#no discourse. only appreciating art for hours

[bogkeep]

just watched this nearly 5 hour long video tour of anime backgrounds. i feel cleansed and inspired to practice drawing backgrounds. will i? surely Someday ,

[lizardsfromspace]

So I guess Film Twitter is apoplectic with rage over some people suggesting they have intermissions in long movies. Not over theaters adding one without the director's consent, but like, at the concept of them

...by which I mean, getting mad at disabled people daring to have complaints. There's a lot of "HAHA are you so STUPID you can't go beforehand? You can't HOLD it for three hours?" and implying you don't deserve to experience art if you can't

And, of course, because Film Twitter is a bunch of insular discourse-addled dipshits, they're tying this...to Marvel. Yes, people are only saying they have health conditions that make sitting still for a three hour movie is because...they're Marvel fans mad at Scorsese, or something?

Why is this complaint new? Well, bc runtimes are ballooning to the levels of the old epic filmmaking days of the 50s-70s. And those movies...had intermissions. Multi-act plays have intermissions. Bollywood films have intermissions. Intermissions were literally just abandoned so studios could cram in more screenings, not out of an artistic ideal. But anyone saying "this would make it easy for me to access this film I want to see" needs to be viciously shouted down and called a moronic, lazy child hating on Scorsese bc of "discourse"

I've seen that meme multiple times and Jesus, look at the bizarre disdain for your fellow human beings embedded in it. You dare still bodily exist during a Martin Scorsese movie? You have a disability I don't? Well, I have no problem just peeing beforehand and not buying popcorn or a soda (you should really just sit their quietly until it's done, when you can pull out your phone to log it on Letterboxd), so what's your problem?

Calling people who are into non-blockbuster films "film bros" is mostly untrue, but man, the hardcore Film Twitter types unambiguously check every box. They're certainly dismissive of anyone outside their little box; extremely insulting, in fact, of how anyone who disagrees with them even slightly must be a Marvel-addled hysterical artless moron. Because nothing says "artistic appreciation" like preemptively calling analysis of a movie's choices "discourse" ("Ugh, I can't believe the DISCOURSE about how a movie portraying a morbidly obese man portrays obese people" - what should they talk about, then, if the movie's subject is instantly off the table?) They think the idea that someone out there may have a disability that prevents them from sitting in one place for three and a half hours is a laughable thing made up by the internet; or when people pointed out that a movie only getting one or two screenings a city may be inaccessible to working people, and these bloggers and podcast hosts dunked on the idea that working class people may like art as a hilarious, made-up thing.

I don't know, maaaaaaybe classing the life experiences and complaints of anyone who isn't you as "discourse" and presuming it's made-up kvetching about nothing as a matter of course is bad, cruel nonsense, actually?

[synergysilhouette]

An alternate take on "Wish" (2023)

I was hoping I wouldn't have to make something like this. I've already done remakes for movies I liked, and I wasn't expecting to make one on this so soon. I heard a lot of discourse about this movie, as well as a lot of praise, and sadly, the negative feelings for the movie are what I aligned with more. It felt like it was rushed and missing important pieces--weird for a movie that's an hour and a half--as well as unrealized concepts altogether.

Human Star--We all know what I'm talking about. At one point, Star was supposed to be a human who romanced Asha, but this was never realized. Some people surmise it's because Star was confirmed to have (at one stage) been modeled after Asha's grandfather Sabino, who would've been dead. However, in my version, Star is Asha's love interest, sans-Sabino inspiration. He (or whatever pronouns you'd like to use, since Star is nonbinary) would've appeared as a Star at first, helping Asha before taking the form of an ethereal young man after hanging out with Safi, Gabo, and Dario. His fashion would be standout from the get-go, very ethereal and vibrant like a walking ball of light--or a peacock, if you will. In contrast to the yellow aesthetic in the concept art, I'd like a rainbow look or a silver and blue appearance, bringing to mind "Colors of the Wind" and "The Soreceror's Apprentice." He wouldn't speak, instead miming and using sign language to communicate, forming close bonds not only with Asha, but Bazeema and Dario. He's funny and silly, but knows when to be serious and empathetic, like a slightly more serious and wiser version of Sisu. When Magnifico sucks the magic out of him, he falls and starts to flicker, similar to Tinker Bell when losing her magic. This is when the reprise of "This Wish" begins.

2. Asha's personality--You know, she wasn't as cringey as I was expecting since she was supposed to be adorakale, but I do prefer her being a bit more mature. I'd make her in her early 20s and give her a personality similar to Mulan and Pocahontas--athletic, determined, and heartfelt, while still being vulnerable without feeling like she tries too hard to be relateable (I swear, the scene with her grandfather and mother reminded me of Mulan being told to learn her place). I'd also give her (and Magnifico) a different design, but I've already made two posts about that. And I'd make her a bit less perfect with her ideals; she cares about others, but she's somewhat of a social climber, wanting to be Magnifico's apprentice specifically so he can grant her and her family's wishes. Magnifico appreciates her for her moment of cynicism, stating how Rosas has only grown in size because people want to use Magnifico's powers and leave.

3. Asha gets the job--Asha gets recommended by Simon to be Magnifico's apprentice, as he's a knight for the king and he trusts his imput. Impressed by how (unintentionally) translucent Asha is, Magnifico decides to make her his apprentice, giving her the power to use magic like he can. As such, she's his apprentice for a bit before running away.

4. Sakina's wish--Since Asha is over the age of 18, she has already given her wish to Magnifico. She's fine with not achieving her wish, but finds out that her mother wished that her father were alive, as she desperately misses him (it's been about a decade by now). Magnifico becomes something like father figure to Asha, but when she realizes he destroyed Sakina's wish in order to give her magic, she's horrified (she actually finds this out by accident, having overheard Amaya and Magnifico) at his disregard for others' dreams and runs away from Rosas. Magnifico sends people to find her and return her, unharmed, but her magic and her pain summons down Star to help her. Magnifico reveals that bringing Asha's father back from the dead is something he can do--but shouldn't, as it would create unforeseeable harm.

