this is what they were singing

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46. “I’m in love…shit” Virge talking about Roman...

A/N: yesss this is a good one.

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It was an ordinary night in the mindscape. Roman was off on an adventure in his realm, Logan was working on something in his room, and Virgil was helping Patton bake chocolate chip cookies. It had become a regular occurrence for them to bake sweets of all kinds together. And although Virgil didn’t show it, he really loved baking with Patton.

“Hey kiddo, can you measure and pour in three cups of flour?” Patton asked.

“Sure,” Virgil replied, and got the flour out from the cupboard. He started to pour out the required amount, and nearly dropped the measuring cup in shock. Roman walked into the kitchen, and instead of his usual royal garb, he was wearing plaid red pajama pants and a loose white t-shirt. His hair was mussed, yet it somehow looked flawless.

“Hiya, Roman! I thought you were off adventuring!” Patton exclaimed when he walked in.

“I was, but nothing exciting was happening in my realm tonight. So it’s become a ‘chill out and relax’ night for me,” Roman replied, absentmindedly running a hand through his hair. Virgil watched him, completely mesmerized by him for some reason. Roman noticed him staring, and a sly grin came up to his lips.

“See something you like, Virgil?” Roman asked, his voice dropping to a low and husky tone. He stepped closer to Virgil, a mischievous light in his eyes.

“Princey, I swear to god I will throw all of this flour into your face,” Virgil threatened, trying to hide how flustered he was. Roman stepped away, disappointment flickering over his features for a second.

“Well then, I suppose I will leave. But if you wanna talk to me later, you know where to find me,” Roman said flirtatiously. And with that, he turned on his heel and walked out of the kitchen and back to his room. And Virgil couldn’t help but watch him leave.

“You okay, Virgil?” Patton asked, a teasing edge to his voice.

“I’m in love… shit,” Virgil blurted out. Patton laughed.

“Well, maybe once we finish baking these cookies, you can bring some to him,” he suggested.

“And what, confess my love to him? Fat chance,” Virgil scoffed.

“I dunno kiddo, he seemed pretty interested in you,” Patton said in a sing-song voice.

“That was just Princey being insufferable. He’s not ‘interested’ in me,” Virgil replied, continuing to measure out the flour.

“If you say so,” Patton said with a shrug. The two of them continued to make the cookies in relative silence.

About an hour later, the chocolate chip cookies were done and cooled. Patton put some of the cookies onto a plate, and then handed the plate to Virgil.

“I’m not saying you have to tell him how you feel, but at least be nice and bring some to Roman,” Patton said sternly. Virgil sighed and took the plate from Patton, then headed to Roman’s room. He soon reached it, and knocked on the door. It swung open to reveal a grinning Roman.

“Patton and I finished making cookies, we figured you would want some,” Virgil said, and gave the plate to him.

“Thank you,” Roman replied, and accepted the plate. Virgil started to leave, but Roman suddenly reached out and grabbed his arm.

“Wait,” Roman said. Virgil stopped his movements and turned back to Roman.

“About earlier, I’m sorry that I made you uncomfortable,” Roman apologized.

“It’s okay Roman. I… uh, I actually didn’t mind. I just… didn’t really know how to respond,” Virgil replied, blushing madly. Roman nearly dropped the plate of cookies in shock.

“I- uh, excuse me for a moment. Let me set these cookies down,” Roman said, turning around and walking into his room. He soon returned, cookies no longer in hand.

“So… what does this mean?” Roman asked, running a hand through his hair.

“It means I like you, you idiot,” Virgil scoffed. Roman’s mouth fell open in shock. Suddenly, he reached out and grabbed Virgil by his patchwork jacket and pulled him into a fierce and passionate kiss. Virgil let out a startled gasp, then raked his hands through Roman’s hair and kissed him back with equal fervour. They pulled apart after a few moments, both breathing heavily.

“I’m sorry, I should’ve asked before just… kissing you like that,” Roman said sheepishly.

