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How Feyre’s Character Development Is Shown In The Covers Throughout The Series

I love how simply the covers of the ACOTAR series shows Feyre’s character development throughout the series. It’s mind blowing to be honest. 

You can see in ACOTAR how Feyre is standing straight. Although it could be said she’s standing upright for confidence during the last part of the novel, we know her stance could also show her complacence throughout the novel. Especially after reading the books and from the events that happens within ACOTAR. Her stance also looks stiff to an extent, showing how she is still submissive or under someone’s command. Furthermore, there is only half of her on the cover as if she’s trying to hide herself. The red in the background also indicate either her anger, loss, and/or death prior to reading the novel. The roses, obviously, fits with the title of Thorns and Roses but can also foreshadow Feyre and Tamlin’s relationship in the novel being like a rose: seemingly beautiful and sweet but, in honesty, is also harmful like the thorns of a rose. Her dress is also more conservative (?) (if you compare it to the other two in ACOMAF and ACOWAR) yet provocative (?). It covers most of her stomach and legs, showing how she was still insecure about herself and the only reasons she willingly used an outfit with a front that low is because she was either told to (although I have absolutely no judgement if she wore that willingly, she would work it just fine tbh haha). You could say her outfit is elegant (since it’s from Rhysand ofc) yet it gives off the vibe that she was made to wear it - something she is not use to given her awkward stance.

In a ACOMAF you could see how she is standing more fluidly on the side of the book. She is no longer stiff but looks more comfortable with her body. Her pose exerts confidence and strength, especially with her hand and the way it’s positioned above the wind as if she’s controlling it (which she probably is in some way if you think of Rhysand being the wind since he can fly etc., etc.). More of her is now shown on the cover as if she’s having the courage to step out of the book and show herself on the cover for what she is. Feyre’s hair blowing the way it is can show that she is in movement and could be fighting unlike her previous state in the Spring Court. Her outfit has also upgraded into more of an armour, showing that she is stronger now and fighting for herself compared to the beginning of ACOTAR when she was at the Spring Court. Furthermore, the armour could also indicate that she is working with someone else since we know from ACOTAR that the Spring Court does not have armours of the sort for females but only dresses (egh). The cover, once more, also fits with the title in accordance to the Mist and Fury part: misting is a skill Rhysand has (somewhat a foreshadow that Feyre’s mate might be Rhysand) and fury could indicate either Rhysand’s fury at the events that occurred Under the Mountain or Feyre’s fury at Tamlin showing his true self. Her tattoo on her left arm from Rhysand is also much more visible than her tattoo in the ACOTAR cover, as if she’s no longer trying to hide it like before but showing it off. The color blue is also known as reliable, calm, creative, intelligent, and maybe responsible (from a Google search I did). This foreshadows (EVEN MORE) about Feyre’s personality as we know she stopped painting for a given amount of time before starting again in the Night Court. The blue also indicates calm, intelligence, reliability and responsibility, all of the things Rhysand and Feyre are. Especially the reliability part foreshadows Feyre and Rhysand’s relationship as we know that she trusts him even though she denied it at first. The small city silhouette in the background can also show that she is in Velaris instead of the Spring Court where she only knows Tamlin’s home (palace?). 

