Moonlight is more deserving of oscars than La La Land because of more than just its cinematic genius. La La Land, though a fine film, plays into the tired plot of heteronormative puppy love between two white media darlings. Along with painting Ryan Gosling’s character as the face of jazz music (which is historically black in origin), it serves as a distraction from the atrocities against minorities going on in our world right now.
In our current world, wherein black, gay, and poor lives are seen as subordinate to white, straight, and wealthy lives, Moonlight is a political and social protest. It doesn’t just offer sympathy to minorities, it offers celebration. Moonlight is revolutionary.
I’m not… I am not with you! You would knowingly sacrifice all those lives, as if they mean less than yours? As if they mean nothing? Where I come from, generals don’t hide in their offices like cowards. They fight alongside their soldiers. They die with them on the battlefield! You should be ashamed. You should be ashamed. All of you should be ashamed!
Q1:What’s your hobby or something you’re into recently, how do you spend your holiday?
A1: Jungkook decided to learn drums in his free time during the world tour so I started learning guitar too. But he couldn’t bring the drum set along so eventually only I brought the guitar and continued to practice. (laughs) I’m playing our songs like ‘Butterfly’ and ‘Spring Day’. I want to show it on the stage one day.
Q2: Tell us your fashion style or preference!
A2: I like neat and simple fashion. When I go to places where I’ll be seen by many people, I wear clothes I got as gifts from others as much as I can. Because if I were them, I would be happy seeing people I cherish wearing clothes I gave them too.
Q3: Favorite perfume?
A3: I’m using a perfume with soft sweet smell. It feels like the soft texture of cotton candy. It doesn’t mean the smell of cotton candy. (laughs)
Q4: Favorite work among Japanese movies, dramas, mangas?
A4: I like Japanese animes so I used to watch ‘One Piece’ and ‘Bleach’ every week when I was a trainee. Recently I’m into a high school volleyball manga called ‘Haikyuu!!’ so I often read it.
THIS IS ME
[Bright] [Shining face] [“Let’s live freely and happily”]
If I were to describe myself with one word, it would be “bright”. I feel happy from small things like when I make someone laugh with my words, or when someone makes me laugh. My charming point is my “shining handsome face”! (laughs) It feels embarrassing saying from my own mouth but I think it’s quite symmetrical. (laughs) And “Let’s live freely and happily” is my motto. It’s something I always engrave in my heart and tell myself whenever something’s not going well and I get anxious.
THIS IS HIM: JIN is..
from RAP MONSTER
“The members’ hyung who went to a cafe together with me before debut, talked with me for a long time and gave me advice. He keeps fooling around with dad jokes recently, but Jin-hyung’s really cool when he’s serious! (laughs)”
“We spend a lot of time together playing games. I still remember we bought each other’s game console about 1 hour before we headed to Japan and played in our free time even after arriving. His skill is… one level above me? (laughs)”
Rythian is a human boy who was taken by Endermen back to The End many years ago. There he was raised to learn how to use Endermagic and groomed to become the general/warlord in a future invasion of the Brightlands (the “normal” world).
When he was still very young he despaired at how different he looked to all the other Endermen so he took a knife and cut the sides of his cheeks open so would be able to have the wide mouth and angular jaw of an Enderman. He healed eventually but it left horrifying scars which he is ashamed of to this day. Hence the mask.
He eventually left The End behind and broke free from the Queen’s leadership and wandered the Brightlands. He met some friends, and met Zoey.
The way the story was going, they were going to discover Zoey’s origin in the Twilight Forest - she was the mushroom princess, rightful ruler of the Realm of Twilight. The original nuking of the original server made her lose her memory. With her gone, the barriers between worlds were fading, and Endermen managed to invade there as well, despite measures to stop that from happening (such as a realm-wide aura to stop their magic from working).
After restoring Zoey’s memory and “fixing” the realm, they were going to go back to the original place where the portal to the End was created (by Rythian’s scientist parents many years ago), go through, fight the Enderdragon (Queen of the End, aka The Princess from the short story) and win. More or less live happily ever after.
It all sounds a bit silly and dry when briefly summed up like this, but at least there’s some answers. I hope that satisfied a little bit at least. :)
Check it out: you can chomp on POTATO, MACARONI, and EGG salads but there’s no PANCAKE salad??? What gives!? Can someone call, like, a food inventor or salad scientist or whoevers dang job it is to innovate our meals and get this fixed immmediately? It has been too long, living in this pancake-salad-less world, and it must be rectified. Taking a stand!
With a crack, the very first time he steps onto the ice. Yuuri breaks his glasses, breaks his fingernails, breaks open the skin on his palms and his knees and he bleeds, he bleeds, he bleeds. Takeshi laughs at chubby, clumsy Yuuri—graceless, good-for-nothing, and Yuuri believes him.
