you know I know it’s not fucking profitable for people to study certain degrees over others, but that doesn’t mean you should shit on people for studying what they love.
Furthermore you shouldn’t talk down to little kids saying they want to be a graphic designer, or a film maker, or an actor, or a musician, or whatever else you deem useless to society, because it’s not profitable in our sociopolitical systems. They have interests, and it doesn’t matter whether or not they’ll succeed on a global scale, that’s irrelevant, they don’t have to be groundbreaking to do what they want to do.
Money is not the fucking point, the point is the kid wants to do something the kid enjoys and is proud and excited about. Encourage children in most anything they’re interested in, as a matter of fact encourage most everyone to do shit they love within basic moral reasoning.
If a person isn’t immediately good at mathematics, physics, or even graphic designing, that doesn’t fucking mean you should shit on them and tell them to give up.
Encourage passions, passions and joy keep people alive. Interests go beyond money, because you can’t really use money if you’re fucking dead due to you feeling like a failure and never did what you truly loved.
You have no idea how successful a child or an adult is going to be in what they’re trying to learn about and do, stop fucking betting against them and maybe they’ll be more confident to improve their lives and the lives of others around them.
And again, people don’t have to be groundbreaking savants to do shit they like.
[and im literally actually a fucking poor person so don’t even act like I’m spouting some bourgeois propaganda tellin people to stay poor, i aint. i’m saying people should be allowed to enjoy things]
The one where Andrew and Neil have their first official date( On Valentine’s Day no less. Blame Allison.)
“So, what did you get your monster for Valentine’s Day?” Allison asks, as she idly types away at her phone.
Anger bubbles up in Neil, “Allison, he’s not—“ he begins, but gets cut off by her.
“Sorry, I meant to say Andrew, your boyfriend.
What did you get him for Valentine’s Day?” she gives a quick glance up
at Neil, whose face appears slightly flushed at the remark. A smirk
forms on her lips, “Don’t try and deny that. I won’t let you.”
sighs and runs a hand through his hair, “Nothing. Why would I?” At
those words, Allison stops typing away on her phone and sets it down
next to her. She arches a brow at Neil, “What do you mean ‘nothing,’
it’s Valentine’s Day, Neil. That one day of the year specifically
designated by capitalism to celebrate your love with your partner. Which
is Andrew, in your case.”
Love. He lets the word wash
over him. He doesn’t know if that’s the word he’d use. It’s a word too
overused all around him but too underused in his own life for it to mean
anything to him. He doesn’t think any word is fit to describe what he
and Andrew have and yet—
“There’s a summer palace in Ios outside the capital. My mother designed the gardens there. They say it’s built on Artesian foundations.” He thought of the meandering walks, the delicate, flowering southern orchids, the sprays of orange blossom. “It’s cool in summer, and there are fountains, and tracks for riding.”
“When all this is over… we could take horses and stay a week in the palace.” After a moment, Laurent said, softly,
“I’d like that” (Pacat, Kings Rising, pg. 243-244).
This sketch/painting was based on the imagery from the end of chapter 14. The background nearly killed me, but overall, I really enjoyed doing this.
Ahhh sweet, sweet bbies<333I think the next time I draw them, I’ll do chibis~