NOW IN ACOWAR. LET ME JUST TALK ABOUT THE OUTFIT FIRST. Previously Feyre was wearing armour, as if she was an accomplice of Rhysand’s Inner Circle, working with them to take out Tamlin and Hybern. NOW, NOW IT’S A FUCKING DRESS THAT SHOWS SHE’S A HIGH LADY BUT STILL STRONG AND FIGHTING FOR HERSELF. The design (by the lovely @charliebowater ) practically exudes confidence, strength, and her ability to see what is wrong and right (especially with the eyes on her belt but that could also foreshadow Jurian since his eyeball was Amarantha’s ring). The glistening of the bottom of her dress could also represent starlight, connecting back to the Night Court and Starfall possibly. The position of her arms and the way she’s now showing off both hands and the tattoo shamelessly indicates her confidence with being a part of the Night Court and Rhysand’s Inner Circle. The way her hands are resting on her hips further proves my point of her growing confidence as she stands as if she’s ready to face anything. Also, her full body is now on the cover unlike in ACOTAR when only half of her was showing. This can be seen as her way of finally discovering and accepting her strengths and, once more, exuding confidence. She’s also holding an Illyrian blade, far different than before when she was only showing her hands in the ACOMAF cover. This shows how her abilities have furthered and that she could fight now, with a blade (cause we know her speciality is actually a bow) and with her powers (which is explained in the next sentence). The mist around her could show how her strengths in misting may be improving in the novel compared to when she was still first training with Rhysand and, maybe, her fire powers also since we can interpret this as smoke too. We already know she can control her water powers very well. The color green, after a Google search, portrays balance, harmony, nature but also envy. The balance and harmony of the green could be a foreshadowing of the ending of ACOWAR and how, possibly (hopefully, dear lord hopefully), the ending might be peace amongst Prythian once more. The nature part of the green could indicate the Spring Court and her return. However, the envy part of green, what I really think, is referred to Tamlin and his envy. I feel like he will end up finding out about Feyre being mated with Rhysand and he will be even more envious (pray to the Mother that Tamlin doesn’t do anything stupid like he already did). HER HAIR, again it’s blowing showing that everything around her might be in motion and she’s ready to take them down like she promised. The background also has mountains if you look close enough. This may be a foreshadow that Feyre and the Inner Circle may have to return to Under the Mountain once more to fix Prythian (this is making me extremely nervous). Finally, the title. Lord, Mother, I love Cassian so much please don’t let him die. The cover fits with the title of A Court of Wings and Ruin once more although not entirely: the wings part may be a foreshadowing (I’m sorry I repeat this stylistic feature so much) to, sadly, Cassian’s wings (although I still refuse, to believe it). The “ruins” part may be referring to how everything is falling apart just like the ending of the last book but, this time, it might be the actual ruin of the Spring Court and Hybern. Maybe even Under the Mountain since there are mountain silhouettes in the background. 

Well, that’s my interpretation of the covers. I felt the need to do this the moment the ACOWAR cover came out. I noticed her stance change and the way she brings herself. I couldn’t resist myself. 

I would still take you back, 8 months later and I will still fall to my knees in tears by your demand. I can not believe it, I can not make sense in my head of why I would do such a thing. I guess, I truly do love you, I want to be with you. I shouldn’t, but I do. You just seem to be right, you’re always there even when I can’t see you, I can feel you. So maybe that’s a sign, you know me, I’m always looking for signs and universal things but maybe the biggest sign is the one deep within.
—  hope

It’s time to present on what I’ve been working on the past 5 months. In my final semester I wrote my own Pen-&-Paper-Roleplay “Frostlauf”. Adventurers need a thick coat and even thicker shoes, it’s an arctic fantasy setting with snowy mountains and dark caves to explore! 

It was one hell of a work. World building, writing rules and game mechanics, writing a first campaign, test playing and making the entire book from scratch within 1 ½ months taught me a valuable lesson in time management. It’s far away from being perfect but I am nevertheless happy to have a physical copy of my brain child in my hands.

This book is not even my thesis but rather the foundation for what I’ve been working on the two months after: A concept art book with illustrations for this Pen-&-Paper-Roleplay. I am going to share the pieces with you very soon. 

Lots of stuff happend (of mostly troublesome nature, I really had some bad karma going on) but also some good news: I was accepted for the master degree course and will soon work on exciting subjects with an emphasis on creating information graphics and instructional design stuff for your future learning pleasure. :) 

So! I hope you’ll like what you’ll see very soon and thank you for sticking with me an my art in the past and in the future, I really appreciate your support (and I will always stalk every single reblog for your tags, hah!) You guys are awesome!

Of all the books that line the shelves of a Jewish library, it is the Siddur, not the Talmud and not even the Bible, that Jews know best. The prayer book is our Jewish diary of the centuries, a collection of prayers composed by generations of those who came before us, as they endeavored to express the meaning of their lives. To know the prayer book is to know our history from within. It is to be in touch with the soul of the Jewish people, as it has evolved in good times and in bad, through persecutions and Golden Ages. The Siddur is our encounter with 3,000 years of fate, condensed in a form available to the average Jew, who, today no less than yesterday, may have insufficient time and knowledge to dip deeply into Talmud, Midrash, philosophy and Kabbalah, but who can capture the essence of the Jewish spirit just by reading through the pages of our liturgy.
—  R. Lawrence A. Hoffman, My People’s Prayer Book, Vol. 1: The Sh’ma and its Blessings

neverstopwhileyoureahead  asked:

Hi my birthday is February 10, I'd like one set in college, fluffiness and in any rating. Thank you!

