So my original peach was fun to make, but I feel like a few people got left out, and that wasnt the reason why I made it. I dont want anyone to feel left out or uncomfy because I know how it feels and EVERYONE deserves a peach graphic. SO I MADE MORE ;V; I hope you like them!
Theyre also transparent, so feel free to use them however you like!
Because the response to 13 Reasons Why has been so controversial, I’d just like to point out some things.
As explained in 13 Reasons Why: Beyond the Reasons, the suicide scene was shown BECAUSE they wanted it to be painful for the audience to watch, as well as the rape scenes. Not because they wanted to be gruesome or inconsiderate, but because it is REALITY for so many people in the world and a lot of people like to pretend these things don’t exist or shield themselves from the reality of it; they ignore it because they’ve never gone through it, so they don’t care so much. So then when they see these scenes, they will be made uncomfortable and see what people are really truly experiencing and that it is not something that should at all be sugarcoated or ignored. IT IS REAL.
Secondly, for those saying it’s disgusting for them to show these scenes, THERE ARE WARNINGS AT THE BEGINNING OF THE EPISODES THAT SHOW RAPE AND/OR SUICIDE TO NOT WATCH IF IT WILL AFFECT THE VIEWER IN ANY WAY. These warnings are given specifically so that if you are not comfortable watching or believe it would cause a trigger, you should not even watch. So the fact that people are bashing the show for showing these scenes in relation to them being a trigger, the warnings are already made very clear in the beginning. They did take this step to make sure it wouldn’t just pop up and be any sort of triggers. The producers knew very well to be wary of that. The show also worked with a lot of psychiatrists, psychologists, and leading experts in teen-suicide prevention. Though this still may not be enough for you to think they did everything right, they again did have the warnings. They are very aware that it could cause triggers and put some people in danger, but THAT IS WHAT THE WARNINGS ARE FOR. DO NOT WATCH IF IT COULD DANGER YOU. VIEWER’S DISCRETION IS ALWAYS ADVISED.
THE SHOW WAS NOT CREATED FOR ENTERTAINMENT PURPOSES. IT IS TO SPREAD AWARENESS FOR ALL THE ISSUES (suicide, rape, bullying) AND POINT OUT HOW LITTLE THE SIGNS CAN BE AND HOW MUCH MORE CAREFUL AND HELPFUL EVERYONE IN THE WORLD NEEDS TO BE TO THE PEOPLE AROUND US. As also talked about in Beyond the Reasons, they want to promote teaching boys the proper ways to approach a girl and gain permission to become intimate with her, always getting the YES to teach boys respect for women. This is very important because as most people know, it has always been extremely hard for rape victims to get help because of the “what were you wearing” “were you flirting” “did you lead him on” “did you directly say no” arguments that are so wrongfully executed—instead, 13 Reasons Why knows that this is an issue, as somewhat shown in the scene with Mr. Porter as he questions Hannah. So in the after show, they speak about how parents need to be teaching their children more about consent and less about just protecting yourself, covering up, etc. They are aware that the real issue is with proper consent, and that is a very important message to get across.
Coming from someone who has battled depression and suicidal thoughts and attempts, I must also point out that EVERY SINGLE PERSON, EXPERIENCES, THOUGHTS, REACTIONS, ETC ARE DIFFERENT. What one person suffering depression thinks may be different than another. Hannah Baker’s story is very unique in many ways yet also extremely relatable in many ways to many, many people and girls around the world. JUST BECAUSE YOUR STORY MAY BE DIFFERENT DOES NOT MEAN HERS IS INCORRECT OR LESS/MORE THAN ANOTHER’S. There are a lot of people who can relate to feeling as though you are NOTHING and of no worth to the people around you, just a burden that only disappoints everyone and makes their lives worse. This is a very real state of being and depression and feeling of complete worthlessness that people can reach in their lives, especially some young teenage girls, like Hannah Baker, and even myself, that will lead to suicidal thoughts, attempts, or completely following through with, like Hannah. They believe the world and their loved ones would be better off without them. Again, as someone who has attempted suicide as a teenager and worked for years to fight depression and overcome it, I can say that while the suicide scene did make me uncomfortable and was extremely painful to watch, I was not offended. I knew of the warning at the beginning of the episode, read it, and continued to watch because EVERYONE HANDLES THESE THINGS DIFFERENTLY. I UNDERSTOOD the purpose of including the scene and making it so graphic and realistic. IT’S REALITY, THIS IS HAPPENING TO PEOPLE EVERYDAY AND IT SHOULD NOT BE SUGARCOATED OR SHIELDED FROM THE WORLD; it needs to be made more AWARE OF by those who like to turn a blind eye to it, but it is exposed WITH WARNING. So again, if some feel as though a scene like this would be a trigger, IT IS ADVISED YOU DO NOT WATCH. Everyone is affected differently and they did not just insert it with no consideration for the affect it could have on those battling the same wars as Hannah.
