My name is Annie Claire Sawyer and two years ago I died. But in so many ways, that’s when my life began. In the company of horrors, I learnt about friendship and loyalty, sacrifice and courage. Humanity isn’t a species, it’s a state of mind. It can’t be defeated - it moves mountains, it saves souls. We were blessed as much as we were cursed. In this little enclave of the lost, I witnessed the very best of being human.
My first try at digitally coloring an ink drawing.
Backstory: I drew this last year on the plane to London from America. I went to the Being Human panel at London Comic Con and long story short, I gave drawings to all three main cast members. The whole story is a brilliant life hack, but I won’t bore you.
Another reason why I love Being Human is how it writes its male characters.
I’ve never seen a show where men cry so often and so openly, and aren’t judged or looked down on for it. There aren’t really any truly “macho” men in Being Human who aren’t caricatures or predatory (Tully and Saul, in particular). George is high strung, emotional, cooks, and takes on a lot of domestic responsibilities, but he’s also killed people, has aggressive tendencies, and has some misogynistic moments.
Mitchell is much more of a stereotypical guy, but he’s sensitive, emotional, loves kids, and is incredibly awkward around women for a guy who oozes masculine confidence and good looks.
Tom learned a lot of outdated, chivalric views of women from McNair, but he’s harmless, clueless, and just wants to treat women how they want to be treated.
And Hal…Hal is Hal.
And of course, there’s Gilbert, who’s celibate (although I see him as asexual), and falls in love with Annie in a pure and honest way, without any expectation that she should love him back. Gilbert, the ultimate nice guy who cares more about loving Annie than her love for him.
The male characters are all well rounded and developed, and not at the expense of the women in the show. And they’re allowed to have feelings and fears and complex emotions and reactions to the world around them.
George + Mitchell: happy moments, requested by at-hobbiton
“I had a friend, a good friend, called Mitchell. He was a vampire, but ignored the traditional rivalry between our groups and opted instead for the crazy idea of just seeing me as a man called George. We had each others backs. And for awhile we were happy. Good friends can be as strong as family. And they can be as bad as family. They can mess you up and let you down and drive you insane. But you have to keep trying, you have to keep trusting … All the same, I hope you find a friend as good as Mitchell.”