But the next day at Minako’s urging, Yuuri gets right back on that ice, and Takeshi doesn’t laugh.
Yuuko is beautiful with her red hair and her kind eyes and she doesn’t call Yuuri names. She smiles and holds out her hands to him, helps him onto his feet on her parents’ rink, and Yuuri finds love there, though never with her. He finds a home there, though it isn’t his to claim.
(He will make it his every day for the rest of his life, regardless.)
He finds his inspiration in front of a grainy television screen when he turns twelve, and even the fuzz in the picture could not make Victor Nikiforov look less beautiful, less ephemeral, less exquisite.
Look at me, says his silver hair. Look at me, says the gleam of his costume. Look at me, says the sorrowful reach of his hands, and Yuuri has never stopped looking since.
Look at me, Yuuri thinks as he takes of his glasses and skates onto the ice blind. Look at me, he decides that day, and knows that he’ll do anything, everything to stand before Victor Nikiforov and say look at me in person.
He emulates Victor. He worships Victor. Yuuri begs until his family bends and buys him a poodle, soft and brown in his arms, and Yuuri names him after his hero. It’s common sense, Yuuri thinks, to take this feeling and make it something tangible, something real. Vicchan can love Yuuri back. Vicchan is never disappointed. With Vicchan, Yuuri doesn’t have to feel the loneliness that Victor’s endless absence has carved in his young life.
Yuuri stands under the lights, in front of the judges for the first time at fourteen and feels clumsy and boring, but he takes home a silver. It’s not as beautiful as Victor, but it’ll do, even if he can’t quite see it through the blur of his naked eyes. He works himself up vibrant color, to costumes made custom, to junior gold medals, to high school entrance exams and college applications. He dedicates himself to diets and exercise, chasing a dream of a man in pictures, the years of a life less lived plastered on his bedroom walls.
He doesn’t take them with him to Detroit, but he may as well have. Victor’s shadow follows him there, hovering over his head and in his heart, that voice from online interviews as saccharine sweet in his ears as Yuuko’s I’m pregnant, Yuuri, I’m having triplets, will you be the godfather, Yuuri? What do you mean you’re leaving?
Yuuri leaves home at eighteen and the guilt of it eats him alive.
He meets Celestino Cialdini. He meets Phichit Chulanont. Yuuri makes himself into a whirlwind and withdraws into his shell with one goal in mind. He falls during his jumps. He falls during his choreography sequence. Yuuri falls and falls again, even as others fall for him, and they fall as he stumbles away—broken and bleeding, licking his wounds and nursing his pride and hiding his selfish love for a man who has no idea that Yuuri breathes him, lives for him.
It’s alone in a bathroom in Sochi that Yuuri realizes he’s lived for Victor one day too long, and Vicchan is gone.
Yuuri doesn’t remember his free skate. He doesn’t remember crying. He only vaguely remembers Yuri Plisetsky yelling in his face, fifteen and red-cheeked and fire-eyed and selfish. He’s young. He’s dumb. And somehow he has Victor Nikiforov’s undivided attention, somehow Yuri Plisetsky has a Junior Grand Prix Gold, somehow he has everything, and Yuuri—
—Yuuri has nothing. Certainly not a commemorative photo with the man who couldn’t be bothered to learn Yuuri’s name.
So Yuuri falls. He falls and falls and he cries for two days straight in his hotel room. He barely eats, hardly sleeps, and by the time he makes it to the victory banquet, he’s a mess. He’s fractured, fumbling, falling apart, and by glass fifteen of champagne, somehow confronting Victor seems like a good idea.
He ends up facing down his fears instead.
Yuuri doesn’t remember that night. He doesn’t remember warm hards, a shining smile, bright eyes. He doesn’t remember holding Victor in his arms, swinging him and dipping him, laughing into his personal space and stripping his way out of it. He won’t remember Christophe Giacometti’s fabulous abs in the morning, and he won’t remember Victor holding out his arms toward Yuuri as he climbs down from the pole.
He doesn’t remember any of it, but maybe that’s for the best.
But what he does remember are the echoing notes of a lovelorn ballad and the way it ripped his heart out. Yuuri remembers a life that feels like a dream and the beauty of a dance. He goes home to a place that has known Yuuri’s saddest days if not his darkest, and though he feels alone, it takes friends and a family to make him realize that he has never been alone.
Yuuri skates a song that is not his, but answers a plea that could never be for anyone else.
A thousand miles away, Victor opens a video link, and this is how he falls.
Live lightly. Don’t squander your energy pursuing materialistic possessions or people who will never truly value your heart.
After all is said and done, what matters is that you lead a memorable life and leave a meaningful mark on the world.