To say Clay was an easy solution and could have saved Hannah by loving her—no, he could not have saved her by just loving her, that is not what this story is even saying. Hannah does explain at the end of her last tape as she exits the school that some people cared, but she felt it was only mediocre, not enough for her to want to stay and feel NEEDED and truly LOVED. So no, they are not saying Clay could have kept her alive by simply loving her, or that love can save someone, it is much more complex than that. What they are saying is that people can care, but not showing how much they truly care can affect someone in the ways it affected Hannah. It was not just one boy’s love that could have saved her, but the love and care of many people, for them to show that they truly cared about her being alive and DID NOT see her as worthless, an object, just another person on earth. She needed to feel as though they NEEDED her to stay, that they genuinely cared about her as a person and that her life was truly worth something, because she did not feel it was. When Clay says he could have kept her alive if he wasn’t so afraid to tell her he loved her, he simply means he could have given her a sense of hope, a sense of belonging on the earth, that someone truly, whole-heartedly valued her life and her as a human being, not an object.
The actress who plays Jessica also explained that she reached out to a family member who is an actual rape survivor, and she stated that she was pleased that the show was “not shying away from the ugliness” of these scenes because viewers will see what these people really go through–again, another topic that is usually sugarcoated and instead needs to be addressed.
13 Reasons Why is a unique way of telling the story of a teenage girl who committed suicide, and the reasoning for bringing it to screen was MOSTLY to promote awareness and shine light on things that are not talked about enough that the youth suffers every single day, things adults see as “normal teenager struggles,” “small stuff,” “it only feels like the end of the world and really isn’t,” etc. This show is being spread more than even expected, and that is a very good thing for those who are in need of help and have parents or peers that once ignored their problems and will now tend to them.
**an issue cannot be tended to/made aware of/more properly prevented if it is just sugarcoated rather than slapped in people’s faces (those who don’t realize how severe it is) like this show does. it can really change things and leave an impact.
**if you are at risk for triggers and do not feel you are currently healthy enough to watch this show, please take care of yourself and do not watch. or, skip episodes 9, 12, and 13 and read up on them instead. these are the episodes that can be triggers for those at risk, if you weren’t yet aware.
**also feel free to stop by my inbox and talk to me if you need someone to talk to, or just would like to speak more on the subject.
So a few
days ago I dida post about Shiro’s prosthetic armand the response was amazing!
Many of you also showed interest in me doing one on Shiro’s scar as well, so here we are. This one took me a lot longer to make because it’s not as cut-and-dry
as the arm. There’s a lot of variables and speculation. We can’t really know for
sure what DID happen, but we can most likely deduce what DIDN’T happen. (WARNING–I’m going to discuss some graphic stuff, blood/gore/injuries, etc. So be aware.)
In this post we’ll go through the possibilities and see which ones are the most likely to occur. There will be one numbered point per general option, and I will narrow them down to the ones I think could happen. I would love for you to share your thoughts on the matter! At one point most of us, myself included, assumed Shiro got the scar on his face during battle, so this brings us to the first option:
1. The scar is the result of a sword or other blade swipe during battle
Let’s take a look at what would have to happen for this option to be the case. There’s an easy way to visualize this in 10 seconds or less.