“That’s alright, you can make it up to me by kissing me again,” Virgil replied, voice low and sultry. Roman smirked, wrapped his arms around Virgil’s waist, and leaned in to taste those lips once more.  

i went to see Coco last night which was a pretty good the music and visuals were amazing. i saw it at this theater chain thats into the whole “reviving the ‘ceremony’ of going to a movie theatre” schtick like before the movies an usher stands up and announces what the movie is the runtime who stars etc and miscellenous info and for Coco the usher mentioned that there was a Frozen ‘short’ right before the movie just so ppl dont get confused and wonder what movie theyre watching and i was thinking “well it should be obvious though dont Disney usually have shorts” and then seventeen minutes later Olaf is still singing and people coming in really late are off to the side being like “Huh the sign said Coco but this is Frozen?”

Why does nobody talk about the dwsa purple summer ending

The children all depart into adulthood and “unknown” territory (the forest) in their under clothes which are all white and the adults enter in their full clothing with color and watch their children grow and leave them, and they slowly leave one by one as they stop singing because they forget the memories of their youth it literally becomes “a song to hard to follow” and they slowly go silent until Melchior is completely alone and accepts growing into society the last one signing “I will sing the song of purple summer” because he can never forget what he caused and never leave his youth memories because of how horrible they were, he can never really grow away or up from these memories so he exits last even though he was by far the most knowledgeable about life out of everybody.

The screencap above is from this post. As always, this fandom is not satisfied unless Seungri and his fans are getting stomped, trampled and walked-on, and we remain silent. We must remain quiet all the time and never show any sort of dissatisfaction or we get called out, hated, bullied, told to leave, get called fake fans and antis.

Things that were said to Seungri by the hyungs on stage at yesterday’s Osaka concert–

Taeyang: The fans don’t know any of your solo songs. You should just cook ramen as your solo stage instead.

Daesung: You actually sang! You  sang well. I’m surprised you can even sing at all.

GD: I’m afraid you became bigger after your ramen tour.

Oh yes, what a big MISUNDERSTANDING this caused! I didn’t understand that Taeyang said that we don’t listen to or care about Seungri’s music. And I also didn’t understand when Daesung said Seungri can’t sing. GD calling Seungri fat also flew straight over my head, that was a distortion and misunderstanding too. I must have the IQ and EQ of a wombat.

“It’s bitter how you are a person who receives the love from many as well as a target of many.”

Really? Really?! You don’t say! Because that has been Seungri’s Instagram comment section since day 1. 

He posted selfies and the fans demanded pictures with Jiyong. He posted pictures with his friends and the fans demanded he hang out with BigBang only. He posted pictures of his trips and the fans asked why he wasn’t in the studio practicing his singing and dancing instead of traveling. He promoted his own record label and fans demanded why he isn’t promoting BigBang instead, why he isn’t giving his brothers public birthday greetings. He posts pictures with a woman and he gets called a womanizer. He posts pictures with a glass of champagne and he gets called a drunk.

“I’m sad because you must’ve come down from stage right now after pouring out all your strength and energy and you might be reading these heartbreaking posts.”

Daw! Her poor, tender vip heart, bless her soul. So sad. Many sads.

Now think about us that love Seungri, watching him on stage pouring his heart out with all his strength and energy only to be met with soggy cheers from the fans? Think about him standing in front of ten thousand fans and Taeyang telling him nobody knows his songs or listens to them, Daesung telling him he can’t sing, GD calling him fat. That’s not heartbreaking, right?

Think about us when Seungri was doing a show in China at the same time he was filming a movie, pouring his heart out speaking a foreign language and the hyungs discredited his work in front of fans by making fun of the time he cried on the show. 

Think about how when they’re on tour, Seungri goes out of his way to research about local things from every stop so that he can incorporate them into the show. He mentions he wants to try that specific local dish. He tries to incorporate local slang into the talk segment. He brings up local tv shows or comedy sketches. He uses their language. He memorizes all these things instead of reading them like a parrot from the teleprompter… and all he gets are anemic cheers from the public and insults from the hyungs in the form of belittling jokes…

But nah, none of that is heartbreaking, is it.

Only fans going to Taeyang’s insta and saying “Can you not tell jokes at Seungri’s expense?” Now THAT is heartbreaking! That’s so offensive! That’s an attack on all of Taeyang’s hard work. 

