I planned to write this post like 300 years ago but I somehow forgot about it until now lol
So Vincent’s debut in Kuromyu was in Lycoris 2014 where he looked like this:
And his debut turned out to be a bit controversial, as Editor Kuma recalled in a tweet, when fans sent messages complaining how Vincent’s hair looks different from the manga. Here, Vincent’s voice was also different (probably by someone from the musical cast but he was uncredited).
So in Lycoris 2015, they got Vincent’s anime voice actor Okitsu Kazuyuki to read his lines. And they also found someone else to play him.
Someone new from the Lyrocis 2015 musical cast.
And in Musical Kuroshitsuji: Noah’s Ark Circus, where Vincent had an even more crucial role to play in the flashbacks, Furukawa Yuta again played Vincent Phantomhive(’s silhouette) while taking on the lead role as Sebastian Michaelis. Do check him out when the DVD comes out in April.
We are reading Romeo and Juliet in class, and although I'm enjoying it so far, I cannot help thinking that Romeo only fell in love with Juliet's beauty because he said something like 'did my heart love till now? Forswear it, sight. I never saw real beauty till this night' and then Friar Laurence goes on saying that young men love with the eyes and not with the heart...
Glad to hear you’re enjoying Shakespeare! That makes me happy.
You mean to suggest that Romeo’s love might be relatively superficial because it’s based on Juliet’s looks rather than her personality? Well, it’s important not to underestimate the place that initial physical attraction plays in love; even a love that ultimately goes beyond that… But you’re right to pick up on it. It’s quite a crucial point.
One significant thing is that Romeo uses the word ‘beauty’ to refer to Rosaline far more than he does for Juliet. He always talks about Rosaline in formulaic and hackneyed ways. But Romeo only talks about Juliet in terms of beauty when he first sees her and when he says her ‘beauty hath made me effeminate’ (3.1.114) in the lead-up to his fight with Tybalt, when he chooses to subscribe to the toxic masculinity of his society and talks in a very clichéd way. After that, he only talks about Juliet’s beauty during his monologue in the Capulet crypt, where, given that she’s dead (as far as he knows), that’s the only thing left about her.
But believe it or not, there’s also a very complex question about early modern theories of cognition involved in the idea of perceiving others.
This is because in the early modern period there was a much closer connection between the physical and the mental. For them, in the right circumstances, it was theoretically possible for one to ‘see’ the soul of another person, to gain an understanding of one’s inner virtue and beauty (or the opposite) just by looking at the person. For this reason, vision was considered the most reliable of the senses. Still, it requires a little more than sight to achieve understanding. To put it very simply, they believed that in an ideal situation, the perception of physical objects was converted into mental images by the faculty of imagination, which then allowed the rational faculties to comprehend and judge what was being seen. In other words, the physical gets converted into the spiritual, and this then becomes knowledge and understanding in the memory. But in a less ideal situation, say when one’s emotions are unregulated, one is unhealthy, or one is drunk, this process fails to occur, and the perceptions goes straight to the passions, causing irrational and animalistic action.
One way of understanding Romeo’s ‘Did my heart love till now? forswear it, sight, / For I ne'er saw true beauty till this night’ (1.4.165-6) is that what he thought of as love until this moment was not love from the ‘heart’ (remember rationality was not necessarily ascribed to the brains in those days). Romeo recognises that what he understood before was merely based on the eyes, the basic perception of physicality, and not true understanding. This is probably the reason why he makes the distinction between ‘beauty’ and ‘true beauty’. After all, beauty can refer to more than one’s looks; one can have a beautiful soul, and his suggestion is that he has seen past physical beauty into true beauty.