(pls forgive me, i’m not a photo editor. i just wanted ot7)
Hey, everyone! I recently hit 100 followers! I’ve had this blog since January and even though I had a rough start and I wanted to leave a few times, I’m very glad I pushed through. I wanted to save a follow forever for another milestone and just do a drabble game for this one but there are so many amazing blogs a wanted to thank. I really appreciate every single one of you guys. This blog has been a safe haven for me, and I can’t imagine how my life would be without it. I’ve felt much more loved on this blog in the short time I’ve had it than on my previous blog, which I had for 2 and half years before I left. Even though this blog may be considered ‘small’ to some people (not that it matters to me), I still feel as if I genuinely matter to all of you, and I can’t thank you enough. I will never be able to fully express my gratitude. I really do care about all of you.
All the users that show up under my followers are my friends, and I care about each one of you so much. Thank you all so much for all that you’ve done for me. I’m beyond grateful.
I feel like I need to clear something up. I see all these posts like “stop using sinning and saying u need Jesus when talking about gay ships. It’s homophobic” blah blah blah
I know not every shipper sees it the way I do, but I feel many others might, so let me try to explain right quick. We don’t use the word “sinning” to describe these otps because they’re GAY, we use it because the situation that we have put that particular otp in is incredibly sexual and sometimes disgusting. It has 0 to do with the sexuality or gender of the ship. Good lord, I once read a fic of my gay otp where one of them put a banana in the others ass while having sex (years ago, I was reading a lot of weird shit).
Calling something sinning or saying “I need Jesus” when referring to a ship has fuck all about them being gay. It’s the incredibly graphic sexual situation we put them in that is the “sinning” part. If I read the stories I do now with straight ships, I’d still comedically call it sinning because of how vivid and graphic the sex is in these fics. If I were to watch a straight couple where one of them paddled the other one on the ass then proceeded to tie them to a bed post and fuck the day lights out of them while they were gagged, I would still end that with “Holy shit, I need Jesus.” Why the fuck do you think pictures or fics about two dudes cuddling is not tagged sinning??
We ship these ships because we love and believe in them. What, do you think we ship them, but then secretly we’re like “yeah these two are a beautiful couple, BUT THEY’RE SUCH SIN OMG THIS IS GROSS AND DISGUSTING I CANT BELIVE THIS.” I can guarantee, that is not the case.
The “sinning” term is just our way of trying to convey that what we are reading is intensely graphic, so please stop making it seem like this term has anything to do with sexuality when IT DOESN’T. AT ALL.
I like keeping things organized, but on the other hand, recolors of my CC make me happy and I feel the need to share them all, so I’ve decided to compile them in one post. This list can be accessed from the original mesh post and my reblog tag. Thanks for recoloring ! (Original mesh)
/!\ If you’re interested by a recolor, please encourage the creator and like/reblog their original post /!\
📃 Links below the cut because this post is intended to be regularly updated :
what she means:
Do you know why I hate Undertale? Because it's the best game ever made. The graphics look like they were drawn by a four year old with the talents of Pablo Picasso in his prime - which is what I would have said if I liked the graphics, which I do… not. Narratively, this game is a paragon of interactive storytelling; every decision you make weigh on your conscience, because every connection you make with the characters feels organic. That’s why I am giving this game a 5/5... billion. It fucking suc
Can i request RFA reaction when they recieve news that MC is dead or in danger but than she's actually alive and well
I’m sorry this took so long, nonnie! I had to rewrite it because I didn’t like how it turned out at first, whoops. hopefully this is what you had in mind? if not, make sure to let me know! warning: there are slight mentions of death, dead bodies, hospitals, kidnapping, accidents etc. nothing graphic, though, but read at your own discretion anyway!
- Admin Cat Mom.
sunshine boy goes apeshit crazy right after hanging up the phone.
who on earth would dare to hurt such a precious being like you?
whoever the responsible for this car accident that took your life is… they are in big trouble.
his brain is not responding properly anymore.
and he just plain refuses to live in a world where you no longer exist.
he could’ve easily succumbed to his tears, and trembling hands and legs.
but oh, no.
he’s going to take matters into his own hands.
so he pretty much grabs his coat and leaves the apartment as fast as lightning.
somehow he’s at the scene in less than fifteen minutes.
and you’re there, the police and paramedics are there, and your car is there too.
your car is wrecked.
but you’re standing right next to it safe and sound, and your legs, arms and head are all in the right places.
you seem a little distressed, that’s all.
after staring blankly at the scene, he runs up to you and holds you tightly, rubbing your back and kissing your cheek multiple times to prove himself that you’re there and you’re alive.