Did he tell you
You remind him of a song
One that your dad used to sing
When you were small and unafraid
Before he stopped trying                                                                                                                                                                          
Did he tell you
His reputation was wrong
And you were right
That he should be careful
Was he?                                                                                                                                                                            
Did he tell you 
That the stars told him what to say
And you showed him how to feel
If your first words were deja vu
Maybe it was always meant to repeat                                                                                                                                                      
Did he tell you
When he changed his mind
Why the questions stopped
And the words became tough
Did you even notice?
—  (a.e.)

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@lrambling I think the implication behind the gifs is that Harry was asking the crew to turn up Louis’ mic so he could be heard during his solo and since Louis looked proud after his solo it’s because Harry supported him (not because Louis just thought he did a good job?) and that somehow indicates that they sleep together. Obv. it’s not really proof, but that’s what larries claim it as.

Oh my lord. Thank you for the explanation.

These are the gifs in question:

The first gif happens at about 30 seconds in this video or 1:25 in this one.

Just to apply a little obvious logic, this is before Louis actually starts singing. There were only solos by Zayn, Liam, and Harry before this point and Harry would have had no chance to tell if Louis’s mic needed adjustment. So obviously he is not referring to Louis’s mic or volume at all. It was after his solo so if the hand signal is, if intended as a technical signal, referring to his own levels.

But even if that wasn’t painfully clear, guess fucking what??? The shot of Louis labeled “after solo” is in fact AFTER NIALL’S SOLO and before Louis starts singing again. That’s him preparing to sing. It’s at 1:04 or 1:55.

AND even if the caption of the second gif wasn’t a complete manipulative lie, it STILL WOULDN’T MEAN ANYTHING. Because obviously who knows what the fuck Louis is reacting to, even they admit it wasn’t an immediate reaction or anything.

But when you take moments out of context and label them and tell people to view them as romantic and meaningful, that is what people will do. I was thinking about this just the other day. We all speak the visual language established by movies and TV to indicate romance. If we see lingering close ups, eye contact, a secret shared smile, a connection of two people within a larger situation - we have been taught to view that as romance. I can’t remember what I was watching, but there was a moment where two friend characters ended up clasping hands for an extended moment and staring into each other’s eyes. I don’t know the intention but I’m pretty sure it was intended to convey meaningful friendship rather than romance. But there’s almost no way to do that without conveying romance - before, i think directors felt like if these moments happened between characters of the same gender, it would automatically be perceived as platonic. But that’s not the case anymore. If you code something that would be romantic between opposite gender characters, it’s going to seem romantic between same sex characters too.

And that’s effectively what Larrie gif makers do. They cut together these videos of Larrie to include the visual language of romance. And of course, Larrie themselves used to do flirty things often, I’m not saying every moment that Larries point to is pure manipulation. But a vast quantity of them are. Especially when put to video, with romantic music in the background. Larrie is based on the same techniques used to convince people watching a movie that two fictional characters are in love. They’re based on emotional manipulation and editing ordinary footage to CREATE the signifiers of romance.

That’s why gifs like these work (altho these are a particularly egregious display of deception and manipulation and it is deeply sad that this is what convinced someone that this was a real relationship). That’s why antis talk about manipulation. That’s why it’s so incredibly frustrating to hear Larries say they’ve seen too much to ever believe Harry and Louis weren’t in a relationship. Most of these moments don’t exist.

anonymous asked:

What do you hope is the future for Linkin Park?

For them to have a future. 

That’s my biggest hope. For them to continue doing what they love to do, playing together, creating beautiful music. I just want them to be happy. I hope they will find a way to do so. 

However they decide to move on (if they decide to move on) I will understand and support, but my personal desire as immature as it might be is for Mike to take the lead vocals* and for them not to get a new singer.

*I know it’s too much work but if anyone can do it Shinoda can, and C. always encouraged him to sing more and all the songs he did vocals for were beautiful and he rocked his socks off at the tribute concert. 

anonymous asked:

Do you have to be athletic to be an xSTP? What are some other ways to tell if you, or somebody you know has dominant or auxiliary Se?

Cognitive functions manifest in a variety of ways. For example, one Se user is athletic and enjoys playing sports, while the other prefers painting, or singing. It depends on the person’s preferences.