5. Magnifico and Amaya's Past--It's weird how a film's villain gets such a short and not-so-sweet backstory despite this fueling their whole ideology, huh? Deciding to pay homage to Disney, I decided to change his backstory, making it so that he is a genie--or, he was. He spent centuries being used and abused by mortals who wanted his wish-granting power, until Amaya found him and they fell in love. She wished him free, but only with the condition that he stay by her side forever, for while Amaya loved him, she loved power as well. It's revealed that she's a sorceress, but her power is much more limited than Magnifico's (see 1992's "Aladdin" for the power dynamic between sorcerers and genies). Similar to the Evil Queen, Amaya keeps a magic mirror that allows her to see anywhere in the realm she desires, as well as transferring her image to any location, and she is able to shapeshift. She is shocked when she discovers that Magnifico can gift others powers on his level, but that he never offered it to her.

6. "At All Costs" and "I'm a Star" are changed for different situations--It's revealed that Amaya is also a villain, and while she loves Magnifico, she has difficulty expressing it, as she frequently emotionally manipulates him in order to control him, as he's never learned the limits of his powers, and believes in maintaining the wishes of Rosas in order to maintain balance and keep bad wishes from being fufilled, which suits his wife just fine, since it makes her subjects more compliant. As a result, "At All Costs" is sung between the two in a powerful, rumbling, vibrant number that shows their twisted love for each other and their subjects. "I'm a Star," on the other hand, is a power ballad Star uses for Asha and the Teens to gain confidence in themselves, using the animals (and having Asha sing) in order to convey the message to her.

7. The Teens are more present and have lives--Simon is already a knight for Magnifico, Dahlia being a cook for Magnifico is more promiment, Safi comes from an affluent family, Hal and Bazeema are dating (just got the vibe; I'm not saying anything is canon), Dario is a farmer's boy with dreams of being a performer, and Gabo is still figuring himself out, fueling his bitterness in the group since everyone else has stuff going on in their personal or professional lives. As such, no one bretrays or turns their back on Asha--at least, not deliberately; Safi and Bazeema are quick to submit when their families are threatened, while Simon is manipulated into thinking that getting Asha back is solely for altruistic reasons.

8. Amaya's deceit--Intending to get Asha back when she realizes she's summoned Star, Amaya shapeshifts into her father (who we'll call Ignacio for now) and says that Magnifico brought him back in order to have her return. Star attempts to alert her of the ruse, but they have a falling out over it, and Asha and "Ignacio" sing a reprise of "At All Costs." However, once they return to Rosas, Amaya reveals her deceit, torturing Asha with depictions of a violently bruised and battered Ignacio before stripping her of her powers and throwing her, Dahlia, Safi, and Bazeema in the dungeons. As such, Star must rally Gabo, Dario, and Hal to help them escape. During this time, "Knowing What I Know Now" starts off on a sad note, as Asha reflects on the complexity of wishes and how Magnifico was somewhat right.

9. Magnifico's Carnage--I want Notre Dame-levels of mass hysteria and destruction; houses are being raided, people are being injured (maybe even killed? Too much?), all because Magnifico is unraveling; after being abused for so long and even learning that his own wife has been secretly using some of his captive wishes and using it to increase her own power, he goes on a rampage, showing the kingdom how selfish they are, and how despite his best efforts to please them, they always wanted more. As such, the kingdom is left in ruins, and Amaya battles him, enraged that she has no one to rule over. Magnifico, not holding back any longer, takes away her own natural powers, leaving her a helpless queen, and during a battle in the throne room, Asha and the gang uses the magic mirror to repel Magnifico's attacks until one of them hits him and Amaya, turning them into a statue of silver and gold.

10. Lessons learned--While Star doesn't come back (kinda want a "If I Never Knew You" song for this generation), his magic is infused into Asha due to his love for her, allowing her to regain her powers and become a fairy godmother. Asha takes this seriously, seeing how her last experiences with wishes taught her so much and cost so many lives. The people of Rosas are humbled by the experience, and the citizens leave the land as night falls, a shooting star pointing to a distant land for them to inhabit. In the end, everyone wonders what future awaits them, and Asha vows to use her magic to help make it a home--though she asks them to be patient with her, since "even miracles take a little time."

11. We get more vibrant colors! SO much looks like they've been watered down instead of colorful and vibrant like "Sleeping Beauty" (the visual inspiration for the film) was.

Lemme know what you think! Keep in mind, I only recently saw this film, so as time passes, I may edit this--or delete this and make a brand new remake post altogether.

[miss-conjayniality]

sitarist jay (drabble)

genre: fluff

pairing: jay x gn south asian!reader

word count: 610

warnings: none

A/N: in honor of all the holidays coming up (holi, vaisakhi, ramadan/eid, etc.), AND also my srk x jay post that sparked desi enha discourse, this one goes out to all my desi engenes!!!! 🫶🏼 happy holi!!!! happy vaisakhi a month in advance. and a ramadan mubarak to those who celebrate.

soft desi engene hours. could u just IMAGINE sitarist!jay and dholi!you!?!??? 🥺

jay is grateful to have a lover who hails from such a gorgeous, rich culture that spans millennia. and as any connoisseur of culture would say - music isn’t just part of culture….it is culture. he’s been playing guitar for many years now. and he wants to venture out into other stringed instruments. and what better way than learning the sitar?

jay enjoys the calming, soulful, and twangy sound of the sitar. it sends him into a trance and he feels completely immersed in a different world. despite it being “different” from what he’s done before, he believes that the language of music is universal - one felt within the heart first and foremost.

he holds a deep reverence for south asian music. be it nusrat fateh ali khan, kishore kumar, mohammed rafi, noor jehan, or asha bhosle, he feels the timeless, evergreen spirit of such compositions pulse within his soul.

watching him learn the sitar is an endearing sight. ethereal even! seeing the level of dedication he has towards mastering such an art form warms your heart. he wants to learn bhajans, shabads, and ghazals for you. all he wants in life is to express his love for you through music. just chillin’ in his kurtas with the sleeves rolled up and his sitar by his side, showing you the ravi shankar songs he’s learned so far.

