can we talk about something?? i saw a lot of updates from exo`s concert and i saw the hall wasn`t full there were empty areas and empty seats and i noticed how exo didn`t change for a second. they stayed the same funny, extra boys they were on every other concert. i saw videos of jongin hE WENT SO HARD ohmygod. what i wanna say is, exo literallly has the best boys ever- hardworking, never stopping, always giving the best- doesn`t matter if it`s seoul full stadium, full tokyo dome or not full hall in new york. professionalism
….if anyone ever decides to leave the fandom, to completely move on with their lives and leave this behind, just know I am so so glad to have had you as a friend, to have gotten to know you over the time we spent on this dumb site together. That even though we never met, that we never spoke in person, that I saw you as a friend and hope nothing but the best for you.
Just know there is a dork on this site that cares about you and is so so thankful for getting to meet you within this fandom. I love you and thank you for being apart of this crazy fandom and being my friend ❤️
A big Happy Birthday and a couple of doodles directed at the lovely @kellyfhaycock who is one of the nicest, kindest people I have ever had the fortune to know. I think Firefighter Phoe (Kelly’s RP OC) and Scout Scotty (from her fic Merit) speak for themselves, but I hope you have a super great day with lots of cake and nice birthday things <33 xx
when I was a kid, I told my mom that I wanted to be an actress when I grew up. You know what she told me?
She said, “sure, but you’re going to have to do it in China. America won’t hire you if you’re Asian.”
And that was it for that dream.
Of course, that was just a phase - one of many, one I would’ve gotten over anyway. But what she said stuck to me. You’re going to have to act in China, because America doesn’t hire Asians.
And if there’s anything I learned over these years, it’s that she was right. Asian-Americans don’t get to see ourselves on screen. We don’t get to read about our deeds. And we get pissed. We complain, we shout, and people dismiss us because, oh, “the Japanese are okay with Ghost in the Shell”, and “I’ve heard that mainland Chinese are perfectly fine with Iron Fist.” Well, great for them. This isn’t about them.
This is about us. Asian-Americans. Asian-Canadians. Asian-Australians. Asian hyphen something. And the Asians in Asia don’t understand - because they can’t. They’re surrounded by media portrayals of them. They never have to fight for representation because it’s always there. They have no idea what it’s like to live in a country that sees you as other, and then to have to go back to your home country, to have your parents tell you “this is you, this is your culture, your heritage” and you look upon the faces of your family and you see nothing of yourself in them.
Asian-Americans are not the same as Asians who live in Asia. We live in a different culture. Our values, our beliefs, the experiences that shape our lives are separate.
We want to see ourselves in western media because it’s what we grew up with. It’s what surrounds us. Sure, we can watch K-dramas and anime and Chinese/Taiwanese/Japanese/whatever dramas, and a lot of us do, but it’s still not us.
We shouldn’t have to go watch Asian dramas just to see a part of us represented. We shouldn’t have to move to Asia just to be hired.
We deserve to represent, and be represented, as ourselves.
Earth. Fire. Air. Water. When I was a boy, my father, Avatar Aang, told me the story of how he and his friends heroically ended the Hundred Year War. Avatar Aang and Fire Lord Zuko transformed the Fire Nation colonies into the United Republic of Nations, a society where benders and nonbenders from all over the world could live and thrive together in peace and harmony. They named the capital of this great land Republic City. Avatar Aang accomplished many remarkable things in his life, but sadly, his time in this world came to an end. And like the cycle of the seasons, the cycle of the Avatar began anew.