In order to tell whether or not someone uses dominant or auxiliary Se, you must analyze your (or the persons) preference for processing information. Once you understand this than you can apply it to your (or the person’s) behavior.

Se strictly focuses on immediate situations, what’s directly present and happening at that very moment. For example, Se would state, “The sky is blue.” If someone else were to stay “No, at night the sky is black.” Se would respond with “That is correct, but the right now the sky is blue.” Se is objective, concrete, it aggressively focuses on the present.

Dominant Se looks at unique and novel details of the present environment in order to interpret deeper meanings of the experience (Inferior Ni). Its constantly in-tuned to its surroundings, you can by lost in thought and simultaneously still be aware of whats happening around you. When Se doms loses awareness of Ni (Se cannot apply deeper meaning into its actions), this is where you see the reckless, impulsive, do-before-you-think Se dom. This happens quite often since Ni is inferior.

Auxiliary Se users on the other hand, only use Se as a conformation tool for their personalized frameworks (Ti or Fi). Auxiliary Se users, much like Se doms primarily focus on concrete, present data, they only look at what information is currently available. But this doesn’t mean they are hyper-aware of their surrounding like Se doms are.

Auxiliary Se acts as support, Ti acts as a filter for information, it builds a personalized framework of logic. ISTPs will use Se as a tool to gain new information, using present, tangible data to add to Ti’s framework. Fi acts as a filter for morals, it builds a personalized framework of values. ISFPs will use Se as a tool to gain concrete data of the world around them, categorizing this information as right or wrong (morally).

Love Songs and Longing Stares

Summary: Connor is steadily falling in love with you and is desperate to hear you sing again

Author’s Note: here’s part 2!

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Ever since hearing you sing, Connor hadn’t been able to get your voice out of his head. He didn’t say anything about it, feeling like that would be an invasion of your privacy. So instead, he elected for subtly trying to get you to sing. He’d play music loudly in the hopes of getting you to sing along. He’d mumble a song and prey you would join in.

He was sitting at the lunch table with Jared and Evan, balling up napkins and throwing them across the table at Jared’s face. When you finally came to the table, the boys immediately noticed how pissed off you were.

“What’s wrong, (Y/N)?” Jared asked.

“My parter for the Christmas concert just bailed on me,” You groaned. “Said he had “better things to do,”“ you said with finger quotes. "So now I either need to find someone who can learn the part in only two weeks or choose an entirely new song.” You repeatedly stabbed the salad in front of you, tears of anger welling up in your eyes.

“What if… What if one of us learned the part?” Evan suggested.

You shook your head. “You’re sweet, Ev. But it’ll just be easier if I learn a new song. I have some options.”

Connor bit his lip, a plan forming in his head. “Would you want help memorizing it? I could, uh, I could help.”

Your face lit up. “That would be awesome, Con!”

Later that day, Connor was bouncing on his heels as he waited for you to open the door to your house.

“Hey, Connor!” you said. “Come on in.” You stepped out of the way so he could step through the doorway. He was gripping the strap of his satchel as he awkwardly sat on your couch.

You looked at him. “You good?”

“Uh, yeah. I’m just not the most relaxed when I go to a new place.”

You nodded and picked a piece of paper up off the coffee table. “Well, I chose to do this song. I’ll warn you now, my voice, uh, my voice isn’t exactly that best.”

Connor really wanted to tell you that you were wrong but decided against it. “Well, let’s hear it then.”

You took a deep, shuddering breath and began to sing. “Silent night, holy night. All is calm, all is bright. Round yon virgin, mother and child. Holy infant so tender and mild. Sleep in heavenly peace. Sleep in heavenly peace.” You sighed. “I know, I sound awful.”

“Are you kidding me? You sounded beautiful,” Connor said, causing your face to flush.

“No I didn’t. Plus, like, why are all the songs they gave us religious? There are kids at school who don’t even celebrate Christmas.”

Connor shrugged. “Wish I knew.” He took your hands in his own. “But I’m not lying to you, (Y/N). Your voice is more than beautiful. It’s… it’s… I can’t even think of a word for it.” You smiled a bit and rubbed your arm. “It’s beautiful. Like you,” Connor muttered the last part, but you heard it.