on the other hand, he too admires you for your passion for percussion. jay loves your appreciation towards the different types of dhol. he fawns over the euphoric feeling you get when hitting every thappi and tiparu and the way you chant your DHAs and DHINs while doing so. jay also appreciates the way you treat your dagga and tilli sticks like they’re your babies. he loves the swingy sound of dhol beats and the swagger you exude while you play.

jay sometimes gets annoyed when you pester him with the sound of your loud ass dhol while he’s peacefully and calmly practicing his sitar. but he knows it’s out of love and good fun. it’s the desi equivalent of the percussionist kids in band disrupting the ones who play the wind and brass instruments. antics aside, jay appreciates the lively spirit and camaraderie that comes with these musical clashes, cherishing the shared moments of cultural exchange and musical banter.

in the end, these musical escapades become cherished memories, shaping jay’s musical journey with a touch of spontaneity and joy. the blend of dhol and sitar, once seemingly contrasting, transforms into a celebration of diversity within your shared love for music. as the two of you continue your artistic pursuits, jay realizes that the moments of lighthearted banter and cultural exchange have added a special rhythm to the soundtrack of your relationship - one of seismic adoration.

with each note played and every shared laugh echoing in the air, jay acknowledges that your artistic pursuits have not only strengthened your musical connection with each other, but have also deepened your bond with him. the rhythm of seismic adoration encompasses the highs and lows, much like the crescendos and decrescendos in your collaborative performances. through the language of music, your relationship thrives, creating a symphony of understanding, support, and shared passion that resonates far beyond the notes of your instruments.

[undefeatablesin]

Hi, I saw your last post!

It's a bit funny to me. I moved from Sonic to Castlevania precisely because Discourse made it intolerable to me, only to see that many people who produced content back in the day moved out of Castlevania for... Discourse, let's just say. But I think I still got the right timing, because not only I found a small yet tightknit community of game fans where I was free to be creative in my own way, now the game fandom is getting fed in all sorts of tasty ways <3

Anyway, my point is, while at first I didn't really like reblogging old art (which was a problem since the best art I've seen was made, like 10 years ago lol), you were one of the artists I found during my binge. I think your CV art is still striking to this day, although I have no doubts that you've improved further since then :) I especially like the way you use thick lines and bright colors, and the soft way you draw faces and the waves of the hair

(also, well, I'm biased because CoD is my favorite CV game, and you have drawn some spectacular Hector, Isaac and Trevor <3)

I think I just wanted to say that I fully understand the feeling of having to distance yourself from something you love, but still being tied to it. And if you ever decide to come back... we're using the tag "akumajou dracula" now. For Reasons ;)

Take care!

Hi there! Thanks for popping in ✨️

As someone who just watches from afar these days, seeing the paradigm shift starting to happen in the CV fandom right now has been pretty vindicating and uplifting! It is a much better time to be an active fan of the games than it was when I was participating in the community a few years ago, that's for sure.

I'm still really grateful even my old and less polished work was able to bring some joy to newcomers to the fandom though! It's been a really pleasant surprise to see the influx of engagement lately and I really appreciate you taking the time to stop by to mention it. I like to at least think my work has seen some improvement since then, so perhaps I'll put that theory to the test if I ever revisit some of my old CV art in the present 😂

Hector and Trevor are my beloveds right next to Leon and Mathias, all of which rotted my brain for immeasurable hours of my life, but they are hours I look back upon very fondly! It'd be a treat to draw them again some day with (potentially) new and improved skills and now seems like a great time to do so at that. I may not be an active participant in the fandom nowadays, but I will always be a lover of the franchise regardless 💙

Thank you for your kind words and the heads-up about the tag! I'll be sure to use it if I have anything new to bring to the scene.

[pascalpvnk]

hi molly!

i’m back with another “gentle reminders” ask. it goes in line with one of my personal goals this year of trying to work on my kindness and how i show that kindness to others.

the beginning of a new year is always a bit tough for many people, for many reasons but at the scale of the fandom, i have noticed some negativity starting to spread. maybe it’s bound to happen on any social media but i always considered tumblr to be different, to be over the kind of discourse you could find on other apps. this place has been a true haven for many of us and i would like to keep it that way, so i thought, as a way to counterbalance this negativity, i could compensate with a nice message for one of the driving forces in the fandom: our dear writers.

i would like to begin by saying thank you.  thank you for dedicating your time, your energy, your love and sharing pieces of yourself with us. the fandom wouldn’t be what it is without you: just like a body needs a brain or a heart to function properly, fandoms need writers like they need others contributing. thank you for offering diversity, engaging with different tropes and characters to reach as many readers as possible. i will admit, some things proposed are not my cup of tea but i know they can be enjoyed by others, the same way some of my favorite fics wouldn’t necessarily attract others. so thank you for giving a chance to everyone to find what they enjoy, to discover, to learn, to cry, to laugh, to love and to be able to do so in an open, safe space. thank you for interacting with us as well. thank you for responding to our questions, sharing snippets when we get impatient, teasing us with your new ideas and making life a little more fun and exciting every day. and of course, thank you for doing all of this for free. for expecting so little in return when you give us so much.

now a few things i want you to remember: 

although we’re all thankful for having access to your art, your first fan should be yourself. write what you enjoy, write that self-indulgent fic, write your favorite trope, an improbable duo or crossover because you’ve always wanted to. do it for yourself. in the same way, have fun with it. writing is a hobby, it’s not your job, it’s not supposed to be a chore. so do what makes you happy. don’t worry about updating fics, about being slow, about posting too much or too little. some things might take time, some might need an hour to be posted but in the end, they all matter just the same. they’re worth being read and cherished and we will appreciate them. whether you have thousands of notes or barely a few hundreds, you have your place here. you’re still an amazing writer, you’re still an artist regardless of the stats. 

whether i've had time to binge-read your stories or just discovered you. thank you. i love you. i’m grateful for you. i see and appreciate your work. your efforts. you.  i’m sorry if you’ve ever been received with negativity but i hope this can make up for some of it.  you deserve nothing but kindness and appreciation and i hope you know how much you matter here.

sending you all my love,

anna 💗

Anna 🥺🥺 I’m literally crying on the toilet rn this is so sweet 😭 I’ve been struggling with my motivation to not only write but live life the way I want to in general. Thank you for carving out time in your day to write out this lovely message, your kind words are exactly what this fandom needs, esp after the last couple weeks we’ve had.