Originally posted by gameraboy

Happiest of birthdays to you! To celebrate in style, the always amazing @titaniasfics has written this delicious little everlark drabble, just for you! Enjoy!


The prompt asked for college!Everlark, fluffy or smutty. This one came out rated T.

Many thanks to @eala-musings for her betaing magic and @akai-echo and @everllarkingnewtina for prereading.

Happy birthday!

Katniss was absolutely positive she’d left her glasses sitting between The Aeneid and her laptop.  A cursory glance over the piles of books on the cherrywood table assured her that her glasses were most definitely not anywhere to be found. Not on the assorted tomes lining her work area, not in the middle of the notes she was taking for her Latin Literature in Translation class. Not on the chair, in her backpack, her shirt pocket or even on top of her head. In a huff, she gave a cursory scan at the stacks she’d visited, but her vision was blurry and nothing stood out at her.

Dammit, she needed those glasses!

Her problem was not the reading or note-taking - she didn’t actually need glasses to read. She had no problem whatsoever seeing what was right in front of her. But she did need her glasses to see far away, especially as she was going to meet Madge for dinner after she finished studying. She needed them most at night if she wasn’t planning on walking into poles and sides of buildings.

She slowly expelled a lungful of air, trying to calm her frustration at having arrived at this predicament. Rounding her table, she checked the floor, the trash bin, even the lamp attached to the wall. Anything that might point her in the direction of her second pair of eyes. Finally, she issued a muffled squeal of delight when she saw the very glasses she sought on another table, just a few feet down and across from her. She walked quickly, oblivious to everything around her except for her goal of reaching her missing accessory. When they were within reach, she scooped them up from the top of the book pile and, with a sigh of relief, put them on.

Yes!  Yes!

Oh, no…

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Don’t tell me to stop being sad! Do you think it is my choice to cry through out the day and into the night? I would kill to be as happy as you. More than anything, oh how I wish, I could just find peace within myself…
—  Excerpt from a book I’ll never write
The messenger boy: part 1 | Alfie Solomons

I can’t get enough of @sceawere and @collecting-stories Peaky Blinders imagines, so thank you! It inspired me to have a go at writing my own <3 

You started working for Alfie Solomons two months ago and he’d done little other than order you around. Not even personally. Ollie was his gofer and you grew tired of all his second hand information. You had your own little office in the Bakery and the door had a small, circular frosted glass pane. It was always easy to tell when Ollie’s frame filled it. He was a good lad but he seemed just as exhausted as you were with all the to-and-fro between you and Alfie. 

Ollie knocked as he always did before he stepped into your office, a pen in one hand and a book in the other. “Mr Solomons says—“ he started.

“Right.” You said abruptly as you slammed the pages of a book together on your desk. The chair that you sat in screeched when you pushed back to stand. Ollie watched you with surprise. If he thought about it, he hadn’t seen you this animated, well, ever. As you stepped in front of the boy you pulled the book from his hand. “I’ll take this.”

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Cupid's Match: Tom Riddle; Privilege | Edited

Warning(s): a tinge of sadness\

/Update: Heavily(?) edited. Most edits bolded. Read fully for best experience.\


“Father, do you have any information on this boy.” You ask your father, who was the Minister of Magic. You had a lot of privilege and no one dared messed with you. Luckily this didn’t happen often since you were a kind, dainty girl, who wants to act as an equal. “Which one dearie?” Your father questions you. “This boy named, Tom Marvolo Riddle.” You said. “Him?” You father says. “Yes, he’s in the same year as me, but is a Slytherin. Never speaks much to other houses. It’s been six years and we’ve never talked to each other even if we’re paired up to watch the halls.” You told your father.

“Hm, I’ve heard he was in an Orphanage.” Your father tells you. You inspected the photo closer, an pain appeared on your leg, you clutched your leg, while studying the photo becoming infatuated each second not paying attention to your Father’s sayings. “And he was conceived under a love potion.” Your Father said. “What does that mean?” You ask. “He can’t love.” Your Father sighed. “What a shame.” You replied. “Surely.” Your father said.

