i just have many feelings about these two

anonymous asked:

I would -politely- disagree to your previous post about biromantic and homosexual. Though many people have different interpretations; Biromantic: Romantic* attraction to two or more genders Homosexual: Sexual* Attraction to the opposite gender By definition it would be completely correct to the user(say female in this case) if they held romantic feelings to males and females but held only sexual feelings towards females only. I hope I didn't seem offensive, I just wanted to put across this view.

the split attraction model can be very damaging when used for people who aren’t aro or ace. it’s often the result of internalized homophobia and can encourage that. it also sexualizes being gay.

I just can’t get over how healthy rapunzel and eugene’s relationship is in before ever after ??????

  • eugene being 100% open about his feelings with no hesitation. little boys seeing this swashbuckling hero being emotionally vulnerable is so important.
  • both of them admitting when they’re wrong without making excuses. they explain themselves for communication purposes, but they don’t hesitate to apologize and mean it.
  • just the pure trust between the two of them and the fact that rapunzel wanted to tell eugene everything and only didn’t to protect cassandra and respect her privacy
  • and she doesn’t get mad at eugene for wanting to know what’s going on!! she knows he cares and she doesn’t make him feel guilty for that, she just thanks him for understanding and asks him to be patient with her
  • eugene!!! not pushing her even though it bothers him that she won’t tell him!!! he tells her that it bothers him but he still doesn’t blame her, he doesn’t try to guilt her into it. he explains how he feels but he insists that it’s okay for her to take her time.
  • just how much they communicate with each other in general??? all their “this is how I feel” conversations when so many fictional relationships are built on lack of communication for conflict????
  • “you’re my best friend”
  • EUGENE JUST BRINGS HER A CUPCAKE
  • they just want each other to be happy and have everything they want and i’m cryin

i just love that kids get to see this supportive and healthy relationship where they communicate with each other instead of two people who fight all the time for comedy like I see in so many shows ???? it’s so good and important bye

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ad a s t r a per a s p e r a // from hardships to the stars

quotes from the signs of how they view themselves and their signs

aries: “I’m opinionated and when something intrigues me or is brought to my attention I really like to research it and learn about it so I’m like super great to come to for advice. I can be really aggressive in a way like not physically but emotionally and I’m reckless. I like to have fun”

taurus: “umm im really closed off n not many people know the REAL me like no one really knows the inside me u know like i dont share my feels n like im really loving n caring n emotional n i can be kinda dramatic but like cancers overshadow us”

gemini: “well i think there are definitely ~two sides of me~ but i think it’s like that for everyone”

cancer: “the stereotype about us being like huge crybabies isn’t entirely true like i think i’m just as emotional as the next person but i feel like cancers are a lot stronger than people believe they are and we’re problem solvers too even though people generally see us as problem creators. i don’t think i’ve ever met a cancer that didn’t have a huge heart yknow like i’m super loving and caring and i think that more than being like crybaby emotional we’re lovey dovey emotional. great at giving advice bc we’re super logical and parental. of all the signs i’d say we’re the most similar to lawyers. we also talk a lot”

leo: “i say i don’t care what people think of me but i really do, i hate making other people upset idontknow anymore i was trying to be inspiring for you but that’s all i got”

virgo: “i pay attention to every single detail about anyone and everyone. i have very good sense of judgement and truth. i’m very hard on myself, very insecure. i think very logically and cautiously. i dont even know much more i see of myself, but i’ll tell you one thing, the most important, virgos love. they love so fucking hard. i’d say more than anyone else. I WAS GONNA MAKE IT REALLY GOOD AND LONG AND MEANINGFUL BUT I HAVE TO PEE SO BAD I WAS HOLDING IT WHILE THINKING”

libra: “Smart funny but indecisive as hell cant make up their own mind if their life depended on it. Generally very good hearted people and there for others. Not easily discouraged but can get lazy easily and unfocused from the task at hand. Aesthetic sign in love with all that is beautiful and pleasing to see and feel.”

