Watching what has happened at the Ariana Grande concert tonight is shocking. It is low to go after a concert which everyone knew was going to be full with young children and teenagers by themselves, maybe enjoying their first ever concert.
This shouldn’t be happening, young kids and teenagers should be able to go to a concert and have fun and not have to deal with this.
Thank you to the people of Manchester for opening your doors for these people and thank you hotels close by for taking in these poor, afraid and confused children who lost their parents in the rush that happened. Thank you for coming together in this difficult time Manchester.
I am so sorry Ariana Grande fans who just wanted to go and enjoy watching their favourite artist and just have a good time. I’m sorry you got to enjoy the concert for it then to change dramatically at the end.
I know it doesn’t compare but I remember after being at my concert how relaxed I was at the end when the lights came on, I remember not really thinking just remembering my favourite song and how good the crowd was and how much of a great time I had. The people at this concert didn’t get this. Because they were hit with something so horrific.
If any of my followers are from Manchester please, please be on the look out for confused young children who might be lost and scared. Please open up and help people. I wish I could help but I am not in Manchester. If you do have anything the number is: 0161 856 9400.
Also please get the word out to parents and guardians that hotels near by have opened their doors for young children who got separated, the numbers can be found online. Also taxi drivers are offering journeys for free to get people home or to wherever they are staying.
Hiya, i recently read your response to my ask(thank u btw) and u had said you didn't even finish college. Does working at cartoon network not require an arts/ communications degree? What education/ experience is required? Would u recommend finishing college? Would u recommend trying to intern?
Well, I’ve heard rumors that studios are starting to require degrees to get hired, but in my experiences, a degree was never once relevant whatsoever. So I’m not sure if that rumor is just a rumor or not. I never even got asked about my college experience.
I think for a lot of places, your portfolio/skill as an artist sort of acts as your degree as opposed to an actual piece of paper that just says you took classes because your work tells people what they need to know about your abilities more than anything else (this is a very art industry specific thing, I know other careers require those degrees).
Whether or not college is a path you want to take is really up to the individual! I think some people benefit greatly from going to college because they need that work environment to learn and feel they can grow as an artist, while other people are more comfortable learning on their own. At the end of the day, college is just ONE path out of many that can get you where you need to go. Plus, considering how expensive college is in the U.S. nowadays, I personally recommend if you can avoid it and save yourself the loans, do that.
If you can try for the opportunity to intern, I’d say go for it because it looks like it’s a lot of fun! I’ve never interned. :(
I think one important piece of advice I have for people trying to make it in the industry: Don’t limit your options. I’ve seen so many people get very narrow ideas about how they HAVE to get into the industry, saying they HAVE to go to college, or HAVE to go to a specific Art College (*coughyouknowtheonecough*), and so put their lives on hold trying to meet these arbitrary goals that aren’t even their end game goal. If college and getting that degree works for you, then great! But know there are so many other ways and if plan A doesn’t work, try a plan B, or plan C, D, etc. and keep trying different methods until something works out.
my friend was telling me how oatmeal porridge for breakfast gives her more lasting energy so i tried it out yesterday and this morning and I’m telling ya I’m shit fuck ready as heck i am all here man high key mindfulness today gonna be super
hues DOWNCAST to the tray of freshly made cookies in his hands, “could you help me with something?” voice rings out softly; it was a new recipe he was trying ( and failing at ) for the last twelve hours that surely wasn’t going as planned. after two showers trying to rid the flour from his hair and a wash of his clothes later, he was finally semi-satisfied with what he’d done. “do you mind trying one of these and telling me what you think? —– you don’t have to, of course, but i’ll be forever indebted to you?”
i say “i’m seeing a therapist” and he takes a step backwards. why he wants to know. what happened. what made me like this, basically. what was the final step that pushed me safely into the side of scary people like them.
there’s a lot i think about. like how my illnesses effect me outside of the actual symptoms. like beyond the weight there’s a second river to drown in.
i mean we don’t talk about having to stare at employment papers where they ask you to self-identify your problems. that little bead of sweat that forms when you worry - what if i don’t tell them and i need help? what if i tell them and they think i’m a risk factor? what if they won’t give me the job?
we don’t talk about the way some people act when they find out. the ones who are rude about it are one thing. but then there’s those people you thought were your friends who act like you just told them you’re infectious. who become weird and distant and suspicious like a switch flipped. like if they get to close to you, you’ll give it to them.
we learn to be okay with things we overhear on the bus but we never get used to it coming out of the mouth of the people we love. we carry this secret with us like a rotted fruit, clutching it to our bodies. we’re ashamed of our scars in front of our boss. we don’t talk about our panic attacks during lunch breaks. when the cop pulls you over “i’m disassociating” isn’t an excuse we can open the page on. when you watch people make these ranting posts about how real friends always text back, how if someone loves you, they’ll find the time to spend. success stories make other people cry with inspiration while some part of your brain is saying you can’t do that, you’re not like them. things are uglier at the bottom. you can’t explain why you can’t just make friends. you can’t write because you’re depressed but when you’re depressed you write best. you can’t eat today and no don’t ask why please. nevermind taking the train. never mind trying to be happy. never mind reading books and watching movies and wondering where exactly are people like you in hero stories. i watch a video where a man tells me that being depressed is just a mindset. when i wear all black someone remarks i look particularly emo today. it’s 2017 does anyone say emo anymore, i ask her, and she laughs, “you just look like one of those fake-depressed girls.” okay.
i don’t tell him my therapist is actually why things don’t happen anymore. why i’m getting a handle on it. my tongue feels swollen. i feel embarrassed talking about it. in the highest twist of irony, i think of how many people know my problems anonymously on the internet. i almost spill out all my troubles onto him. instead i tell him it’s just a precaution. that i think everyone should really see a therapist, they’re brain mechanics and we all need a tune-up now and then. he relaxes.