“School will start in three days and I need to get prepared. Hope you have a splendid time, Father.” You said, hugging him. “Thank you, darling, have fun.” Your Father responded, you went out and to home since you didn’t feel well. “Mistress, are you alright?” An Elf asked you. “No, get help.” You said, collapsing to the ground.


Luck was surely not on your side, as the last three days till school were wasted on home and pain. Yet, you went back to Hogwarts. “How you feel? I’ve heard what happened.” Your friend, Conner, said. “No, I’m fine. Just a little cold.” You replied. “Alright.” Conner said. “Hey, that Riddle boy keeps staring at you.” Conner pointed out, you blushed not expectingly. “Really?” You ask, you look at Tom, he sees that you are looking at him and turns the other way. “Yep.“ Conner said. “Well, I have to go to the Prefects Compartment. See you later.” You told Conner, heading out.

“Y/N!” A female Hufflepuff Prefect squealed. “Hello Kelly.” You greeted. “I’ve heard what happened Y/N, it’s all over the Daily Prophet.” Kelly responds. “Yes, I’m quite alright.” You grinned. “That’s good news, don’t you think Riddle?” Kelly asked, the curly haired, Slytherin boy. “Surely.” Tom said, looking at a spell book. You felt an odd aura, you kept a steady eye on the book he held. ‘Dark Magic Potions and Spells’, it read. You kept silent as no other Prefects came in. {“And he was conceived under a love potion.”-“He can’t love.”} Your Father’s words played through your mind. “What are you reading, Riddle?” Kelly asked, becoming curious. “A book.” Tom said.

“What kind of book?” Kelly questioned. “A bloody book!” Tom growled, standing up about to do something to Kelly. “Stop right there.” You said, pointing your wand at him. Tom looked at you and slyly grinned. “Petrifus Tot-,” “Expelliarmus!” Riddle yelled, you dodged the spell. “Get out Kelly.” You told her. “Calm down, Riddle.” You said.

“Alright.” Tom said, dropping his wand as you snatched it away. Tom sat down, the Compartment became private to the two of you until other Prefects came in. Kelly came in last, frightened. “It’s OK, Kelly.” You assured her. She sat down beside you, she kept staring at you and Riddle. Kelly eventually calmed down and fell asleep as did the other Prefects; only you and Tom Riddle stayed awake. “You’re doing Dark Magic, aren’t you?” You interrogate. “Is that your business, Miss Privileged.” Tom scowled. “I know you were and still are an orphan Riddle.” You said. “So, you have everything.” Riddle retorted. “I don’t. I don’t have a normal life nor a mother.” You told him.

“I’m not a perfect image.” You reply, staring out the window. “But you’re very powerful.” Riddle said. “Well, if you’re a descendant of Rowena Ravenclaw, I guess you do have a privilege. Ironically a Ravenclaw as well.” You respond

“Huh.” Was all Tom said, staring up and down at you. “Your Father told you that I was an orphan, correct?” Riddle quirked an eyebrow. “Yes, because you never talked to me till now and I was curious.” You responded. “Argh.” Riddle screeched. “You OK, Riddle?” You asked. “I am.” Riddle said.

Riddle pulled his shirt trying to find the source of the stinging sensation, which made you look away feeling an urge to look back, but you resisted. “What the bloody hell?” Riddle whispered. “You sure?” You asked. “I’m sure.” Riddle said. You looked back down as his shirt was down. “Riddle, you are not alright.” You pointed out. “Here, let me help.” You said. Riddle stood up, then out of no where collapsed.

“Riddle!” You whisper/yelled. You pushed his softly back onto his seat. This was just what happened to you, you fainted within a blink of an eye. You adjusted Riddle thinking of getting help, yet you helped him yourself seeing if some awakening charms would help, unfortunately none would. You studied his face, he looked peaceful asleep, his curly hair getting disheveled a bit. You snatched the book of dark magic, even though you had to report such book it stopped you from doing so. You put the book within his robes away from one’s eyes. And fell back into your seat keeping a watchful eye on the boy.


