So anyway shout out to the gay kpop fans who have to watch their sexuality be turned into a gimmick while actual homosexuality is shunned (in general, but maybe not by their idols). Shout out to the transgender kpop fans who saw hope in Lady, but were heartbroken when they disbanded. Shout out to transgender kpop fans who don’t even know who Lady is, but could’ve benefitted from having their music around.
Shout out to the black kpop fans who have to deal with 1000 whitewashed photos of their idols because their dark skin isn’t nice enough to be captured in a photo. Shout out to the Asian fans who have dark skin, monolids or small eyes, big noses, and who aren’t skinny, that have to watch as their idol who shares these traits is ridiculed for not fitting the Western idea that Asians are petit or delicate and submissive, and forced to laugh it off, lest the idol’s reputation be damaged. Shout out to the chubby and fat kpop fans who feel like they’re lesser because they don’t look like their idols and have to watch as those who do look like them are attacked by netizens.
To those who look up to those few actors/singers who are out and appreciate people like Heechul, Amber, Ren, and Jeonghan for wearing traditional “boy/girl” clothing or having “boy/girl” hair; to those who look up to Wonho for saying gender doesn’t matter to him; to the black fans that find comfort in knowing Insooni, Lee Michelle, Yoon Mirae, and Alex from Rania changed the game and killed/are killing it the way they are; to those fans who defend their idols’ melanin to the death and who call out racist remarks made by other idols and fans; to those fans who don’t fit the bill of pretty and take comfort in their idols speaking out about kpop’s ridiculous standards:
“Are you sure you want me to come with you?” Bitty asks, but it’s a moot point by now. They’re already on their way to the driving range. Jack puts his blinker on and takes a left and goes down a street Bitty’s never been on before. “Wouldn’t it be better if Ransom went with you?” “Holster said he’s on the way to becoming a coral reef so I think he’s out.”
“But still. There isn’t anyone else? I mean, I don’t know what I’m doing. I’ve never golfed before.”
Has the world of always human's architecture changed since the modern day?
errrr… here’s the sum total of my thoughts on architecture in Always Human :)
Oh crap I need to draw buildings I don’t want to draw buildings rip me. Minimalism is sci-fi-ish, right? Let’s keep everything simple.
If I keep buildings looking much the way they do now it’ll be easier to draw and find references, right? And this will also make the setting feel familiar to readers which is good because I don’t want it to feel foreign, I want people to be able to easily slip into the story.
Shiny white buildings look clean and sci-fi, right? And it’ll be quick to colour. And if everything looks glassy and sparkly I can pretend that it’s all a special surface to generate solar energy or something. Yay!
I’m so sick of drawing buildings, I want to draw nature. Let’s say that there’s a required amount of green spaces in cities, especially in educational institutions. Gardens on roofs!!!
blood on my name - the brothers bright | wishin’ well - sioux city kid | black sheep - gin wigmore | the bullet - devil makes three | under your spell - timber timbre | house of the rising sun - lauren o’connell | take me to church - hozier | bones - little big town | me and the devil - soap & skin | seven devils - florence + the machine | when the lights go out - the black keys | raise hell - brandi carlile | chasing twisters - delta rae | jungle - x ambassadors | wicked ones - dorothy
The last Black women nominated in the category ‘Best Actress in a Comedy/Musical Series’ were Isabel Sanford, Nell Carter and Debbie Allen in 1985. Debbie Allen was the first and only Black woman winner in 1983.
did i tell u all about the time i was cleaning out my stuff before we moved and i found this little box of my baby stuff tucked away. and i opened it and there was like my little blankie, a bib with some ducks on it, and a little white shirt covered with dried, crusted blood. still don’t know what that was about