scorpio: “uhh I really want to be loved and accepted and I think that’s why I’m really sexually driven like I give the people what they want in exchange for what I want”

sagittarius: “idk i don’t really care about anything like i’m laid back but i also care a lot about everything??? if you make me mad i can be really like cold towards you and i’ll make it known that i’m upset. i’m loving and caring and i protect the ones i love”

capricorn: “Capricorns are definitely hard workers and very goal oriented and do things that they set their minds too like everyone says but I also think many capricorns are sensitive and parental but also children at heart”

aquarius: “i like to be alone but in the presence of people i’m kinda backwards idk i’m shy but with close friends i am a lunatic also why is aquarius an AIR SIGN LIKE THE LOGO FOR IT IS LITERALLY TWO WAVES WHY ISN’T IT WATER LIKE AQUA-RIUS HELLO”

pisces: “I guess I’m funny. I care for people a lot but when it comes to them needing help, idk how to help bc I’m a piece of shit! But I’m a pretty good listener. In relationships I think I’m a pretty good partner bc I give it my all but I can be a piece of shit.”

No, but what about Grantaire carrying a pile of post-it notes with him all the time?

Everything starts in university where he uses the small notes to remind himself of important stuff (hand F*cking Paper of Hell in on thursday, ABC meeting @ 5, don’t forget to call éponine, What is DADA? Nothing), and when he’s bored he absently adds some quick doodles. His notebook fills with them and the door of his room and his pockets and then every flat surface he comes across because slowly he’s running out of places where to put all the little paper squares.

Les Amis are probably annoyed at first (“Oh, for Heaven’s sake, R, my laptop doesn’t need a reminder that you’ve got a dentist appointment next week.” “Why is there a drawing of a Dalek stealing the Mona Lisa on my bag? R, what exactly have you done at the Louvre today?”) but when finals come around and they find sarcastic, but strangely encouraging post-its all over their things (sure thing that the world needs good doctors to drag humanity from its eternal misère and yes there are a lot of great candidates for the job but only few are able to sneeze their own name at the same time maybe you’ll stand a chance) they stop to call him out on it.

Well, everyone except Enjolras who thinks them a violation of probably every single paragraph of the Geneva Convention because he won’t admit they’re actually kinda cute.

So, the thing is, Grantaire never really gives up on that habit even after graduating. His flat is covered in post-its: quick sketches, shopping lists, song-lyrics, the name of that particular brand of actual good pencils, a lot of cynical quotes: I like my coffee how I like myself: dark, bitter and too hot for you. The thing is, Les Amis never stop finding them at the most unusual places: a tiny superhero-version of Joly on his doorbell the day after a particularly bad panic attack, weird foreign linguistic expressions smuggled into Combeferre’s bookshelf (fare la gatta morta (Italian) = do the dead cat = play dumb), a list of Poké Stops for Gavroche, poetry for Jehan (and from Jehan for everyone else).

The thing is, Grantaire doesn’t stop being the Bitter Ball of Biting Remarks in the corner of the room, but the post-its are a glance at his soft, human side, a reminder to the others that he cares even if he shows it in a weird way.

The thing is, that with every little note, there also comes a piece of Grantaire himself.

(He’s too drunk one night, too alone, too far gone; and the next day he wakes up with paper squares glued to his face and ink stains on his hands, angry sketches, nightmares drawn with sharp lines, the word Why scribbled on hundreds of post-its in his own, messy handwriting, and he darkly remembers a phone call and a pleading voice—a mother, a sister, a friend? Wild thoughts of his father cross his mind, shouts, voices that are too close and too loud—“You are worth nothing … You don’t believe in anything …” and suddenly there’s a picture of Enjolras, eyes afire with righteous fury and it hurts to look, to think, to be. Why, why, why, why, he curses, and stumbles into the bathroom to throw up and when Éponine finds him passed out on the cold floor tiles, she doesn’t say a word about the mess in his living room, instead she sticks a note to his forehead that reads it’s okay not to be okay and she doesn’t smile but she’s there and that helps immensely. Later, when he’s sobered up again, she gets a thank-you post-it from his fridge door: Princess? No, Bitch Queen.)

And then, of course, there’s Enjolras. Why-the-hell-are-you-doing-this-Enjolras. What-is-even-the-point-in-these-stupid-notes-Enjolras. Are-you-trying-to-kill-the-rainforest-with-your-excessive-waste-of-paper-Enjolras. NO-MORE-POST-IT-NOTES-DURING-MEETINGS-I-SAY-IT-ONE-LAST-TIME-Enjolras.

Enjolras, who, suddenly, starts finding little messages everywhere.