Riddle woke up by the time you all made it to Hogwarts. You kept watchful eyes on the handsome man. You finally noticed what most girls saw in him and it stunned you. The Feast had ended and you were paired with Riddle once again. “Greetings Riddle.” You said, in hopes to get another friendly conversation in play. “Call me Tom.” Riddle smiled, surprisingly which caught you’re attention with the fact of his allowance to let you call him Tom. “You’re smiling.” You said with a look of prudence. “Of course I am.” Riddle said.

“Why? Shagged a girl.” You joke. “No, I just want to.” Tom said. “OK.” You replied hesitantly. “I have a proposal, I want you to join me.” Riddle said. “Join what?” You interrogate. “To become a Death Eater.” Tom said. “A what?” You laughed. “Death Eater.” Tom growled. “Is this your little kids club or what?” You laugh a bit more. “No darling, I need you, because your powerful and will help me become stronger.” Tom said a serious tone displaying. You became scared and nervous about all this.

“No thank you, Tom.” You said politely.


“Tom, stop! This is notorious!” You yelled, you were defenseless, Tom had your wand, his pointing at you. “Tom.” You said, trying to reach out to him. “Turn around.” Tom’s lips quivered. “Do it. Kill me, Tom.” You said, knowing your fate. “Avada, Avada-,” Tom stammered. “Do it.” You whisper, closing your eyes. Silence stood in the entire room; you waited. “I can’t.” You heard, Tom held your face, “Riddle, I believed in you. A girl with a privilege, a girl that could expose you, a girl that can destroy your life. I’m not that girl to you, because Tom Riddle people can earn sentiment.” You told Tom, tears running down both your eyes.

{“He can’t love.”}

“Tom, you can’t love, I know that.” You say crushing his heart unknowingly. “But I can.” Tom said, “How?” You asked. “I-I don’t know.” Tom answered. “You can’t.” You told him. “I can. I can Y/N.” Tom tried convincing you. “Tom Marvolo Riddle, you’re one crazy boy. And I’m glad that you’ve opened as much as you wanted too to me. Now cast that spell on me, if it’ll save you.” You risked your life.

Tom’s breathe hitched, his hands loosened your face. Cupid looked at the both of few his own nerves running anxiously, this was a difficult mission for him as for in fact Tom Riddle wasn’t supposed to love, yet Cupid tried and found the right woman for him to love or at least to have a spark for. Cupid felt disappointed that Tom was going to take the chance to kill you, make you his horcrux, Cupid sadly stared at your faith giving up his faith for Tom Riddle to ever love. Then something Cupid never expected happened.

As you waited for him to cast the Unforgivable Curse your back facing him. Tom Riddle turned you around grabbing your waist bringing his lips to yours, his hands moving to your face instead clutching it like he did before, wind blew through your hair, as a beautiful silver and red aurora surrounded the both of you. You couldn’t explain the kiss it was surely something majestic. It felt genuine.

“I won’t do anything to you.” Tom said, holding you against him as his heart beated and you swore it skipped a beat.

Cupid’s PoV

I did it! The boy who couldn’t love, can. He can love now.“ Cupid stared with wide grin on his face.


SCANDAL’s RINA; “It’s me RINA” Style Book Translations Part 1 of 5 - MUSIC

Everyone who has gotten this book, thank you so much. I am SCANDAL’s drummer, RINA. The theme of this book is vintage. From music to movies to fashion etc., things that are important to RINA have all been packed within it. It’s a book that’s made from the heart, so I’ll be happy if you all could enjoy it. - Rina


‘Youth’ might be a word that’s mostly used when you’re a teenager, but I think that as long I am in this band, my youth will always been continuing. The fact that I can feel this way is probably largely due to the members. For 4 girls to come gathered together, and to always spend our time on such good terms is amazing, and I unintentionally think about it from an audience point of view at times.

About Member

The eldest, HARUNA always takes in everyone’s opinions calmly, and is a leader that judges only at the very end. To have HARUNA in the way that she is rely on me at certain times makes me extremely happy, and I think it’s nice if I could bring some relief to HARUNA. TOMOMI is a person that brings about relaxation and creates breathing space. In midst of a generally straightforward bunch of people, she also tends to throw out the odd curveball once in a while. MAMI is the band’s melody maker. She’s the most important support in terms of our music, and is the person whom widens our possibilities. The members aren’t family or friends, but they are definitely partners for whatever happens. I will support these members for who they are.