Saving this note in my back pocket for when I need it most. You’re truly a gem, I love you and your selflessness. I hope the new year has been treating you with love, support and happiness. Come over here so I can smooch your forehead 😤💞

thank you 🩷

[rosedosed]

🌻 🌻 🌻 !!!!!

HIIII HI HI THANK YOUU 🥰

1. There’s Talks about two friends and me moving in together and though I’m a little careful (I’ve seen many friendships torn apart after becoming roomies) I’m CAUTIOUSLY VERY EXCITED!! I currently live in a small studio apartment with very little interaction between the housemates and I love a little personal space but Bro I Miss being having roommates. I don’t mind getting most of my social kicks from going out and meeting people but going on holiday I’m always hit with how pleasant it is to live with a whole bunch of friends around me at all times.

2. Jumping off 1^, I’ve also noticed I benefit a lot from having people around me as an artist. Art and writing (my big passions) are incredible but they’re also very SOLITARY experiences. I’ve noticed that many artist-influencers (especially on tiktok) are really good at editing their videos to make it seem like art is a quick, fun, relaxing and social process, but in practice art-creation takes fucking hours and usually those hours are spent in isolation. As much as I want to draw for the rest of my life, I notice that sitting hunched over a tablet for half a day without having people around me to pull me back to earth when I get too lost in the sauce just isn’t super good for my mental health, so I cannot wait to move into a home with palz and Exist & do Art Together

3. Now that I’m already monologuing lets make it 3/3; I notice that many artists stop drawing as much as soon as they leave high-school/adolescence. This is super understandable (adult life is busy as hell) but many of them (me included) are a little sad about it. Here’s what I’ve done to remedy this a little bit & keep drawing consistently as an adult;

Figure out why art appeals to you, figure out why you gravitated towards art, why you need it, and then listen to that need. If you create art to tell stories; tell stories. If you create art to make money; sell merch or take commissions. If you create art purely for yourself; DO THAT. If you wanna retain a hobby make sure you still do it for you. And if you find out that you don’t really feel the need to create art anymore don’t you dare resent yourself for it that’s fine. You’re not defined by what you create, you’re defined by what drives you & if creating art doesn’t drive you that’s totally fine you can do whatever you want forever! 💖

Find your Artist Identity Sweet Spot. I, for example, don’t find the life of a full-time freelance artist appealing. It sounds stressful and not suited to my needs, that’s why I combine it with two other part-time jobs and never refer to myself as an artist in a commercial way. What’s more, I try to make space for art as a social activity to meet my extroverted needs. Live drawing! Collaborations! Art-dates! Figure drawing! The lifestyle of the solemn solitary artist just doesn’t suit my golden retriever ass no matter how much I thought it had to, and the sooner I figured that out the sooner I could work to fit art into my life more comfortably. Don’t try to fit some arbitrary artist mold. It doesn’t exist and it’s only gonna make you sad. There is no The Artist, there is only YOU; THE ARTIST.

Speaking of you; draw for YOU I cannot overstate this enough. Appeal to YOURSELF and you’ll always have an audience. Cringe culture is FAKE. Online art discourse is a BLACK VORTEX. Following your passions is BASED and you have to do it RIGHT NOW. I’ve been unabashedly drawing SELF-INDULGENT TTRPG CONTENT for an audience of 7 for the past 2 years and I’m so in my own front-seat about it. I’m much happier than I was trying to appeal to ppl who only appreciated my art when I deliberately tried to cater to them. I promise; if you feel like people’s expectations are limiting you in what you truly want to do; there’s people out there who will truly appreciate your work and trying to cater to those who don’t is only gonna piss you off in the long run. Draw whatever makes you happy I don’t give a fuck what it is as long as it makes you happy.

Sorry for talking so much here’s a picture of a mural I saw yesterday

[noisycowboyglitter]

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26/30 Critical Review

I am a firm believer that art has a purpose, one to evoke feelings, as well as having the power to generate discourse on a variety of subjects, whether the viewer is prompted to or not. The same can be said with everyday objects. It is safe to assume that even the most miniscule and disregarded objects can induce an emotion in a person and:

bring philosophy down to earth. When we focus on objects, physicians and philosophers, psychologists and designers, artists and engineers are able to find common ground in everyday experience (Turkle, 2007, p.08).

My Creative Enquiry module looks to investigate this common ground, through works that explore uncanny sensations, whilst utilising objects that, in my eyes, are alluring, and hold power. Philosopher Jane Bennett describes these objects perfectly in Vibrant Matter, they are, “vibratory - at one moment disclosing themselves as dead stuff and at the next as live presence: junk, then claimant; inert matter, then live wire.” (2010, p.05). Whilst walking, I often find myself gazing at the abundance of debris around me, in the hopes of finding something that elicits a feeling in me. These feelings are hard to explain; they are an excitement, an appreciation, a satisfaction. I keep walking, keep looking, rarely stumbling upon these objects. I am very particular. Sometimes I will pass rubbish, a discarded packet of crisps for example, and view it as just that, a discarded packet of crisps. Other times, the packet will speak to me, through its arrangement, its interactions with its surroundings, inciting feelings of satisfaction. These objects are either collected, if applicable, or recorded in a catalogue where they are captured through photography, in that given moment. I plan on displaying this catalogue, allowing viewers to come up with their own dialogues with these objects, just like I have.