Stop banging your head against walls that are too big for you on his door after a protest that ends with quality time in a jail cell for one night.

It’s really a shame you weren’t born 200 years earlier, you’d cut a good figure amidst the shouting of liberté, egalité, fraternité and waving a banner of freedom on top of the barricade in his notebook, complete with a surprisingly accurate caricature of tiny Enjolras standing up for the right to be free.

Let’s go save a puppy today on a flyer of an animal shelter in his mail.

Where—where slept thine ire / When like a blank idiot I put on thy wreath / Thy laurel, thy glory / The light of thy story / Or was I a worm—too low crawling for death? (John Keats, Hymn to Apollo) in his coat pocket.

And then one day, on a cold, cold night in January: You can’t right every wrong on a lamp post in front of the Musain, a circle of thin light, the sky a cerulean blanket over the city.

A few metres down the street, on another lamp post, the next one: Not every wrong wants to be righted.

Not far away, a third: Some things are flawed and imperfect and that is all right.

Curiosity woken, Enjolras huddles deeper into his scarf and stuffs his gloved hands in his pockets, following a line of familiar post-it-notes into the night, like breadcrumbs out of a fairy tale. They are everywhere; on lamp posts, street signs, brick walls, trees—leading him, what he soon realises, back to his own house, back home.

I tell you a secret, Apollo: I am one of these imperfect things.

You once said I wouldn’t believe in anything, but I do. I do believe in something.

Turn left on that corner.

Just kidding, turn RIGHT, we’re going the other way. Look, down there is the coffee shop you like.

Courfeyrac once told me about your overly specialised coffee order and I just have to ask you a question: what the actual hell is wrong with you? Are you trying to traumatise these poor bastards behind the counter? Black coffee, strong enough to destroy entire planets, is the only true way of drinking coffee. No soy-milk-hazel-nut-caramel-shit and whatever ritual sacrifice they need to make in order to please you.

You’re scowling right now. Is it weird to confess that I think your scowl is kinda hot? You know, in the Fight-me-I’m-a-badass-pirate kind of way.

I tell you another secret, Apollo: sometimes it hurts to look at you.

You’re the blinding sun in a chaotic solar system, you and all your righteousness fury, your plans, your ideals, your dreams. You and your courage, your anger, your determination. Your craving for change. Your belief. You hurled into existence in a white-hot explosion and you won’t stop burning, burning, burning.

I’m the aimlessly floating asteroid in the dark, the one who stumbles and collides and gets hurt and laughs away his fears. I am the realist. I was born as a side effect, the remains of a crushed world. I have seen destruction too often to simply believe rebuilding the things that were is enough. So much damage runs deeper.

Apollo.

We’re almost there.

Enjolras looks up, the last note gently held between gloved fingers. Sure enough, there’s his street. The bakery, the book store, the dark café. Two more lamp posts, two more post-its. A dark figure leaning against the entrance of his building, waiting, expectant. He knows the unruly curls, the stubborn eyes, the knitted beanie.

He steps closer.

A third secret for you, Apollo.

His breath draws silver-white clouds into the cold night-air.

Grantaire’s eyes don’t leave him, vibrant in the dark.

Another step. Closer, closer to home.

The thing I believe in is—

It’s the last post-it and he takes it with care.

They stand there, filled with silence, and look at each other. Grantaire arches a single eyebrow and slowly, very slowly, uncurls his crossed arms. Enjolras closes his eyes and feels a smile warming up his cheeks, light-headed, affectionate, wonderful.

He feels like falling, like floating, like flying—like music, like poetry, like drums echoing the sound of his fluttering heartbeat.

A post-it note on Grantaire’s chest, right over his heart.

A single word, a confession, a promise.

you.