About Indies

There are probably endless memories of Osaka, I reckon. When I was a middle school student, and the other members were high school students, the 4 of us gathered together for a camp at a mansion in Osaka during our Summer holidays. We’ll practice in the studio every single day, everyone doing their own thing, then head to baths once practice is finished. We really didn’t have money, so in order to save, we’ll buy from the supermarket, and sometimes wash our clothes all at a go at the coin laundromat. It’s a Summer where be it doing the laundry, eating and living together, we were together. At that time, it was hard but we also enjoyed it. And during our indies period, we then performed street lives at Osaka-jo Park’s Ten-jo street, in front of an empty crowd that we really can’t possibly smile at (laughs). We made hand-written flyers ourselves, and tried performing and singing while dancing. We cracked our brains, wondering what we can do to make people pause in their footsteps, to be able to stand out. I think I’ll never be able to forget those times for as long as I live.

About Major Debut

I was in my 2nd year of high school when we had our major debut, “DOLL”. I was really happy to see that the dream I’d aimed for had come true. It moved me, going to the CD shop and seeing our CDs lined up there. I was so happy I nearly wanted to cry when I saw a plate that said 'SCANDAL’ hung up on the pillar. And right after our debut, we got to appear on music programmes and had many chances to widen our name, which I felt happy about, despite being busy. I can still recall clearly, the days that followed after our debut.

About Girl’s Band

I think that girl bands are the absolute best, and I’m so in love with being a part of it. 'Girls rock’ stands right next to the genre that is 'Rock’, and I think that the time that it can be naturally recognised for itself alone is coming; When it does, it’ll definitely be fun.

About Live

Lives are places where you’re able to see the band’s spirit and true abilities. I think that bands are the coolest when they’re giving lives, and if one doesn’t perform lives, there will surely be parts about them that you can’t understand. From the choice of the venue, to the components that make the live, to being able to convey themselves through MCs, all those make up the band’s spirit. It is lastly also a place where you can display your powers, when you use words and convey what you wish to say to your audience. From now on, I suppose my stance about making lives central of our activities will never change.

About Listeners

They seem different from the members or family, but they also hold a special spot. A relationship between the listener and a band can’t be placed specifically. Whenever I’m writing songs or answering at interviews, the listeners would pop up in my head often. That’s why, I’m always thinking of everyone. From honestly having zero in the audience during our street lives, to tens of thousands of people today, everyone’s presence brings us confidence and praise. For myself, I think I’m probably the type that won’t continue on with the band if we had no listeners. All of our fans are our power.

About Drums

As I thought of 'Wanting to continue on in the band as this member’, it’s been 10 years by the time I realised. I don’t think just by drumming is all of it, and I did it in my own way to a satisfactory point, coupled with fashion and hair and make-up. In response to that, I bet there are those who come for our lives and got to know me (because of everything). I’m glad that I became a drummer on my own terms. The drums aren’t just an instrument that is cool. Not only is it a instrument that girls can play, but there are also all kinds of drummers, and I’ll be glad to be able to know more.

About 10 Years

When the band was made, we were so hell-bent on making it work every single day, that we never had the time to imagine what it’ll be like 10 years later. After our debut, we’d been touring every year, and I always thought how much I’ll like for this to keep continuing on for a long time. In the band’s 10th year since formation, it felt like we’ve hit our very first point. Not only are we feeling the weight of the number “10”, but it also seems that we’ll be doing this for a long time to come.

About Composition

When I am making songs, it’s often that I start from writing the lyrics. When both the lyrics and melody come up in my head at the same time, I’ll make the demo using my synthesizer and electric drums. I’ll connect my electric drums to the synthesizer, and the synthesizer will add on to what I play on the drums, producing data. Afterwards, I’ll add in chords via the keyboard for the guitar and bass, then send my complete song demo to the members. When the melody doesn’t come, I’ll send my lyrics to MAMI. We’ll talk about it, and I’ll then leave the melody in her hands. Often, when it hits, I’ll make a memo of it to go back to later, and when I think 'Seems like it’ll come to me tonight’, I’ll write a song. When it feels like I can do it, I’ll gradually be able to. How many times that has happened…is a secret (laughs).