“what in the world happened oh my god MC.”
“jumin is a bad influence please stop hanging out with him.”
he’s going to punch someone.
he’s also going to punch himself.
it’s weird enough that you haven’t come home in the past few days, and he has tried to reach you plenty of times but you’re not answering your phone.
now that he’s heard about the dead body that’s been discovered near a river (which description matches you almost perfectly) he starts panicking.
and he wants to die too.
instead of going to the police to make sure it’s not you, he spends an entire night looking for you.
because the mere thought of seeing your lifeless body would destroy every inch of his soul.
yes, zen has a strong body and soul, but not when it comes to the idea of you not being by his side.
after checking every damn corner of the city, he goes home feeling defeated.
he has a lot of missed calls and texts from the rest of RFA.
does he care at this point? not really, he doesn’t feel like answering to anyone but his dear MC.
when he opens the door, he’s surprised to see you sitting comfortably on the couch and going through your phone.
“MC? Where… where have you been?”
“you silly! I told you I was going out of town this weekend to visit my family. I even left you a message! because I didn’t have any signal there.”
oh, so that’s why even mr. trust fund kid has been calling non stop.
you spend the next day cuddling, and kissing, and talking—he feels so relieved that you’re not dead.
from now on you’re not allowed to leave this wreck of a man alone for more than a day.
her heart sinks to her stomach as soon as she hears the news.
you are her guardian angel, she said it herself.
you cannot leave just yet.
a relative/acquaintance of yours had called her that morning to let her know that you’re in hospital and things aren’t looking too great.
after all, you’ve been sick the past days, that’s a fact, and you weren’t taking care of yourself.
she scolded you a lot, but she also did her best to make you feel better.
still, she thought it was just a cold that would go away eventually.
it turns out now that your life is at risk?
on her way to the hospital, all she can think of is you lying on a bed connected to a hundred wires.
but she tries really hard not to focus on worst-case scenarios, takes a deep breath, and drinks her entire cup of coffee in one sitting.
staying calm and thinking straight, that’s all she gotta do.
she already has a contingency plan anyways, and jumin is more than ready to help with anything you need (he cares about your health as well).
when she arrives at the hospital, she’s surprised to see you on the entrance blowing your nose and looking like a mess.
a regular, definitely not on the verge of death kind of mess.
“jaehee, what are you doing here?”
she sighs in relief and gives you a hug.
you then explain that your relative/acquaintance tends to blow things out of proportion, that you’re just a bit sick and that’s all.
“for the love of god, MC, please take care of yourself.”
and… you have your very own personal nurse now.
this man turns into a mess.
he knew it, he knew that he should’ve taken you to the airport.
he only let you convince him to go alone because you told him you didn’t like goodbyes, and that everything was going to be just fine.
the report on the news says otherwise.
the plane you took a few hours ago has crashed.
he sits calmly on the couch and lets the information sink in, it takes a while.
an hour passes by, he should start making calls.
his rational side is telling to send help, helicopters, anything in order to save you and bring you back home safe.
his sense of revenge is telling him to sue the airline, find the culprit of this injustice, and make them pay.
but his body is not responding to his orders, he’s gone completely numb.
how could you, MC? how could you leave him like this? you are his source of happines and stability.
god… his clothes start feeling way too tight, he’s having trouble breathing.
and then, when he’s about to call assistant kang, his phone rings.
your name showed up on the screen. “hello? jumin? I don’t know if you’ve heard about the plane crash—”
like a sweet lullaby, your voice soothes him instantly, so he clears his throat and manages to say only one thing: “MC, I am so glad you’re well.”
you had lost the flight and decided to wait for the next one as you didn’t want to bother jumin, but after hearing about the accident, you thought it was best to return home and postpone your trip.
he refuses to hang up the phone until he’s there because yes, he’s going to pick you up (feat. good ol’ driver kim).
he knew something like this would happen sooner or later.
just when he starts feeling like he can live a normal, happy life, someone decides to take you away from him.
with the amount of enemies he’s gained through his job as an agent, he should’ve know.
yet there he is, in shock, sweating, and feeling extremely nauseated.
he’s panicking so much he forgets for a moment that he’s a skilled hacker.
he doesn’t know what this person that took you wants because the message they left was too vague, but he’s going to find out one way or another.
even if it costs him his life.
the only problem is that he can’t seem to focus and he’s making mistakes left and right.