My practice has stagnated of late; the objects I yearn for fail to appear, slowing down the making process and resulting in works that are not as successful. This gives me an opportunity to look back on the objects I never physically collected, the ones I only hold skewed memories of, prompting the memory series of works. The most memorable is the trilby hat I passed on the M8 on the bus for around two months. The hat was black and sat right next to the kerb of an overpass. I gained an attachment to this hat, purposely waiting to look at it for a split second from the window of the bus. One day however, it was gone. It might sound silly to be upset about the disappearance of a discarded object that I never owned, but I held a dialogue with the hat; there was an agreement between us, we would never cross paths. At times, I wanted to stop on the motorway in the early hours of the morning while traffic was scarce to pick the hat up. There was always a reluctance, perhaps for my safety, or for the fact that the hat would no longer be ‘the hat on the motorway’, but the dirty old hat I now had my hands on. On the other hand, a broken bollard from outside the college building, remained. As to not have events repeat themselves, I collected the bollard, not easily I want to add, and it will play a key role in my final submission.

As aforementioned, my wish is to incite uncanny sensations within my work, purposely exploring themes of the double. The double, deriving from Otto Rank’s ‘der doppelganger’,  is a key component in uncanny theory, based on the unnatural phenomenon of witnessing one’s own replica (Barnstone, 2016, p.01). This has led to questions about whether all art, has a doubling effect. Philosopher Emmanuel Levinas believes art acts as a mimicry of its subject, a trace of a moment in time, whether physical, conceptual, or emotional (1989, pp. 137-138). This is an interesting stance to take, however one that makes a lot of sense. Art in its simplest form is a physical and indexical representation of the artists thoughts and actions at that given moment. This is uncanny as normally, we don’t have the ability to stop time. Emotive and alluring objects also have the ability to return a viewer, or owner of said object, back to a certain time, helping them relive past memories or emotions, as if they were happening for the first time.

Over the course of the academic year, I have been creating life-like casts and sculptural forms of my own body, I have a particular interest in the hand, with which I am able to generate uncanny sensations for myself, as well as hopefully the viewer. It is easy to get carried away trying to make something scary and/or abject; but that is not uncanny. Founding father of the theory, Ernst Jentsch (1906, p.08), defines the uncanny as a word used to describe feelings of unease, confusion, or feeling out of place due to something that is foreign to us. Psychoanalyst Sigmund Freud disagrees however, stating it revolves around something we are accustomed to, yet find alien in that given moment, a juxtaposition of emotion (1919,pp.01-02). Clearly, there is vast discourse on the exact definition of the uncanny, something that Freud himself mentions in his seminal text on the topic. What is clear however, is that the uncanny can be used as a tool to elicit strong emotions in a viewer. Practicing multi-media artist Natascha Diels sees the uncanny as a tool for exploiting and altering a person’s emotions (2014, p.75). She is not alone; many artists utilise feelings of discomfort in viewers, especially through the double, one of them being British sculptor Antony Gormley, a major influence for this modules outcomes. Gormley is known for his meticulous and intimate body casting technique of being tightly wrapped in cling film, then plaster covered scrim, to create his own doubles in masses (White Cube, n.d.). He describes this practice as  “an embodied moment of human time captured in matter” (Gormley quoted by White Cube, n.d.). These works are displayed simultaneously as gallery pieces, and site-specific installations, like 6 Times, situated along the Water of Leith. When viewing these figures, it is easy to mistake them for real humans, but we are brought back to reality when realising they are ‘lifeless’. Casting my own body, my own hand in particular, is an attempt to generate uncanny sensations in viewers. The use of plaster and cement, two unnatural materials, helps to create a juxtaposition with the natural hand, an object we are accustomed to. Viewing these hands in a completely different setting to normal should aid with this phenomenon. 

When these two strands of research amalgamate, in the form of what I like to call 3D collage, the viewer is met with uncanny sensations, as well as an internal critique or discourse of the included objects. This body of work is heavily influenced by Claude Levi-Strauss’ discussion on bricolage, a term that in the context of art, describes the practice of using the materials you have, for diverging purposes (Tate, 2017), as well as general assemblage methods of combining materials that have been discarded or have lost their intended purpose. Reclaiming leftover clay from previous students has played a key role in this way of working, with it being used both as a sculptural material, as well as a substrate for press moulding. I think it is really fascinating that the clay I am using had a previous purpose and life, linking with my research of the power of objects.

My practice over the last four years has seemed to, almost in all cases, utilise the hand in one way or another, and it makes a reappearance here once again. I do not see the hand as a way to convey a thought, or ideas of touch, intimacy, and connection; instead I find myself drawn to using the hand as the subject matter of the work perhaps for a more personal reason. In his book-long study of the uncanny, Nicolas Royle touches on Freud’s strange yet important admission that delving into the topic of the uncanny is unnatural for him and is somewhat impulsive but felt necessary (2003, p.07). Could this relate to my own situation? Is there something uncanny about the decision to use the hand in my work? Can I classify my hand as an evocative object? Right now, I do not have a definitive answer. I think the hand is edging towards that area however, being an object I have fixated on and relied on for artistic inspiration, and one I hope to continue researching beyond my BA.

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[chantsdemarins]

Find Tom: Part 2

(a little new art too)

The whole "soccer era" Tom was the push I needed to jump back into a Tom fic, although I am by far much more comfortable just sticking with Loki. I hope this isn't cringey. It’s not that great but I feel like it needs to be posted. 😑

⚠️It's mature so no under 18 readers!

❤️It's a love poem with not a lot of plot!

☠️I used some new smutty words

Lastly, I truly appreciate anyone who takes the time to read my work! No comment is too small, no reblog is unfelt. I wouldn't do any of this if I didn't have readers. You mean the world to me.

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Read Find Tom Part 1

He had stayed an extra week-you had called in to work with hope and a prayer you wouldn’t lose your job.

How could you have known that the remarkable business of bedding a movie star not only included being passionately taken on every mid-modern furnishing capable of withstanding Tom’s athleticism but also came replete with nuanced discussions of such things as little-known facets of British history?

A mere night with this man would have been impossible. His words alone filled the time so completely while his cock took up the rest of the hours left in the day. You needed a lifetime but would have to settle for a week. You also felt like Tom’s spare thoughts were enough to earn him a second Cambridge degree.