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Maybe a relationship is just two idiots who don’t know a damn thing except the fact that they’re willing to figure it out together.

its canon that nico is insecure about his feelings and can’t express them the best sometimes. in fact, i think that when he finally felt brave enough to tell will, he wanted it to be as vague as possible, just a very hushed ti amo–and of course, it was in italian.

maybe it was in some of those quiet moments they shared. like right before they dozed off to sleep in the hades cabin or during one of their comforting hugs. maybe he just sighed it one day after a dangerous mission or mouthed it into wills hair when they were just giggling and laying in the strawberry fields.

either way, it was quiet and gentle and so absolutely genuine and will heard it and understood it no matter the way nico said it. and maybe will knew that he’d said it quietly for a reason, and so will said it back, not by words but by holding him closer

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okay okay okay. i’m not even sure what to say about this animatic by P Holstwiik on youtube because it is so fantastic you just have to see it. please witness the beauty. so much work and time and effort went into this, i can’t believe how fortunate i am to see this with my own two eyes. the colors! the music! the emotions! the feels! 

this is what we’re talking about when we say we’re accepting multimedia submissions for issue two! there is a huge creative space to explore and so many mediums to try — and we want to encourage more beautiful awesome work like this!

if you have not seen this yet, please see this now and leave comments to the creator! thank you OP, and to everyone else, please enjoy and be inspired!

the rogue one squad built a rebellion on hope, and when they couldn’t carry that hope anymore because their chances were spent, luke, leia, and han brought it to the finish line. luke didn’t “get all the glory;” he had that greatness thrust upon him in the cruelest way possible: he lost his two parental figures, and he lost obi-wan (another paternal figure) in a short span of time. but he never gave up. he easily could have, but he knew that he’d fall down a hole he’d never be able to crawl out of. he never hardened; he was never resentful of his sensitivity, even though many predicted it would be his “undoing.” he turned it into a strength instead, and i think that’s a really beautiful way to write a character. the rogue one squad would be proud of him.

as the elevator door closes, for a moment the chaos surrounding them seems to stop. 

in the flickering light, jyn and cassian search each other’s eyes for comfort.

jyn decides to move closer, her arms now draped around cassian’s neck. he is badly injured. face to face and heart to heart, they both silently contemplate the fate that awaits them. 

cassian draws jyn still closer, they are now just inches apart. flashes of a future together in his mind, alongside the realization that there’s no time for that anymore. jyn gazes back knowingly. they continue to support each other, connected, their hearts beating in sync. both wanting to say so much, but understanding that all they have is this present moment together right now.

maybe that is enough.

i’m not used to people sticking around when things go bad // welcome home

Sometimes I doubt if I could be anything for you
can’t stomach these feelings
that are floating around for you
I’ve tried many ways to rid of this love
I have in my heart for you
only because you can’t seem to feel the same too
I’ve been writing poems about you for two years now
hopeless in love and all I can feel is foolish
can’t even talk to you the same just to mask the fact
that I’m in love with you, but I know my eyes are 101 loveproof
I see couples together all around me
and my mind betrays me for a moment and I’m consumed
with thoughts of the possibility that we could be
and you loving me could finally become true
You catch my eye, but I look down and pretend it didn’t happen
the way your dimples deepen give me the impression
that you could be feeling me
But then I see you hugged up with your girlfriend
and the thought of you liking me turns into a fantasy


I secretly catch you staring at me closely or from afar
have me wondering whether you find me beautiful
or if you’re simply just dozing off
I’m just lost––but, probably not I’m not the type to drop jaws
just the type to make you laugh
our relationship remaining platonic
and all you’ll have of me are friendly, wholesome thoughts
Where in my right mind did I come up
with the notion that you might love me more than a best friend?
But that bit of hope keeps me thinking:
is that really how everything will end?
I have no idea, but only time will tell
and though I think I don’t deserve it
I’m blessed that the Lord has left you in my life still
Although I know you can’t just be best friends
with someone you’re in love with
I hope that it’ll just be a matter of time
that you will be mine

—  he’s not mine

GOD I’M SO EMOTIONAL ABOUT TONIGHT!!