MC please be okay.
he keeps picturing you locked in a filthy basement, tied up, scared and alone.
that is until you finally showed up—you were buying groceries.
prepare yourself for a tacklehug.
wait, if you’re here and you’re well, what’s up with this weird message?
wrong number? a distasteful prank?
he’s baffled and doesn’t understand what’s going on.
then decides to dig into it later and increase security, you can’t take threats like this lightly.
he’s a clingy mess for the rest of the day and does everything you ask him to, he even cleans the living room and eats a proper meal.
this sweet, selfless man just can’t catch a break.
it took him so long to heal his wounds and allow himself to love someone healthy and good for him.
a building has caught fire and collapsed, and not many people made it.
the same building you say you were going to.
he hasn’t heard anything from you yet, and you’re not answering your phone.
so he calls every person he knows and does everything he can to find the tiniest bit of information about the fire and the survivors.
his efforts are useless.
his chest is hurting so much? he doesn’t think he can take it?
all he can do is hold his head in his hands, bite his lip and quietly swallow his tears, because he knows how much you hate to see him sad.
and as expected, he blames himself for it.
it should have been him.
you didn’t deserve such a horrible death, let alone such a short life.
after all, you brought so much joy into his life.
when it seems like he’s lost all hope, the door opens.
you swear you’ve never seen him smile so brightly, like he’s witnessing a miracle of some sort.
he asks you where you were and you explain that your job interview was cancelled, so you weren’t there when the building caught fire.
he holds you so tightly he leaves you gasping for air, but you don’t complain and instead comfort him with tender kisses.
“Did any of the
flour get into the bowl?” Baz mused as Simon dumped another cup of the powder
on the countertop, dropping a ball of dough on top and sending a cloud of flour
drifting across the kitchen.
“Shut up,” Simon
grinned, gingerly biting the leftover dough off of his fingers. “Do you think we put in enough cherries?”
“We already did
double what the recipe called for.”
“I know, but I
want there to be cherries -”
“In every bite,”
Baz finished, smiling fondly at Simon concentrating on the dough, his brow
furrowing involuntarily. Baz loved that
furrow. That furrow was only one of
countless things Baz loved about Simon.
Simon turned to
meet his eye, and Baz quickly dropped his gaze to the flour-covered counter. Baz loved Simon’s eyes too much to even be
able to look at them. It was like trying
to stare at the sun; he had to look away after a second, but the image was
still there, stuck behind his own eyes, burnt onto his retinas.
Oblivious little fuck.
“Should I roll it
thinner?” Simon asked, snapping Baz out of his thoughts. Not that it mattered, the thoughts would
carry on, like subtitles in his brain, impossible to ignore.
“It looks fine,”
Baz shook his head. “I wonder though,
should we add something to them? Like
peppermint extract or something?”
“Why would we do
“They are meant to be for a Christmas party…”
“So we’ll make
Christmas cookies next,” Simon shrugged, “I’m not going to change the scones,
they’re perfect as they are.”
Baz got an
idea. “How about we cut them with
laughed. “The scones?”
They dipped their
cookie cutters in the inch-thick layer of flour that covered the counter and cut
their scones into Christmas trees and gingerbread men. They worked in silence, side by side, Baz
trying to hide the bristling that occurred whenever he was close to Simon. He still found it hard to believe that after
all these years of being friends and spending time together, Simon had still
never seemed to notice the effect he had on Baz.
They both reached
into the flour bowl at the same time, their hands brushing. It shouldn’t have made Baz blush, it wasn’t
like they never touched each other, but Baz couldn’t help the fact that every
touch felt like an electric shock, like it made his neck crawl.