You often found yourself pouring strong coffee between glasses of Cab to keep your mind sharp enough to ask intelligent follow-up questions. Which you always did. It was impossible not to notice how his conversational ability effervesced through him, a surging sparkle that galvanized in his eyes, creating a disproportionate lure and the impulse to return the enchanting discourse in kind. Over the course of the week, you had time to observe how many of Tom’s features would appear as backdrops to his emotions.

Like the plane of his nose, its pristine alpine slope, when he was grinding his hips into you. Or how his smile consumed half of his face while his lips found yours.

His eyes were mesmerizing vehicles of his intellect like twin comets streaking the sky. You had to watch them. You couldn’t take your own eyes off them. He saw not only you but what was beyond you, possibly what you would become. He had a witchy sense.

Also, strangely when you least expected it, a pallor of sadness would also occasionally descend between your bodies. A departure from his enthusiastic nature that usually led the way. It was clear something had made a lasting impact on him. Was it another woman? A situation? Strife of the elite? Champagne problems that you could never understand. You wanted to ask him to tell you, but you let the sadness be a silent companion to your passion.

All this revelation was amplified in the vintage quiet of the Sea Ranch cottage you had all to yourselves.

That first night, he took you easily. Perhaps embarrassingly easy. After all, you’d been wet since you saw him from across the crowded room. An uncomfortable distraction while you talked about your lives and listened to the quartet play The Lark Ascending in the main room of the after-party. Something about the tender violin and his deep voice from a place far away. The details. The decorations, wild peach-colored streamers blowing in the ocean wind battering the rafters. A hum in your ears.

The way he leaned in closer when you knew he could hear you. You’d swallow him up if given the chance. Later at his Sea Ranch cottage, what felt like an eternity after so much conversation and ephemera, you were finally a crumpled passionate mess. You remember looking down and seeing him finally enter you, the implications, the spectacle.

You felt your breath leave and never quite return.

Later as dawn coursed through and put the evening to rest, Tom made sure to use the California poppy napkins to tidy you both up but stopped himself short of a full janitorial protocol. There was something a little wicked about his disregard. He liked seeing you wrecked. He liked seeing the lingering elements of the sex you just had, still on you. He didn’t want to make things too neat. You felt exposed but did not want to assemble a wall between you.

The instinct was that of vulnerability. Only sometimes found in casual romance. Only sometimes experienced by you.

By Tuesday, Tom’s effulgent historical discourse had fully found its way into your conversation yet again. You sat on the ocean-facing porch in two aging red deck chairs, a temptation for Tom’s fingers. He easily peeled off their flaking paint and collected it into a neat pile on the property’s 1972 glass Sands Hotel ashtray.

He would continue to move the small pile around with his long finger mixing the chipped paint with the singed tobacco and marijuana wrappings from the day for the hours you talked. Tom would grow quiet only when he rolled his own cigarettes one-handed.

You wondered if he smoked back in London or only when on holiday or business, or as an affront to suffocating California standards of healthy living. The sea wind picked up and moved through his rust-colored hair, salt air conjuring it into full attention.

Apparently, he had forgotten his blow dryer, but now, surprisingly, he seemed besotted with his curls. He ran his hands through them as he resumed your previous conversation.

You tried not to lose your concentration on the details. Tom’s mental ephemera began to have a companion in the details of his being you were collecting in the hallows of your own mind. Topics spun wildly from one to another but often fell back into history and philosophy. You prided yourself in keeping up, even if you had to use the cottage's old ethernet cable and early 2000s PC to look up “ontology.”

"British history is rife with privileged white opportunists, wouldn't you say?" His words were intended for both the relentless waves below and you as he stared off into the inky distance. That was quite the conversation shift. You had both just been talking about Steinerberg, Switzerland. He’d been while filming The Night Manager. He went on.

"Take William Bennett, for example, a complete ass."

"William Bennett?" Repeating his choice of subject often gave you a few vital seconds to collect your thoughts.

"Indeed. He essentially earned his fame from an aquatint print of the New York City fire in 1836. The untold story is that he bought the original sketch from an impoverished Italian artist, Nicolino Calyo. Calyo was there amidst the 700 homes succumbing to flames. Bennett essentially duplicated it, and therefore, as a wealthy, idle British artist, he managed to elude any consequences." You scrunched your nose in a silent response before replying.

"And Calyo?" you finally ventured, already anticipating Tom's reply.

"Naturally, he ended up dead and destitute. The old D and D, if you will.”

You laughed but felt a parallel emerge within you. Your life seemed uncomfortably akin to Nicolino Calyo's. Your mind raced - was Tom, beneath his casual Louis Vuitton button-down, a modern William Bennett? Your thoughts looped back to yesterday's breathy exchange after you’d gone down on him and where you confessed that after a long hiatus, you'd begun painting again. Was he secretly archiving the ideas you'd shared about your nascent series, ready to unearth them during his leisure in Margate - a place allegedly sharing the "spirit and design" of Sea Ranch? While Tom moved your things inside as the chill of the evening overtook you both, your mind was fixated on your previous conversation.

In your carnally vexed state, you'd unveiled your infatuation with the hues of mint green, adobe red, and translucent pink. His curiosity had been particularly piqued by "adobe," which led to a discourse on the disparity between the tangible "true adobe" and the digitized shade we've now associated with the word.

He reflected on his time in New Mexico during the filming of the first Thor movie, where he was first introduced to the color scheme of the American Southwest. It had been a captivating conversation that moved fast. An image of Tom as a reincarnated William Bennett, unveiling his own mint green and adobe masterpiece at a glitzy auction event eight years from now felt lodged in your mind.

Apparently, this emerging anxiety of trusting such a departure from your usual type of lover was hard. None of your other partners would still an idea you had for a painting and make millions from it, but of course, neither would Tom. You were becoming irrational. You poured yourself a new glass of wine, emptying another bottle. Closing your eyes for a moment by yourself while Tom assembled the next part of your evening with his usual intentionality intact, even if he didn’t catch your mood. He tracked even the tiniest details in the short time you’d spent together. You wondered if his sadness had descended, preventing him from noticing.