This actually fits in very well with what Friar Lawrence says, because when he says ‘Young men’s love then lies / Not truly in their hearts, but in their eyes’ (2.2.66-7), he’s talking about Rosaline: ‘Is Rosaline, that thou didst love so dear, / So soon forsaken?’ (2.2.65-6). He’s repeating what Romeo has suggested in saying that it’s clear now that his previous love was based on the eyes and not in the heart. The Friar isn’t saying that what Romeo is now experiencing is the same thing, or that visual attraction is the only way one can love, hence the Friar’s qualification that he is speaking about ‘young men’s love’, which he calls ‘doting, not loving’ (2.2.82). He’s just saying that there is a difference between loving with the eyes and loving with the heart, and that Romeo’s love for Rosaline was evidently the former. It’s not clear whether Friar Lawrence accepts this new love of Romeo’s as being the real thing immediately; he goes along with it because he sees the good it could lead to. But then Friar Lawrence shouldn’t be taken for the wise arbiter of truth in the play… nobody can fulfil that function. What’s clear is that Romeo sees a clear difference between his two experiences of love, and that his attitude and actions when in love with Juliet are completely different to his ways when he was ‘doting’ on Rosaline.
So you see that falling in love with beauty is not necessarily simple or shallow. There are subtle distinctions being made all over the place.
Request: Imagine Juice saving you from being drugged and takes you home. You’re a bit afraid of him at first due to the tats, but he’s nothing but a sweetheart and makes sure you’re okay.
Warning: gross men at bars, near drugged, language, and of course terrible writing
In celebration of a completely undeserved 700 followers, I thought I would actually post! Thank you all so much I don’t really know why you still support me even though I do not post ever right now but I do appreciate it! 💜💜
I never, really, wanted to be at this bar but I didn’t want to let my friend down. Not that it mattered anyway as she had ditched me for a hook up. So now I sat alone at the bar, finishing my drink.
My solitude was interrupted as a man staggered over towards me.
“Can I help you?”
I asked, hoping that my night couldn’t get any worse.
“Hey baby, you look like you need some company,”
he slurred at you, your mood instantly dropping.
“No thank you, I’m good.”
You replied, praying that he would get the message and leave you be. Unfortunately he didn’t, and pulled out the stool beside you before plonking himself down.
You tried to distance yourself slightly from this drunk man but he shuffled closer to you.
“Let me buy you a drink,”
he said, moving his hand onto your thigh.
At this point, you completely panicked.
‘Okay, come on Y/N, keep calm. Maybe if you go to the bathroom then he’ll be gone by the time you come back,’ you thought to yourself.
“You’ll have to excuse me, I’m going to the bathroom,” you proclaimed, hopping of the bar stool and heading into the bathroom.
You leaned over the sink, processing everything that was going on and attempting to think of a plan.
“Come on Y/N, just go out there, grab your things and go” you say to yourself.
Finally gathering enough courage, you walk back out and head towards the bar.
When you get there, the man is still sat there with two fresh drinks in front of him.
“Sorry but I’m afraid-” you begin to say but he soon interrupts you.
“Come on just stay for one drink, I don’t bite,” he smirks, grabbing your arm and pulling you to sit down.
At this point, fear was striking through you and you had no idea what to do. You knew that he wouldn’t let you leave, the tight grip he now has on your shoulder keeping you in place.
He reaches forward and picks up his drink before turning to look at you, hinting for you to do the same.
With no other choice you also pick up the drink. Just as you’re about to reluctantly take a sip, a man approaches the two of you.
“Dude, what the fuck if your problem? I seriously wouldn’t drink that if I were you sweetheart, this dick over here spiked it whilst you were in the bathroom.”
He spoke, grabbing the arm the drunk man had on you and pulling it off. After hearing the strangers words, you slammed the glass back on the table.
The man beside you stood up of his stool in an attempt to square up against the stranger but he stood tall.
This only seemed to anger him more and it wasn’t long before this drunkard decided to throw a punch. He hit him square in the jaw although he remained unfazed and threw 2 punches back making your harasser stumble backwards, tripping in the process.
“Grab your stuff quick!” Your saviour says to you. You turn and grab your coat and phone before following him out of the door.
“I’m Juan, by the way, but people call me Juice.” He adds, once the both of you are far away from the bar.
It is only now you take a real look at him and, after the events of tonight, worry sets in.
