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You are bigguca.
You are spinning the orphan timeline with your nail only, scratching it over and over every time it loses momentum.
You are entirely convinced that same gender love, that yuri etc, is ok, entirely fine, and completely acceptable. You explain it to the quiet Law of Cycles for the, literally, and not in a manner of speech, tenth hundreth millionth time as it listens to your theories with totally real and absolute and complete fascination and acceptance- only to be rudely interrupted.
Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Oh my God!! Shut UP!! Shut… UUUPPPP!!!
Blue Girl from the Law of Cycles: Don't you mean ‘Goddess’?
Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Who cares- whatever she wants to be- just SHUT UP! My sister is trying to sleep here!
Little Sister of the Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: ...Sis! S-sorry everyone!
Firm like the Statue of Liberty, you tell the red girl that it's HER, doubtlessly, that should shut the fuck up, because yuri is, indeed, the purest kind of love, the pinnacle of love, the way all good stories should end. You redouble your efforts to convince her. Jaw trembling, you spend your most thought-out arguments on her, all polished to exemption in underground online forums.
Another girl, much more mature: But, if a girl gets closer to another just because she wants to... you know... is it still that pure, I wonder? Isn't purity all about the intent for which two seek each other?
Yet another girl: You know, I'm gonna say it just to embarrass her: I really love my friend, you know! Come here you big dork!
Yet another girl more: Gross! Fuck off!
Yet another girl: I love this big jerk but I still want a husband! Is that wrong?
Yet the little sister of the red girl is still drilling the tip of her shoe against the floor.
Little Sister of the Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: ...if she wants to...?
Red Girl from the Law of Cycles: Oh now you've done it!
Forehead sweating, as voices start piling up, you attempt to /calmly/ convince that mature girl that, uh, the thing is that, ok look, so- and you sigh as if she was stupid, still nervous, because well she must be dumb if she's asking that kind of obvious stuff. The point, you continue, is that love between girls is /totally fine/ and that no one should get in the way of it. You nod like a sage and look at her from above. It is that simple. She'll get it.
and yet, the heads of the Magical Girls keep popping out of the Law of Cycles, complaining about the noise and the hour, all asking what the ruckus is all about while making it worse themselves. And when it gets so loud that they can't even hear you explaining why it's ok if two girls want to be more than friends-
you feel it. Like someone stabbing you with an icicle. You just feel it, and turn around.