The next day you made love in the early morning hours, savoring his body. He was deeply asleep his naked luminosity shining against the white of the sheets. Tom still smelled like the rosemary he had picked from the bushes out front. You had watched him in his running shorts and nothing else, springs of rosemary in his hands.

He remarked about how wild rosemary doesn’t grow in England; at least, he didn’t think so. He joked he would take some of it back in his suitcase. He’d smell like California. He’d smell like privileged things like taking an extra week off. At that moment, you had felt his lineage as if a halo surrounded him - an impenetrable force field.

The afternoon found you both in the living room, wrapped in tartan blankets, partaking in an improvised indoor picnic. Tom had run a 10-mile round trip to Jenner's only grocery store. The sight of him returning with baguettes, ham, brie, and more wine bottles settled his existence in your mind as a true enigma. His sweaty, proud smile covered his face completely as held the baguette up to the sky in a triumphant cheer. You ran to him and held him around his middle.

You always loved the way tall skinny guys felt. It was a too-familiar gesture for such a casual situation, you tried to pull back, but he nestled his head into the crook of your shoulder. You closed your eyes and heard only the ambient sound of birds.

The morning of the sixth day, you dressed in his white undershirt and boxer shorts. You both reveled in the amusement of exchanging clothing items to create new outfits each day. The addition of Tom’s packed subtly luxurious clothing gave you both interesting options. His Armani suit jacket with just your black underwear. Tom amusingly in your skirt, paired with his unexpected choice of nude suede Herve ankle boots.

Your scarf and his sleek Ray-Bans. His running shorts were cleverly repurposed as a strapless jumpsuit. In the end, the clothes would always come off. You would be naked. You would have your hands consuming one another in a shocking discovery of hidden pleasure. The responses were the truth.

The thing you both could trust. In his sighs, in the warm breath that haunted your collar bones. In the flush of his cheeks. In the sweat on his forehead or the goosebumps on your arms when his fingertips traced the edges of your body with the precision of an engineer, you held on to the touches, the utterances of euphoria. With every orgasm, you felt the incredible raw honor of being human.

You wanted to slow it down long enough to feel it truly. To feel a king cuming inside you. To feel his cum and his claim while lost in the gravity of his eyes. Those magnificent extensions of his brain were a lifeline. Your bodies became sculptures, black quartz in the hot sun.

By Sunday, the end of your time together had finally found its way to you. He whispered in your ear after pulling out, catching any breath he could. He could only stay until Monday, he had to go back to London. You stared at the slow oscillations of the Casablanca ceiling fan. “I’ll miss this,” your words were an echo of the real words you longed to say.

His eyes closed, lashes casting delicate shadows on his cheeks.

The woman he would one day choose to marry, you thought, God help her. She would undoubtedly be transformed if your brief moments with Tom were any sign. However, for some melancholic reason, you knew it wasn’t going to be you.

You weren’t destined to be the lover who would eventually turn into a wife. He only had room for the ecstasy of passion and intellectual tête-à-têtes. This affair was incomplete, with no clear conclusion in sight. It wasn't a tale like that of William Bennett and his ill-gotten fame through art theft—a story with a beginning, middle, and end.

No, this was something else entirely. Suddenly, as if he was privy to the endless stream of inner thoughts, Tom spoke. "I met you at the right time, y/n," he said, his piercing blue eyes now open.

He jumped out of bed and casually dressed, slipping on a single item of clothing or, more accurately, an accessory — his Gucci belt wrapped sideways around his bare body. It was difficult to concentrate as he strolled past the expansive windows of the cottage. His muscles and his semi-hard cock were the only things holding that thing in place. Your cheeks grew hot. Tom followed up his emotional revelation with a more practical question.

"Shall I make us eggs on this, our final morning together?”

Without waiting for your response, he ventured into the kitchen, energetically rummaging through the cabinets in search of pepper before swinging open the refrigerator.

As he busily prepared breakfast, his underlying sadness was emerging, defying the rational part of his mind that wished it weren't there. Balancing a glass bowl against his stomach, he swiftly began whisking eggs, his intense gaze fixed upon you. This prompted you to inquire once more, "Why is this the right time, Tom?"

He continued whisking the eggs as he replied, "You found me, truly. Sometimes, we serve that purpose for others, akin to amateur archaeologists. Returning to London, I will be more whole, not less."

You found yourself fidgeting with the hem of Tom's t-shirt you were now wearing.

"You desired this life you have didn't you? You wanted fame?"

"I don't know, y/n. I wanted to do what I loved," Tom confessed, pouring the frothy mixture into the heated pan.

"I doubt it’s that simple, I'm sure you've had to make difficult decisions to reach the top."

"Like parting ways with a beautiful woman I met while on an extended work trip?"

"Yes, exactly like that,” you struggled to say.

"It happens all the time, love, all the time. Regret is my middle name. Thomas Regret Hiddleston."

With that sentence, he refocused his attention on cooking, his hands and mind engaged in a synchronized activity not unlike sex, serving a similar yet less emotional purpose.

You discovered a tablecloth tucked away in the back of a cabinet and spread it over the aged blonde table. Professionally, he placed the plates of food before you.

"Quite the last supper we have here," you remarked, attempting a joke to mask your emerging underlying sadness, though failing in your intended delivery.

Your gaze fell to the floor, unable to meet the sunlight streaming through the windows or Tom's eyes. He continued in his relational eulogy, "Its breakfast, y/n, and many more will come. Someday, you'll have a partner, and I'll have someone too. We'll be enjoying meals with them, and something will trigger a memory. Perhaps we'll be by the sea on vacation, and you'll remember me, and I'll remember you."

So he was thinking similar thoughts as you. He did not feel he met his future wife at a Bay Area film festival after-party. It was a long shot at best. You nervously tried to continue talking.

"Of course, not simultaneously. How could we possibly know if we remember each other at the same time?"

