this landscape means something totally different to him, that he is pursuing an alien vision and cares nothing for the ineffable suggestion by which you are transported. Even in your hobbies, has there not always been some secret attraction which the others are curiously ignorant of - something, not to be identified with, but always on the verge of breaking through, the smell of cut wood in the workshop or the clapclap of water against the boat’s side? Are not all lifelong friendships born at the moment when at last you meet another human being who has some inkling (but faint and uncertain even in the best) of that something which you were born desiring, and which, beneath the flux of other desires and in all the momentary silences between the louder passions, night and day, year by year, from childhood to old age, you are looking for, watching for, listening for? You have never had it. All the things that have ever deeply possessed your soul have been but hints of it - tantalising glimpses, promises never quite fulfilled, echoes that died away just as they caught your ear. But if it should really become manifest - if there ever came an echo that did not die away but swelled into the sound itself you would know it. Beyond all possibility of doubt you would say “Here at last is the thing I was made for.” We cannot tell each other about it. It is the secret signature of each soul, the incommunicable and unappeasable want, the thing we desired before we met our wives or made our friends or chose our work, and which we shall still desire on our deathbeds, when the mind no longer knows wife or friend or work. While we are, this is. If we lose this, we lose all.
it’s 3am and i’m legit tearing up because!! natsume is still SO afraid of the fujiwaras finding out that he can see things that others can’t since that tended to be the root of his alienation (and heavily implied abuse) in the past and he doesn’t even realize that they. already know?? like obviously they don’t know the full extent of it, but they’ve both heard the stories from his other foster families and touko witnessed him talking about a white crow she wasn’t able to see, and like obviously she’s a bit surprised and bewildered at first but when she puts it together she just! is happy that he’s not alone, even if it’s only in his own mind
i could write ESSAYS on natsume yuujinchou being an allegory for growing up with mental illness/psychosis and finally finding people who accept you and love you for it (even if you’re slow to realize it) and being able to start to overcome years of neglect and abuse, and the crow scene is just…. so perfectly incredibly poignant in that context
“The first draft of my vows - which I wrote the day after we got engaged - clocked in at around seventy pages. But I don’t have them with me today… Here’s what I’ll say, then. The things you have done for me - to help me, support me, surprise me, to make me happy - go above and beyond what any person deserves. You’re all I need. I love you and I like you.” “I love you and I like you.”
The public’s love for scales knows no bounds, so here’s the latest one. This scale is about how likely I think we are to return to a plane in a Standard-legal set. A few caveats:
• This is totally my opinion and does not reflect anyone else in R&D. Remember, I am not a member of the creative team.
• Like the Storm Scale, this is based on a general sense of the future without actually factoring in what I know about the future. If we are about to do something unexpected, I still treat it as unlikely (similar to how Madness was rated an 8 even though I knew it was coming back in Shadows over Innistrad).
• I listed all the planes we have visited on black border cards save future-shifted cards and planes cards. I might have forgotten one or two.
• I am talking about revisiting these planes and not going to a new plane with a similar approach. For instance, Rabiah being a 10 doesn’t mean a new Persian-inspired plane is equally unlikely.
• Like the Storm Scale, 1 means very likely and 10 means very unlikely.
These pictures give me so much to work with, and they mean so much to me. Though Yuuri was drunk as hell, Victor didn’t mind, and ended up joining him, where they ended up having a great time.
The reason it means so much is because, not only did their love cross many boundaries, but it proves that Victor loves every aspect of Yuuri’s being, regardless of what anyone says. They’re truly in love, and I totally respect that.
Another reason is that Yuuri is also completely in love with Victor. Notice, whenever Yuuri looks or makes eye contact with Victor, there’s a certain spark in his eyes, like Victor said “He must be trying to find something.” And the way I see it, Yuuri’s searching for ways to be with Victor, like having matching gold rings, an unbreakable bond, both end up owning Poodles, and so many other bonds that we just don’t know yet.
But, I’m not finished yet.
This picture also shows the unbreakable bond Yuuri has made with these Skaters. This chapter of his life has brought him even closer to his love of skating, while he lost it for a while, and Victor brought him into the light again.
It all started when Yuri Plisetsky kicked the door in the Men’s room, and when the video of Yuuri skating to one of Victor’s skates, also when Yuuri became drunk, and erm, pole-danced, and danced along with Victor.
And the thing I’m most happy about, is that not only did Victor give him his love for skating back, but Victor had faith in Yuuri, when Yuuri asked him to be his coach. And I feel that since then, Victor paid close attention to Yuuri, even when Yuuri had no idea.
As he found the viral video posted by the Otaku Triplets.
It proves that Victor never stopped holding onto Yuuri, even when they were countries apart, and that their love is unbreakable.
There was nothing the censors could put their fingers on. The red color, the girl in black and the sailor in white were very sensuous. The moves were sensuous. Yet I never laid a glove on her. There was nothing the censors could say. If they did, I could have said, “What? Do you have a dirty mind?" - Gene Kelly, Conversations with the Great Moviemakers of Hollywood’s Golden Age at the American Film Institute