Along his shaved head he had two tattoos, and still feeling anxious about the bar, your brain immediately concludes that he is some sort of gang member that is going to hurt you.
“Um thanks for cutting in, I really should be going now.” You stutter out, turning to walk.
“Hey!” He calls after you, “are you sure you’re okay?” You turn back around to look at him, a worried look on his face. “I can give you a lift home, if you need?”
It was no lie that you need a lift home after Y/F/N had ditched you and without any taxis, you didn’t want to walk home in the dark at this time of night. You thought things over, your brain calming down a little by now. Surely if he was planning on hurting you by now he would of waited for you to if been drugged first and then swooped in?
You looked back up at his face, he was still looking very worried.
“Are you sure?” You eventually responded, making up your mind.
“Of course! It’s fine, what’s your address?” He replied, smiling at you. You smiled back, feeling safer already.
I just unfollowed all my family members who are posting hateful, upsetting things right now. I wish I’d done this earlier. I’m not in contact with them. I don’t really know them. And I don’t want the two times a year I log into FB to mean I see them literally screaming about how liberals are crybabies and ruining the world.
no offense ?? earlier i got sad cause got7 are in america and so many people will meet mark but i can’t cause they ain’t coming to the east coast but ?? then i rmrd that Mark gets to meet his baby nieces and his mom and dad, and his sibs and his new sis-in-law ?? and like wow ?? my babe is probably so happy right now cause like he’s a homebody and loves home (relatable) and i just ! that instantly made me happy ! anyway i love mark tuan so much and i want him to have the world
Because I love this child and he needs more love, especially his relationship with Yuuri ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)
While Phichit is an incredibly friendly lovable cinnamon roll, he won’t stand for anything threatening his best friend Yuuri, even if the threat happens to be someone Yuuri loves. Yuuri clearly adores the Victor he knows now (just as much as he idolized the distant figure in the past), but Phichit won’t forget how much Victor hurt Yuuri in the past, unintentional or not.
I headcanon that on top of being a skilled figure skater, Phichit is an academic genius who skipped grades and entered college in Detroit super early where he met Yuuri, which explains their long acquaintance despite the age difference. He is very, VERY protective of Yuuri. I’ll put up a more detailed headcanon post later (and if there’s interest, possibly prequel comic of pre-YOI anime Detroit college days).
Thought of the day (while reading a “gender marketing” translation with painfully outdated views): I am really, really sick of us only talking about “gender” when women are involved.
A surprising number of important realizations could be made if we develop the habit of talking about gender dynamics even – perhaps especially – in the context of all-male or mostly-male groups.
How does it affect productivity, public image, collaboration, negotiating, client acquisition, etc. to have any group of people involved be entirely men? What effects does this drastic gender imbalance cause in its environment?
LET’S TALK ABOUT GENDER AND MEN, PEOPLE. Gender is not an exclusively female domain.
Me, interviewing the director of basically any film ever: “So let’s talk about the extreme gender imbalance in the casting of this film. What was the thinking behind that? Was there a particular statement you were trying to make, a satirical observation on the politics of society, perhaps? That kind of came out of left field, when we watched the film and all the parts but one were men. Can you tell us a little about the background of that?”
Director: “Um… I didn’t actually consciously think that much abou–”
Me, interrupting: “Come now, don’t be modest! That was a fascinating artistic decision! The drastic disparity between the number of men and the number of women in the film makes it clear to even the most casual viewer that gender is a central theme in this story. Can we delve into that a little bit further?”
This would be a fun tack to take in regard to race, too.
“I noticed something very interesting about your film, which is that every single one of the leading roles is played by a white actor. Clearly there’s some conceptual message you want to communicate with this creative choice. Could you talk about that?”
I know things are terrible right now but take a look at my cat. She’s fine. She’s content. She doesn’t even know what a President is. All she’s worried about is when I’ll give her breakfast and whether the bed or the sofa is the better sleeping option. No matter what happens all is well in the world of my cat. Even if the world goes to hell, she is happy.