The second their
hands brushed, Baz fought the urge to snatch his back. He wasn’t expecting Simon to do the
Baz peeked at
Simon’s face. The boy was staring down
at the dough, but his eyes were wide and his cheeks were…
Don’t overthink it, he told himself.
You mean nothing to him, not like
But there was
that tiny voice inside somewhere that kept him hoping. What if
“Ready for the
oven then?” Simon broke the silence, a little loudly for such a simple
question, especially with Baz right beside him.
replied, trying to sound light, and they transferred the dough onto the pan,
sliding it into the oven and setting the timer.
Baz brushed the flour dust off his hands and turned back to Simon. “Now we wait.”
Simon had an odd
expression on his face. He stared sort
of… past Baz, like he was so lost in thought that he was seeing the things he
was thinking, and they were happening right behind Baz. “What shall we do in the meantime?” Simon
watched Simon’s face, puzzled. “We could
start to clean up, I guess.”
narrowed. “We could, yeah.”
“Did you have
something else in mind?”
eyes met Baz’s, too quickly for Baz to look away. He returned the gaze as coolly as he could,
feeling more and more exposed with every second that dragged by. “Something wrong?” he managed, his mouth dry.
murmured, not looking away. “Nothing’s
wrong. In fact, something’s right. Everything’s right.” He took a deep breath. “Everything is… making sense.”
Simon took a step
towards Baz, then another. His gaze was
so intense that Baz instinctively backed up, finding that he had nowhere to go,
he was already backed against the counter.
“Simon,” he stammered, “what are you doing?”
cocked his head up at Baz, now only inches away. “There’s flour on your face.” He reached a hand up to brush his thumb
across Baz’s cheek, so softly that it felt like a butterfly’s touch. Baz could hear his heart pounding in his ears,
louder and louder and…
And then Simon
And Baz’s heart
Because Simon was
kissing him. Shyly. On the mouth.
scrunched shut, and he went so tense that his stomach almost felt sick.
away from Baz’s mouth. When Baz opened
his eyes, Simon’s face was red, and his brow was furrowed again. “I’m sorry,” he muttered.
Baz had to take a
couple of breaths before he found his voice.
Simon’s eyes were
blurring up. “I thought I’d figured it
out,” he said, his voice cracking slightly.
“I thought that you wanted… that.
I guess not.”
“Did… did you want that?”
his eyes shut, and a tear dripped from one of them. “It doesn’t matter.”
rushed to dry the tear from Simon’s cheek, not even thinking about the
gesture. “I need to know.”
For once, it was
Simon who couldn’t meet Baz’s eyes. “Yes,
alright? I wanted it, but clearly you
didn’t, so let’s just forget it happened and carry on.” His voice was hitching as he fought back
tears, his breath becoming ragged.
Baz didn’t know
it was possible for a heart to be broken and mended at the exact same time, but
while Simon’s tears tore him apart, he felt light as air, practically
giddy. Without letting himself think
about it, he leaned down and kissed the tear off of Simon’s face, letting his
lips linger a second longer than they needed to. He felt Simon’s shuddering stop in
surprise. When he met Simon’s eyes,
neither of them looked away. “Wait,”
Simon breathed, “did you want that?”
Baz could barely
whisper the words “God, yes” before he was crashing into Simon’s mouth
again. This time there was no
hesitation, no stiffness, just a lifetime of wanting coming to a head.
tasted of cherries and the salty sweetness of the dough he’d been sneaking the
entire time. Baz’s hands went from Simon’s
face to his hair, one hand exploring the back of Simon’s neck. Simon gave Baz’s chest a push, and before
either of them knew what was happening, Baz was sitting on the countertop,
Simon straddling his lap and kissing him so deeply that Baz thought he might
faint. Simon’s hands cupped Baz’s face,
still pushing him back until Baz was leaning his head against the cupboards,
the cold wood the only thing giving him any sense of direction. His world was nothing but Simon, and he
couldn’t hold back a moan as Simon angled his head and opened Baz’s mouth with
It wasn’t until
much later, when they finally broke apart, dizzy and gasping for breath, that
they realized they’d sat in the flour.
