This is not a joke or a trick, I am 100% serious when I say this!
I am making some changes to my life and that also includes my name!! Lmao, I am going to change my first name! Since I’m asking everyone I know for suggestions, I thought I’d ask here too! If you have any suggestions, I’m all ears!!! Preferably by the letters R or N (not necessary) and preferably short and sweet and female please.
This is your chance to name me!!
Be as creative as you like, I’m desperate for something unique at this point! Thank you! <3
I keep telling folks i don’t really think of myself as an anime fan but this is getting harder and harder over time as I end up watching more series.
On a completely unrelated note, I’m hoping to write my research paper this quarter on influence of anime / Japanese visual pop culture in Southeast Asia. I got interested in it bc of just how many amazing fanartists I’ve seen here that are SEAsian, as well as anecdotal accounts from people I know about the immense fan culture in those areas, and I’d love to examine actual statistics and solid information about this! There are a lot of fascinating dynamics
Also if anyone is SEAsian and an anime fan (especially from Philippines and Indonesia) and wants to chat feel free to shoot me a message! I’m mostly working off library materials but I think it’d also be cool to hear about people’s personal experiences as fans and fan creators!
lit ladies ❀ blue sargent; “she was decidedly uncomfortable with the switchblade. although she very much liked the idea of it—blue sargent, desperado; blue sargent, superhero; blue sargent, badass—she suspected that the only thing she would cut the first time she opened it was herself. […] blue had indeed cut herself. after adam had gone into the reading room, she’d experimentally opened the switchblade and it had obligingly attacked her. it was just a scratch, really. it barely warranted a band-aid, but she put one on anyway.”
lit ladies ❀ inej ghafa; what about the nobodies and the nothings, the invisible girls? we learn to hold our heads as if we wear crowns. we learn to wring magic from the ordinary. that was how you survived when you weren’t chosen, when there was no royal blood in your veins. when the world owed you nothing, you demanded something of it anyway.