About Overseas

Whenever we go overseas to all sorts of countries, I am both shocked and happy, to know that we have this many people asking for us. In the 10 years that the band was formed, I’m able to feel the huge possibilities of every generation and will come to think, we can still do this, there are still things we want to accomplish, and things we can do. That’s because there are people who want to see us live. That’s why, it’s not so much about something special, such as 'Let’s advance into the world!“ No matter which country they’re from, our fans are all our friends. To be able to go to where there are people waiting for us, to do lives, that’s all there is to it.

About Now

Music has became the core to my being after all. Even when I’m having fun, and even when it looks like it’s unrelated to music at first look, it’s always connected. Even when I’m watching variety programme, for example, I’ll think about thing like how great that talk atmosphere was, or I’ll like to create such an atmosphere for our lives. After watching movies, it also evokes me to write music. Everything is related to music. Of course, I also enjoy listening to music in my private time. I often check out new songs on the radio, and recently, I think the Spanish girl band, HiNDS is pretty cool! From now onwards, I’ll simply like us 4 to use good songs to create good lives, and it’ll be nice if we can always keep going on like this. Also, as a band, I’ll like for us to be more exposed, and to take in all kinds of interesting things. We also have our own original shop called 'Feedback!’ in Shibuya, and we’ll also like to continue thinking of new ways where we can bring enjoyment to everyone.

Translations & photos by fyscandalband. To purchase, click HERE. For my "It’s me RINA” tag, click HERE. As I’ll only translate what piques my interest, this is only most of the interview and not a full translation. More to come.

I don’t understand where this fandom mentality comes from that everyone has to like all the characters within a book/series/movie? And people start fighting you if you don’t like one character to the same extent as they do?

Like, be happy that people enjoy their favourite character (or ship). That they are so inspired by them that they write fanfic, draw fanart or develop headcanons for them. They share their love and you can do the same with your favourite characters - that’s the point of fandom.

But attacking other fans because they don’t include every single character for reasons that they are entirely their own? It doesn’t matter if you agree or not. Everyone has preferences and they are allowed to have them.

Seriously, since “Winter” was released, this fandom has become a minefield.
And I don’t mean that the character of Winter changed it, but it’s the tone of the discussions. It’s not so much about respectful, informative discussions anymore. It’s gotten nasty with a few people insulting and bullying other fans for their preferences with a self-righteousness that is seriously uncalled for.

Because now, if you don’t include a certain character, you are called out for whatever inane reason. I once got the question once why I didn’t include a certain ship for a story idea I had. Why is that any of their concern? It’s my story idea, either you like it or not but I’m not playing character bingo and include everyone just because the fandom thinks I have to because they are in the original story. That’s what fanfic is for, to expand on the characters you love, maybe all of them or just one of them, but that isn’t anyone’s business. If I see a story tagged with Character X, I’m not asking the author, “hey, where’s Character Y?” That story isn’t for me, so I move on to stories that are.

Because here’s the thing: No one owes you anything.

No one has to write a fic you enjoy.

No one has to draw a fanart that you can reblog.

No one has to spend their time of the day on characters they don’t like just because they feel pressured to do so.

But: Everyone deserves respect. Or, at least, just because someone has a different opinion, it doesn’t give you the right to insult them. Opinions are not facts.

You don’t have to agree with someone but it’s not too much to ask to treat them with a minimum of respect. Especially over something as personal and random as favourite characters/ships.

For next year, I do hope we leave this kind of mentality behind us, so people can resume creating content they enjoy for people who appreciate it, without being attacked for not doing it as some people might see fit. I’m not naive, I know there will always be drama and shipper wars or whatever. But this year, it was no fun being in the TLC fandom. And I say this especially in regard to the TLC shipweeks.

The creators of shipweeks are putting a lot of effort into it. The fans are putting a lot of effort into their work, too. So, if you are not happy that your character/ship/brotp isn’t as included as much as you would like, create your own content. Spread the love. But respect other people’s choices.

And for every other fan: Just have lots of fun with TLC, with your favourite characters and ships and don’t let anyone tell you that you aren’t allowed to.

He dipped his pen into my soul and wrote a sonnet from the beauty he found within. The book he created was one that flourished with every page he filled with poetry our bodies created together. A hymn he writes of what I cry into his ear, a song he weaves with every tantalizing promise he makes.

Every bit of me hungers, and I am a voracious creature made of sunlight and fire. I burn the pages he marks with kisses.

And all be does is laugh, quench me, and write us anew.