Heyho Maddox! So I need advice. I'm a 12 year old artist. Everyone in school refer me as a "young artist" and I love drawing. It's my passion. But, my parents aren't supporting me and tend to get mad at me everytime I want to draw. They want me to stop and be a doctor but I don't want to. I want to be a successful artist like you. Help please?
My parents didn’t really supported me being an artist till I was 18 (when I decided to do art for good). But I understand why they push us to do something else besides art. Theyworry and they know its an unstable/unpredictable job.
You are also really young at the moment. When I was your age, I wanted to be a Fashion Designer or a Veterinarian but ended up doing Animation because believe me when I say ART is just a general term of so many other specialisations that you have to consider.
Its just like if you wanna be a doctor, what kind of doctor you wanna be. Same applied with art, what kind of art based job you wanna pursue? I am currently studying animation but I like illustration very much. And there are a lot more like graphic design, interior design, fashion design, comic artist, and etc. So you do need to do more research and put more thought on what you really want focus on for art.
I will also be very real with you since you are considering this as your future and job. Art is something you really need to love and have 100% passion in doing because there are a lot of factors like rejections, criticisms and conflicts that may make you feel like shit.
If you are very sure if you are gonna give art your all, then go for it. Convince your parents in every way possible because thats ONE of the few conflicts that you need to over come. Its like an endless battle when it comes to the creative industry. Do what you strongly believe in.
I like to think that Lucius and Narcissa’s marriage is like Ned and
Catelyn’s from Game of Thrones. They barely knew each other when they
met because they had an arranged marriage by their families; but over
the years, they fell in love. Makes sense to me because JK Rowling
said the Malfoys redeeming quality is that they love each other.
Every once in a while, I see a complaint from somebody demonizing YOI because it doesn’t include homophobia or racism or whatever other thing, and uhm, no.
To be clear, Kubo and staff have said the YOI takes place in a homophobia-free universe. Cool, fine, good. But I see people sometimes saying the YOI isn’t proper representation and completely disregarding the series because of this. Like fine, you can have an opinion; I’m not prying your eyelids open and forcing you to watch anime, but to say that YOI isn’t “proper” representation or that it contributes nothing is completely misguided.
First of all, a show–or any piece of media, really–that has a queer couple and/or character in it doesn’t have to relegate itself to being about discrimination. Sure, it can, and it’s absolutely important that there are cultural records of the awful shit happening in the world. But our lives are more than that. We’re more than the hate directed towards us. We’re all individuals with our own problems, perspectives, preferences. Why should every story including us have to essentially be a form of torture porn?
For those who don’t know, the term ‘torture porn’ is used in cinematic circles to describe a subgenre of horror film that deliberately focuses on graphic depictions of torture, gore, violence, etc etc. That doesn’t mean any film with gore in it, it means a piece that has no real plot, emotional depth, or suspense; it’s only about suffering, plain and simple. Think of things like Bloodfeast (1963)–one of my personal fav b movies actually–the Saw series, and Hostel: Part II (2007). Films like Evil Dead 2 (1987), however, are splatstick because of the comedic tone.
I make this comparison because if every single story with queer characters and couples only focused on the suffering of these people, then it just becomes an emotional–and sometimes physical–form of what I explained above. If it has nothing going for it but that, then the story is nonexistent, plot is flat, the characters are caricatures rather than people, etc etc. Again, it’s not a bad thing to portray stories like this. But it’s important to keep in mind that we experience more than hate and romanticized depression.
Anyway, my point is is that YOI has a complex story on its own. Yuuri and Victor are people, not romanticized caricatures. They have their own problems separate from discrimination, and that’s so important in normalizing queer people and relationships. I mean, honestly, if we keep portraying queer people as “outsiders,” how are we going to get anywhere?
I was talking to my mother about this, and she made a great point: not only is the show a great step for normalizing queer relationships–especially since younger generations will be able to see it–but it’s also a wonderful blueprint of what the world could be. It’ll take time, and work, but this is a place we can get to. People can love and be themselves and hold their identities proudly instead of repressing and hiding out of fear of assault or even death.
If we don’t have a map, we’ll lose our way. YOI is a piece of the map to lead us to a better, kinder world.
This show has worth, and it means things to people, whether you think so or not. Opinions don’t change the reality.