Someone's probably pointed this out already but like, the joke about Chidi thinking he's in the bad place because of his love of almond milk is actually true in a way. It's like, haha look at this character thinking that he's in basically hell for such a stupid little thing, and then we find out NO, actually, EVERYONE is going to literal hell for stupid little things that's the whole PROBLEM.
being transmasc and gay is reading a mlm book and getting the “hey that was a great book!” feeling immediately followed by the “…i wish i’d been born a boy” feeling
The name I chose for myself is Sophia. Maybe I should be kinder to myself.
Sophia, Sophia, you untransitioned and hopeful. Maybe you should be kinder to yourself.
You're awfully insecure about what you feel like you actually have to say. To be who you want to be on this verdant earth. Casually, artistically, or not. Maybe it's preaching to the crowd, maybe not? I dunno. Maybe there's someone out there overthinking this, too. All of this.
Maybe there isn't always a needed standard to just say what we want to say. Be who you want to be. Maybe we should use the opportunity to shout from the rooftops, and cry out in the name of who we are?
Maybe you shouldn't worry so much about making whatever you want to post, whatever you want to show, picture-perfect, shining to every real or hypothetical eye that you want to hear from, that you fear the judgement of.
Maybe there is no real need to constrain yourself. Work. Write. Fling what I love out there. What you want to say. Polish it however you want, but love it like a child. Love it like the child you want to embrace. Love it how you want to be embraced. Think of yourself as someone you don't want to spurn how you fear being spurned.
And never, ever, shut up about what needs to be said.
Be proud. Be proud. Be proud, my dear Sophia. Whether in bread and roses, or ink and doc, or grade and paper. Of who you are, what we still are, and what we will be.
Because you never know when it'll slip away from your fingers again.
So much still to do out there, and you're stalling on this. Tsk tsk, my dear.
Something you've yet to truly internalize. But we all start somewhere, right?
From ch 47 I think it's almost certain that the stray puppy that begins to follow Tamazuki around is Inugami reincarnated (hence the name Puppygami). The panels with nothing but his distinctive mouth/tongue, the way the puppy itself isn't properly shown--he will follow him, despite being told Tamazuki won't spoil him, somewhat like how Inugami followed Tamazuki despite the resentment he carried for him.
However, Puppygami isn't an inugami-yokai; as far as we know, he's a normal dog. And I want to say that this doesn't mean the puppy isn't the reincarnation of Inugami. It just means he's happy.
Inugami-yokai are created using blight magic / kojutsu, where supernatural power is derived from an immense amount of hatred, suffering, or poison that is condensed into one animal through cruel rituals (historical inugami-yokai rituals; warning for animal cruelty). For Inugami, that meant Tamazuki having his followers beat him for days on end to awaken his dormant powers (from his ancestors, who were inugami sorcerers/inugami themselves). His strength as a yokai was derived from his resentment.
But Puppygami is a normal dog. He doesn't have yokai powers. He doesn't have the resentment that fueled Inugami. He isn't full of hate and anguish over what happened to him, only loyalty to Tamazuki--who, this time, isn't tormenting him in the name of strength. He gets a second life, and this time it's a happy one.