Where did all those feelings go? People spend their whole lives looking for love. Poems and songs and entire novels are written about it. But how can you trust something that can end as suddenly as it begins?
I’m sorry if the imagery is disturbing…. I rarely publish things like these,ms paint kind of gave me chance to try turn the negative into actual (VERY)quick clean artform, to rely some message or emotion. Vent art is a great tool, it is personal and might be criptic, so people can find what they want in it, maybe bringing them some delight from their own pain? I don’t like to publish gore for the sake of it, nor spread sads, so whenever I do publish these for you to see - it’s only because I like how the art turned out and I want to share it with you. So hopefully I didn’t make anyone sad or worry, it’s simply artwork, part of me (maybe not that nice part but I’m also only human >.< ). So hope you can enjoy it without disgust or feeling bad from it or for me - no need to! I like this kind of aesthetic too! *EDIT* venting is great on paper! It works much better to release pressure.
Things to say when asked if your character is queer
“Yes, they are ___.”
“No, they’re not ___, they are ___.”
“I want to leave it up to interpretation, so if you think they are ___, then it’s true.”
“I didn’t have that in mind when I made this character, but I’m open to the idea.”
“It will be revealed later, so I can’t say right now, but you will get your answer.”
“I don’t think I know enough about being ___ to say for sure, but I’d like to explore that for this character.”
Things NOT to say when asked if your character is queer
“Does it matter?”
“Maybe ;) Who can say for sure?”
“Isn’t it obvious?”
*ignoring the question entirely*
*noncommittal/subject changing answer*
*telling people to go back and look for clues*
Things to keep in mind for making a queer character
While the character may be confused about their sexuality, you, as the creator, should not be. You know who your character is, you know how they feel and how they think, so you already know before they do.
It’s your responsibility to answer honestly and truthfully when questioned about it, even if you have to say it will be revealed later. Fans want to know for sure, because they’ve been burned before when hoping for representation and getting queer-baited instead.
There are people in the world who, despite all evidence presented to them in the context of the story, will deny the character’s queer identity until the creator themselves say it is so. They will fight tooth and nail against all logic that no, this character is not ___ and if they were, the creator would have said something. You have to be the voice that tells them they are wrong, because they won’t listen to anyone else.
Lydia’s a study in disinterest. Gaze stretching out
across campus, lips pursed in judgment of the impromptu Frisbee match forming
on the quad, position oriented to scarcely acknowledge that she’s standing with
Stiles is tempted to tell her to drop the act because once
obsession with someone has been coded into his DNA, there’s not so much as a
micro-expression that he’s likely to miss. He’s definitely already caught
on to and catalogued the shrewdness that has been attacking her face all day. She
knows something but she doesn’t know what she knows and she’s been hawk-eyed and
predatory ever since she figured out that much.
Stiles is not going to encourage any of that, thanks much.
Side note: why is everyone around him comparable to some type of bird?
Not that he’s thinking about hummingbirds, because he isn’t. He
could be, but he’s not, because he’s in control of his brain and he’s decided:
no. Crap. Firstly, he’s totally thinking about hummingbirds. Second-of-ly, what kind of bird would that make him? Oh
man, probably some kind of friggin’ goose.
He hates geese.
Now he knows it’s likely because he’s subconsciously
recognized a kinship to them.
“If you had to pick a feathered representation for me, it
wouldn’t be a goose, right?”
Years of following his bullet-speed trains of thought has
led to Lydia taking that completely in stride. She doesn’t even bother to
look up at him, hand fishing in her purse for her phone to check the time. “A seabird
probably,” she offers, lighting up the screen, “they’re clumsy on land.”
“Well that’s a self-esteem boost I didn’t know I needed,”
Stiles says dryly. “You’re a true humanitarian, Lyds. Also, the correct answer was secret option C) some kind of dinosaur. I would’ve preferred stegosaurus, for the record.”
She brushes the hair out of her face, glances at him.
“I could have said a hoatzin.”
Stiles has legitimately no idea what that is. “Th…
anks?” He thinks. Probably.
“More commonly known as stinkbirds. You’re welcome,”
she confirms. Her gaze is less glancing, more stripping and Stiles
pretends not to notice. “Expert deflection, Stiles, truly.” She
golf claps mockingly and Stiles glares back at her. “Now what are you
“If I tell you, they’ll revoke my ‘expert’ status,” Stiles
points out smartly, “And rip up my ribbon. I can’t have that, I’ve
already put it in the family newsletter.”
Here is the scene that made me realise I will forever love the 1990 Phantom of the Opera miniseries more than Alw’s musical. Notice how in this scene Christine admits she loves Erik, but she’s also very aware of the difference between platonic love and romantic love. I really like this adaptation because it acknowledges that platonic love exists and is just as valid as romantic love.