“What-what was that?”

Connor’s eyes widened in realization. “Nothing! I didn’t say anything. Oh, look at the time, I have to go!” And with that, he grabbed his things and ran out of the house.

The next day, you tracked him down in the hallways during your free period. “Connor!” You snapped.

He spun around. “Oh, uh, hey, (Y/N). How are you?”

“Don’t toy with me, Murphy. Why’d you run out without explaining why? I thought I did something wrong.”

“(Y/N), you did nothing wrong. It was my fault.”

You crossed your arms. “Explain.”

He felt his face heat up. “There’s no easy way around this, is there?” He mumbled before sucking in a breath. “I like you, (Y/N). I like everything about you: your smile, your eyes, you voice. God, your voice. It’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever heard.”

At this point, your face was about as red as a ripe tomato. “I, uh-”

“You don’t have to say anything,” Connor said with I sigh. “I know you probably don’t feel the same way.”

This Conversation I Had With Some Fellow Girl Scouts At Camp Is Coming Back To Me And I Had To Share It
  • Me: I dibs the top bunk!
  • My bunk buddy, Grace: Aw, what- *i have already put my things on the bunk* ugh, fine, the bottom's more comfortable anyway.
  • Me: *giggles at how that could be taken as something less then clean*
  • Friend, Ella: I AM SO HAPPY TO BE HERE AT CAMP IM READY TO RIDE HORSES AND PLAY IN THE CREEK AND SING SONGS AROUND THE CAMPFIRE
  • Friend, Charlotte: Omg, Ella, we just had to hike like, two miles to get here. (the bunkhouse)
  • Friend, Olivia: If I remember correctly, you were the one saying that you would flop on the bed and die as soon as we made it inside.
  • Frenemy, Amelia: Yeah, how does walking into a dirty, smelly, hot cabin suddenly make you full of energy?
  • Me: Though I am loathe to admit it, I agree with Amelia.
  • Amelia: It's Ami. I've been going as that for two years now.
  • Me: And I've been going as S.G. instead of Sarah but you still call me that.
  • Grace: Before these two murder each other, I'm going to go and use the bathroom, okay?
  • *cue chorus of sures and yeses*
  • Grace: *walks to bathroom*
  • *silence for a moment*
  • *SHRILL SHRIEK COMING FROM THE BATHROOM THAT MAKES US ALL COVER OUR EARS*
  • Grace: *runs back in*
  • Grace: THERE'S A FLIPPING RAT IN THE TOILET
  • Olivia, Amelia, Emily, Annalee, and Ella #2: eww, poor rat, but ewww
  • The Rest of Us, aka, Me, Katie, Ella #1, and Charlotte: AWESOME COOL LETS GO SEE
  • *sure enough, floating on the surface of the toilet water is a rat*
  • Katie: woahhh
  • Ella: It looks like its walking on the water
  • *silence*
  • Me, whispering: It's flipping Jesus Rat
  • Katie, in a broken voice: jeSUS rAT
  • Charlotte: omg, yes, S.G., ur a genius
  • *more silence*
  • Ella: let's flush it
  • Katie, Charlotte, and Me: YES
Mi flaco (english)

You have no idea of how much I love to write on the spanish that I’m used to talk everyday and about stuff that I know instead of having to investigate everything.
Anyway, one-shot based on this Mon Laferte’s song (although I’m more a fan of her when she was singing metal), instead of a Mariachi song. A translation of the song at the end as always.

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I just watched the mic drop remix and i loved it did yall see my boys!!! They killed the mv was amazing and it took me a second to notice they were singing some lines in english when in the original song they are in korean but damn this was even more from what I expected so proud of my boys and steve aoki!