  • Watching Robert’s eyes literally light up at the thought of bribing someone while milking Rebecca for more money!! THAT’S MY TRASHY BABY!!!
  • OMG Aaron’s excuse for being dressed like a burglar “IT’S COLD!” LMAO!!
  • And Chas didn’t even try to interrogate Aaron like she normally would have bc SHE KNOWS HE’S HAPPY AND IN A GOOD PLACE SO SHE COULDN’T EVEN IMAGINE HIM DOING SOMETHING BAD!! THEY’VE COME SO FAR!! I’M CRYING!! 
  • AARON HAS LITERALLY GOT TO BE THE FITTEST BURGLAR EVER!! ONLY HE CAN ROCK ALL BLACK LIKE THAT!!!
  • Robert being his smug, arrogant self with Rebecca!! GOD I LOVE HIM!!
  • ROBERT TRYING TO GET AS MUCH MONEY OUT OF REBECCA AS POSSIBLE TO GIVE TO AARON SO THEY CAN BUY THE MILL!! ROBERT LITERALLY WANTING HER PAY FOR HIS HOME WITH AARON!! I’M SCREAMING!!!
  • AARON INITIATING A HUG WITH HIS MUM!! THE GUY WHO USUALLY SHIES AWAY FROM SUCH THINGS!! THAT WAS THE CUTEST THING EVER!!
  • CHAS SAYING SHE IS PROUD OF AARON!! 
  • AND AARON SAYING “I LOVE YOU” TO CHAS!!! THAT WAS SO EMOTIONAL!! NO MATTER WHAT HAPPENS THEY LOVE EACH OTHER SO MUCH!!
  • Aaron was SO good at bullshitting Rebecca about the burglary!! ROBERT MUST BE SO PROUD!!
  • “BECAUSE I’LL LOSE MY SISTER” - Aaron’s not even worried about himself he’s more concerned about Liv!!! He’s so selfless!!
  • Aaron actually being so strong and opening up to Rebecca about his abuse!! GOD HE IS SO BRAVE AND I JUST WANTED TO HUG HIM!!!
  • Aaron not wanting Rebecca pressuring him into telling Robert about him breaking into Home Farm!! He doesn’t want to disappoint the person he loves the most!! Ugh my heart!!!
  • REBECCA TELLING AARON HOW ROBERT HAS TOLD HER NO ONE ELSE COMES CLOSE TO AARON!!! IT WAS LIKE IT FINALLY HIT AARON THAT ROBERT REALLY ONLY WANTS HIM!!! I’M SO EMOTIONAL!!!
  • AARON ACTUALLY BUYING THE MILL SO HIM, ROBERT AND LIV CAN FINALLY BE A PROPER LITTLE FAMILY!!!
  • AARON LOOKED SO HAPPY WHEN HE WAS TELLING THEM HE HAD BOUGHT THEM A HOME!! THIS WAS SO PERFECT!!
  • LIV ALMOST HUGGING ROBERT BC SHE WAS SO EXCITED WAS SO CUTE!! DEEP DOWN SHE DOES LOVE HIM SHE REALLY DOES!!
  • Robert instantly knew Aaron was lying and hadn’t just changed his mind about buying the Mill!! HE KNOWS AARON BETTER THAN ANYONE!!!
  • AARON NOT WANTING TO ADMIT HE’D BROKEN INTO HOME FARM!! HE FELT SO BAD ABOUT IT!!!
  • AND ROBERT’S FACE WHEN AARON TOLD HIM!! IT WAS SO CLEAR HE WAS ANGRY AT AARON FOR BEING SO STUPID AND FOR RISKING HIS FREEDOM!! ROBERT DOESN’T WANT TO LOSE AARON!!
  • ROBERT ACTUALLY ADMITTING THAT HE LOVES AARON’S BAD BOY WAYS!! HE’S SO IN LOVE WITH HIS SCRUFFY THUG IT’S INSANE!!
  • THEY WERE ALL SO FREAKING HAPPY CELEBRATING BUYING THE MILL!!! SUCH A PERFECT LITTLE FAMILY!! I’M CRYING!! 
  • AND AARON WAS EVEN ENCOURAGING ROBERT TO GO TALK BUSINESS WITH REBECCA BC NOW HE FINALLY REALISES THAT WHEN ROBERT SAYS NO ONE ELSE COMES CLOSE HE TRULY MEANS IT!!!
  • THERE IS LITERALLY NOTHING THESE TWO CANNOT OVERCOME BC THEY’RE SO IN LOVE!!! SOMEONE PINCH ME IT’S JUST SO BEAUTIFUL!!!

anonymous asked:

Forget about the commander can't have a family thing. How would you headcanon Clarke and Lexa having a child?

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Ok. So, first thing first, they would totally adopt one. Yeah, they could have Abby perform some sort of IVF, but I just don’t see it for them. It’s way more likely that they would take a child in instead, an orphan. A little girl? Let’s go with a little girl for this. 

