#or equivalent of a kebab worth anyway

[philosophicalparadox]

Only place I’ve been to that serves alligator for a reasonable price ironically

what i like about airports is that once youre in there theres no going back. I mean youre there until they let you out

[ryo-maybe]

I’ve been thinking about it and like on one hand, why am I even pondering over Symphogear’s writing of all things, but on the other - look, I know this is going to sound eyebrow-raising - I can’t help but find Tsubasa’s reaction to the concert mess hilarious.

The obvious, sensible explanation is that it’s PTSD kicking in at full force, even though there wasn’t really any explicit mention of Tsubasa being reminded of the whole mess that ended with Kanade biting the bullet, but the thing is, at this point she should have grown accustomed to this specific flavor of bs. The moment the first screams started to echo across the arena, we should have panned to a shot of Tsubasa pinching the bridge of her nose while muttering “Are you shitting me right now”. Tsubasa’s concerts in the Symphogear universe have aggro. You see her step onto a stage, you know that she’s going to maybe make it halfway through the second song in the program before the Noise crash the venue and begin turning people left and right into ketchup. It’s a tradition at this point: crashing one of Tsubasa’s concerts is how you hammer the final nail into the foundation of a Symphogear season worth its name.

That’s without even mentioning that at this point Tsubasa has seen so many randos, from enlisted soldiers to defenseless civvies, explode in front of her - even during the concert itself! - that the kid getting the kebab treatment being what finally made her snap feels like even more of a stretch pulled solely to have her retread the same arc she went through five whole seasons ago (or, well, like 75% of her arcs anyway). Like damn, it’s not like that was the only kid in that venue who got turned into a fine paste, right? At least give them the satisfaction of losing your utmost shite over their deaths too!!!

But really, that’s beside the point. The point is that the only thing more baffling than people somehow still showing up to Tsubasa’s concerts despite the fact that at this point they should know they’re bound to turn into inescapable death traps is that Tsubasa got hit so hard with the RPG sequel syndrome bat that even her development got slapped back down to Level 1. It’s especially funny to me because Maria was right there and she acted about how I’d expected both her and Tsubasa to. Octocat mom looked at the inferno around her and her reaction was about the equivalent of slapping a hat on her knee and going “Ah, dagnabbit, notto this shitto again”. I fully expected her to see Tsubasa’s state and say like, “Are you kidding me right now? You didn’t see this coming? Half my wardrobe in the changing room isn’t even clothes, it’s guns. I thought it pretty clear that this point what we’re doing is less singing than advertising the world’s fanciest suicide booths. Come on, Swordie. We saw like two dozen dudes pop the other week girl. You had four seasons to get over this, Tsubasa. I got over my shit thanks to tomatoes, Tsubasa. God, you’re doing this specifically to fuck around with me, aren’t you” lord, never stop being a beautiful mess, Symphogear