“Perhaps the best way to grasp what has happened here is to imagine what The Shirley Temple Show would be like were Miss Temple were the same age now as she was when she made her memorable films. Is it imaginable except as parody that Shirley Temple would sing–let us say, as a theme song–“On the Good Ship Lollipop”? If she would sing at all, her milieu would be rock music, that is, music as much associated with adult sensibility as with that of youth. On today’s network television there simply is no such thing as a child’s song. It is a dead species, which tells as much about what I am discussing here as anything I can think of. In any case, a ten-year-old Shirley Temple would probably require a boyfriend with whom she would be more than occasionally entangled in a simulated lover’s quarrel. She would certainly have to abandon “little girl’s” dresses and hairstyles for something approximating adult fashion. Her language would consist of a string of knowing wisecracks, including a liberal display of sexual innuendo. In short, The Shirley Temple Show would not–could not– be about a child, adorable or otherwise. Too many in the audience would find such a conception either fanciful or unrecognizable, especially the youthful audience.”

Neil Postman in The Disappearance of Childhood

28 September 1992:

Seemingly shot/stabbed in the back. Never seen again.

21 July 2017:

Sexy new character designs, alive and well, and can sing like angels.

Like, what were the chances of this happening? These boys were meant to come back for me and I’m grateful everyday. 


that interview with Zach Sang is probably the best interview BTS’s has had since coming to the US for the AMAs. like, Zach obviously did his research and he didn’t ask petty questions like ‘who is your celebrity crush?’ instead what he did were:

  • he actually asked questions the boys’ wanted to answer and you could see that they’re very comfortable. 
  • yoongi even spoke up a couple of times and joked about making it to the billboard
    zs: what was your dream growing up? like, when you first realized that you wanted to sing. what was your end goal? what did you wanna see yourself do?
    yg: go the billboard. i made it <laughs>
  • he talked about how BTS’ music embodies change and the belief of the next generation and that even when their songs are in Korean they’re proving that music is w/o borders wHICH IS ONLY WHAT NAMJOON HAS BEEN TALKING ABOUT EVERYTIME SOME IDIOT ASKS THEM ABOUT RELEASING AN ENGLISH SONG
  • he did his research about the history of their songs and their lyrics and Namjoon legit sounded surprised when Zack reference their earlier lyrics of studying and being turned into working machine bECAUSE SHIT SO FAR HE’S THE ONLY INTERVIEWER WHO TALKED ABOUT IT
  • instead of talking about how the boy’s are dealing with the glitz and glamor of being a celebrity/idol, he asked about how they deal with the pressure of being idols and basically being looked up to by their fans and how do they deal with it (of course he mentioned about the glitz and glamor of being a celebrity but that it’s just material and he asked them how they stay in touch with themselves)
  • he understand that BTS’ journey isn’t an easy one and he knows what their work is all about calling them ‘socially charged since the beginning’
  • HE’S THE ONLY ONE WHO ASKED ABOUT THEIR UNICEF WORK SO FAR and you could practically see the boys light up at the question. they all smiled and nodded and Namjoon thanked him and enthusiastically discussed about their UNICEF #EndViolence campaign
  • he asked them about how they remind themselves to love their selves and not as BTS - which for me is a very relevant and good question bc so far all we see people ask them is ‘how does it feel like to be one of the biggest boy bands in the world??’
  • the boys are comfortable enough to answer in Korean and let Namjoon translate for them unlike in the other interviews where they really struggle to speak in english for the interviewer (but idk. maybe that’s just me)
  • yg: please don’t compare yourself with others
    jh: finding my dreams and something that i really want to achieve is the best way to love myself
    nj: simply just call yourself (…) if i’m zach i’ll tell myself ‘zach, you’re doing just great. zach, i love you.’ pat your shoulder 3x a day. that can change you.’
  • he asked them if anybody in the group has the goal of learning english and everyone is just like ‘of course!’ (suga said ‘why not?’ V was very cute raising his hand and saying ‘me!’ and jhope sang the english alphabet. omg these boys.)
  • namjoon said they’re practicing and studying and memorizing words for the interviews and he’s really very, very proud of them.  (◡‿◡✿)
  • ZACH TOLD THEM TO JUST KEEP RELEASING MUSIC IN KOREAN because BTS is connecting people through music, telling the same struggles and experiences wherever they may be, and it’s a Big Deal.
  • He thanks BTS for their UNICEF work, telling them it’s very appreciated that the boys are working towards making the world a safer place and Namjoon legit said he’s the first one to ask them about their UNICEF campaign and said they’re so touched.

