Today I want this big family to put
all the drama, the bad thoughts and everything that has happened lately aside
and celebrate 10 years of great music, of memorable moments, of 4 exceptional
men who have taught us how to be ourselves and believe in ourselves.
10 years represent a lot to any
other artists, especially for a band that has always been criticized for appearances
and sounds. Those people have not seen four beautiful souls, perfectionists I
could say, who are just normal humans after all and who many others would look
up to. A majority of people believed they would not last long. And look at them
now, shining and doing what they love, because they had a dream. We have watched them grow up and we also have. There is nothing more beautiful than this.
Words are nothing compared to feelings
at the moment. Be happy for being by their side, support them no matter what
they do (once you have enlisted with them, there should not be a way back!),
respect them, send them lots of love because they deserve it so much, they
should drown in it, celebrate it hard and be proud of Tokio Hotel.
A series of photographic works titled ‘A Woman’s Work is Never Done’. Using my own hand as a base material, I considered it a canvas upon which I stitched into the top layer of skin using thread to create the appearance of an incredibly work worn hand. By using the technique of embroidery, which is traditionally employed to represent femininity and applying it to the expression of its opposite, I hope to challenge the pre-conceived notion that 'women’s work’ is light and easy. Aiming to represent the effects of hard work arising from employment in low paid 'ancillary’ jobs, such as cleaning, caring and catering, all traditionally considered to be 'women’s work’.
Some viewers consider the piece to be a feminist protest, for me it’s about human value. After all, there are many men employed in caring, catering, cleaning etc… all jobs traditionally considered to be 'women’s work’. Such work is invisible in the larger society, with 'A woman’s work’ I aim to represent it.
I was doodling and end with this small story about how the overconfident demon Jasper becomes Lapis property [At least while her horn grows back, I do not know]. Maybe Lapis is not a human after all, maybe is a nephilim?
I’m not frequently one to do trans headcanons. Lately transRythian has caught my heart, and while I still prefer a cisRythian, I have fun from time to time with the idea of him being gynomorphic. And, less frequently, I will think about transDuncan as well.
But the idea of transDuncan brings up an idea which hadn’t really occured to me before today, but is really, really obvious in hindsight.
Two different possible paths spring to mind quickly.
(Cut for wow this discussion is not coming from a place of sensitivity.)
In 2015 BAFTA wanted to captured the timeless glamour and huge anticipation of its prestigious annual film awards.
We conceived a concept called ‘The Big Reveal’ to both evoke and ramp up anticipation for a night that’s full of big reveals: stars stepping into the spotlight, flashbulbs in the darkness, winners drawn from envelopes…
ok but can people please stop talking about boys’ sexuality and relationships? it doesn’t really matter if they are in a relationship or not or if they’re bi or gay, now does it? we should still support them and love them the same. if they are in a relationship im sure they will tell us eventually and we should be happy for them even if you dont like their partner. and we all know thats going to happen anyway. they are human after all, they have feelings just like us and they are normal people. we should just leave their personal lives alone and focus on their music instead.
I love Mark because he taught me to laugh again. He taught me not to be so fearful of the things I used to be so scared of. He taught me that there’s nothing wrong with creativity. He taught me that there is still something worth living for. He taught me that there is always light somewhere and that, sometimes, you need to do a bit of searching to find it. He taught me that life is tough sometimes and everything will seem to be going wrong, but you can’t let it beat you or get you down. He taught me it’s okay to lay back and take a break. He taught me that it’s okay to fail; I’m only human, after all. He taught me to reach for better days.
He taught me that I’m important and loved and believed in.