adora, seeing spinnerella and netossa kissing: what are they doing? glimmer: they’re kissing adora: why? what’s that? bow, already crying: do you not know what love is?
adora: hmm- I- yes of course it’s- no what is love? bow and glimmer whispering in sync: baby don’t hurt me
There’s something naggingly familiar about the Catra fandom that I can’t quite place. Like, I’m sure there’s a reason acrimonious discourse about whether identifying with a melodramatic schemer sporting mismatched eyes, big hair, and a complicated relationship with her abusive spider-themed mother figure makes you a bad person is ringing a bell, but I can’t quite put my finger on it.
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