THANK YOU ZACH SANG!!! 

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if you expected a serious fanart from me, im sorry

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Thanks for the japanese magazine called Illustration, for which I’ve done cover, calendar and big article with interview, I’ve got a chance to meet and talk with my favourite mangaka ever, Kei Toume, the creator of “Sing Yesterday for Me”. ✨

This moment was so big I still couldn’t believe it, because her manga had changed my life. I were studying at architecture college back in Russia, but I always felt that this is not actually what I wanted to do, and it were killing me slowly.
At this time I discovered Kei Toume’s works, and thanks to them I got out of the depression and realized what I really wanted to do. I want to create stories, inspire and empower people. Manga, anime, games were only my hobbies at that time, and I only dreamed about creating something like those titles that were giving me hopes and happiness, and I never thought that I can actually be a part of the world I loved so much.

Thanks to “Sing Yesterday for Me” I decided to not abandon my dreams and work harder for what I want to achieve, which led me to where I am now - live in Japan, work on the projects I never even dreamed to work on, and be the happiest version of myself that could ever be.
Now I’ve met with the creator who’ve done so much for me without even knowing it, and there is not enough words to express my gratitude. 🌟

The photo is the joint sketch board we’re done with Kei Toume for the magazine, and I got really lucky to actually own it in the end. This one will took a place on the wall at my workplace to always remind me that dreams are actually comes true.

Please don’t give up on your dreams!

Saw someone say, on a video of a goth kid singing a banger, that they’re glad they were a weeb in their ‘embarrassing’ phase instead of that. it made me realize Anime is bad for your brain cells. if your synapses have been fried enough by animated titties that defy physics i can understand why one would slander one of the few artistic peaks of our time. Goth kids sell me potions for my cauldron which helps the environment but what do weebs do? Stick hentai figurines up their nostrils contemplate mass murder because their waifu isn’t real then die.

The first introduction to butch that I can remember came when I attended a family dinner party. I was about 6 years old and though shy and quiet, I was a huge tomboy. It was not odd to find me shirtless and covered in mud. My favorite toys were trains and I slept with my train set. I saw brushing my hair as an act of pure evil and insisted on just cutting it all off. I was a butch in the making and there was not much that my family could do to stop me, though their efforts to kill who I was did not go unnoticed by me.

We arrived at the party only to find that there was some drama going on. A family friend had been invited, but some of the parents were a little alarmed about her presence. The adults talked among themselves, and though they tried to prevent the children from listening, I was a nosy child who hid behind a bush. Apparently the family friend was a sinner and might infect the children with her sin. This confused me greatly. I knew about sin, but I had not known that it could be transferred from person to person. 

I pondered what this friend had done to need sin and how she might infect others with that sin, but was soon distracted by a board game laid out on a tree stump. A few hours passed before this friend showed up, and when she did, I all but forget about the sin.

She turned out to be a huge, incredible lesbian. I caught a glimpse of her as she stomped through the house and into the backyard. Her hair was blond, her hands were calloused, and her face was wrinkled. She stood with a power that I had never known a woman to possess before. In this glimpse, I saw who I had always wanted to be. She was defiant yet gentle, loud yet caring, strong yet loving. Her eyes saw into my soul, and I was in love.

I saw her clasp the men on the back and pull out chairs for the women.

I saw her shake her head and say “No.” Were women allowed to do this? 

I heard her boisterous laugh echo through the party.

I heard her heart sing to me “You are home.”

I was not allowed to approach or speak to her, instead I was shooed away and told to be careful.

I was not allowed to ask questions about this woman, which only created more questions for me. What about her was so poisonous and could that same poison reside inside of me? What was the sin that she committed and was I committing the same sin? How did she infect others and did I infect them too? My mind spun and I felt as if it would never stop spinning. Though she came alone, something inside me understood that she loved women. I knew who she was and I knew that I was her. I understood her. I loved and feared this. I did not want to be a bad person, but I could not stop being me.

It was years before I found out that she Butch, and what Butch meant, and that she and I were cut from the same stone. To this day I have never been allowed to speak to her. I do know that I love her. I know that I love every single butch on this planet, and that I will love them until the day I die.