It would come after MANY discussions about this particular matter, because these two have so many issues. Lexa would be terrified because no Commander before her had a family, it was simply something unthinkable, so she is worried that being a mother simply won’t work with her being also the Commander. Also, we know that Lexa has problems with feelings: she was raised to believe that love is a weakness, and even if she never truly believed that and learned that love is strength, that’s still years of conditioning, and i feel one of her fears would be that she’d be too cold with her child. Clarke on the other hand would be scared to be too “messed up” to be a mother. So as I said, it would take a while for them to decide. But once on board… damn these two would be the most loving parents.

So…. random headcanons?

  • Lexa is the playful one. She has to be so strict and rigid and serious all the time because of her duties. There’s always something to worry about, something to stress over, something that fills her mind with concern at best, with anger and sorrow at worst. She doesn’t want that to taint the time she spends with her family, and these are the only moments when she’s truly free, so she doesn’t want to waste them. I’m talking pretending to be Pauna and chasing after her little girl. Fake battles with wooden swords that quickly become tickle fights. Blowing raspberries on her daughter’s neck and stomach and feet just to hear her cackle.
  • Clarke LOVES drawing Lexa and their daughter together. It doesn’t matter what they’re doing, she just wants to capture every single one of these moments.
  • Lexa reads stories to the little girl before going to sleep. Often she falls asleep there, wrapped around her child. When this happens and Clarke finds them, rarely she wakes Lexa up. It’s much more likely instead that she just grabs a fur and settles on an armchair or couch next to them and sleeps there, to stay close to her family.
  • Clarke often brings her daughter on top of the tower and together they look at the sky and stars and she tells stories about when she lived in space.
  • More often than not they let the little girl sleep with them. Clarke tries to be strict but she can only resist one pair of hearteyes, not two. And who is she kidding anyway, she loves sleeping with her girls.
  • They both catch themselves staring at their daughter, sleeping, playing, running around, it doesn’t matter. They look at her and wonder how is it possible that after everything they went through, after everything they did, they are blessed with this kind of happiness.

I have like 4475468 more but i’m stopping here for now

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I’ve seen a lot of mixed emotions about this scene. Let’s talk about my interpretation of this, shall we? When I look at this, I see two married people who have enjoyed their long and happy life together. They were human and happy and lived the long life that they wanted. 

Their smiles? I see Damon’s as one of uncertainty for what is to come for him. As Elena is explaining during the scene, he is worried he will never know peace. He’s worried he will never see his brother again, (and possibly not Elena either for that matter.) Elena’s smile is one of certainty. She knows the kind of man Damon is and she has no doubt he will find peace. She knows he will see Stefan again, because Elena Gilbert has always seen the best in Damon Salvatore. She sees the good and knows the kind of man she married. 

And then…..his hand disappears from her grasp. Personally, I took this to mean Elena passed on (or found her peace) first. From her outstretched hand towards Damon and slightly confused expression on her face, followed by her reuniting with her loved ones it’s easy to see this is a new experience for her. I saw this as a temporary separation until they got to greet their loved ones in this new sense of peace.

As we see in the next scene, Elena was right about Damon. He did find peace like she always believed he would. He did see Stefan again. Their peace is with their families and with each other. 

9

“Frying pans… who knew, right?”

All the Tangled feels!!! Seriously, this whole drama is one huge meta - there are so many references including Tangled, comic superwomen, King Kong, Bluebeard, Romeo & Juliet,…

“I feel like the heroine,….”

Bong Soon in her frilly pink nightdress, wielding a frying pan and with her 158 cm defies every stereotypical notion people usually have about bodyguards, but she has just knocked down two highly trained attackers, without breaking a sweat.

I love how Min Hyuk, despite being used to her strength by now, never ceases to have this kind of awed expression whenever BS uses her power, as if she were the awesomed thing that has ever awesomed and he still couldn’t quite believe that she could be real.

sabrina’s tweets were fantastic and I’m glad she didn’t shy away from the topic of artists trying to excuse their drawing of underage porn. i love svtfoe but most of the popular artists in the fandom have either draw porn of Star and Marco (two underaged teenagers!!!) or openly state their approval and enjoy the content. so many people seem to be okay with it that it makes me sick

its also just so refreshing to see that there are animators out there who aren’t don’t say or believe shit like “well let people draw what they want” or “its just fiction”. also makes me feel less worried about the industry, which is pretty great!