"We will never know, y/n. We will only remember each other out-of-sync for the rest of our lives."

With that bittersweet but strangely truthful statement, he reached across the table and gently took your hand and kissed it. You wouldn’t watch him leave late that night. You skipped the coffee after the wine, and poured yourself another, watching the moon reflect off the darkness of the glass.

[bathynalia]

More than you could know.

Retail fucking sucks. Amaranth has gotten good at coping with it though, between social media addiction and little appeals to her self esteem. But god, wouldn't it be nice if she could shut her brain off for a while? If only she had some kind of tentacled eldritch horror to help her out with that. (Thanks to @hutiapendra for the header!) ----------------------------------------------------

Every day, Amaranth got sick of her job in new and familiar ways. Dissociating her way through the “thank you”s, the “can I return this open package”s, the “Bring Me a Manager”s. It felt like all day, every day, she came in and cut her brain into pieces. One for the lady with the alleged service dog biting people. One for the man who had a good chuckle at her name tag. Five-fucking- thousand slices for all the kids screaming because their parents wouldn’t buy them those tantalizing snacks in the checkout aisle.

She savored her hour-long lunch break with the thorns of a famished porcupine. Nobody could make her even think about work. Instead, she gave her miniscule remaining slice of self to the internet. One tweet for the masses of other deadbeat trans girls in her phone. On a good day, this would be something like: “i think we should all be furries but not in the mascot way like we should all just run into the woods and pee on sticks”. This garnered comments that boiled down to variations of “or each other.” Not her thing, but she appreciated the brazen perversion as an escape from her customer service smile. Amaranth had a very carefully curated feed of weirdos and freaks and this was a source of genuine pride for her. On a bad day, such as today: “retail fucking sucks.”

Flipping over to her own page, Amaranth saw that the header image was some stupid slap-dash edit of some orange tomato-looking fruits surrounded by dollar bills with her avatar’s face plastered over them. She had to find some way to restrict her access to social media when she was high off her ass. Then again it probably made good shitpost content.

She chuckled to herself and flipped back to her timeline. This was a vital part of her lunch-time rituals. She would scroll until she inevitably saw some new world event, reaction to online discourse, or plea for crowdsourced rent payments until she remembered that the world sucks, everyone sucks, and it would only ever get worse. From then until her manager harassed her to get back to work, she did little besides scrolling and skimming, barely reading or doing more than liking some art or article she thought she might come back to appreciate later. This was a justification she would inevitably fail to follow through on.

Vitally, this served to prime her for the remainder of her shift: it gave her something to not think about while she helped people. It was much easier to explain that no, not all phones took the same chargers, than it was to feel guilty for ignoring the desperation in that internet panhandler. She was barely getting by as she was. Maybe she should make one of those too. Or maybe that was a humiliating ordeal of vulnerability and she could sell foot pics instead. She wondered every day why she hadn’t gotten into that market yet.

Amaranth gave away a few more slices of herself on the way home. One to apologize for how long she took sliding her crumpled bills in for the bus fare. One for the group of drunk moms who splashed openly carried beer in water bottles as they toasted their daylight bar crawl. One for the man with the scraggly cheek-hairs asking for a light when she got off at her stop. Amaranth didn’t smoke, but she made a point of carrying a lighter because the culture of it appealed to her. That one actually felt nice. One slice given, one slice received. The sun was nearly down, and the air chillier than her oversized sweater was suited for, but Amaranth felt an unusual spring in her step. Maybe this was her purpose. She might fade away under the cruelty of the world, but she could offer reprieve to everyone else coming down with her. She made a mental note to send five bucks to that poster she saw if she made rent this month.

It wasn’t until Amaranth walked through the door of her studio apartment that she remembered she had a roommate. She always remembered right under that threshold. It was another ritual in her day that she was getting pretty good at taking in stride.

“Parsimony, my favorite delusion! I return triumphant, hating the universe one iota less than usual!” Amaranth threw herself on the couch and felt the new yet familiar slither of her unknowable partner’s arms coiling around her torso. Amaranth had long since stopped trying to comprehend what exactly she was cohabitating with. Knowledge of the entity’s presence only maintained itself within the confines of the apartment, and the shape of her body faded the moment you took your eyes off her. But that was fine. Amaranth knew all she had to, which was that Parsimony loved her, and she knew how to use her tentacles.

Parsimony grumbled. If she was such a delusion, then who washed the dishes Amaranth left in the sink all week?

Amaranth waved her hand dismissively. “It’s a term of endearment. Really, thank you. The rain lately, it’s made me wanna jump in a gutter. But hey, today it was just dry and cold, I had a nice chat with a strange man, and I have a wonderful new idea for a business opportunity.”

Parsimony reminded her that she had attempted to sell pictures of her feet online five times in the past month and every time she had stopped short of a deal because she was paranoid about her recipient somehow using the background information in the photo to dox her.

“Oh, shit yeah, good thinking.” Amaranth sat up and waltzed into the kitchen. “Well, with all these clean dishes, I oughtta make us something nice for dinner. In the mood for anything specific? Ramen? Freezer pizza?”

Parsimony slid a tendril under Amaranth’s shirt, groping at her chest and creating a faint haze at the corners of her vision. She intoned that she would like a portion of Amaranth’s conscious mind. It would fill itself back in, of course. Nothing to fear.

Amaranth stared straight ahead, catching her breath.

“That sounds good. Real good. Wait your turn though, I’m fucking starving.”

(Read the rest here! Tumblrs being rude to Parsimony)

[kocch]

I'm gonna tag byler because it's the only fandom where I'm active and sometime I am a (very average) fanwriter and fanartist for the ship... But I think it's a general discourse that involves fandom spaces and the evolution of fandom culture.

As a dean of fandoms (since I've been in fandom for so many years already), I am used to write comments to fics i like or share the art I enjoy and everything, maybe because I've been on both sides of enjoying/creating fan content, I'm always active at my best capacity... But I've noticed a shift in the past years, maybe due to how fast the net is, how big the fandom is for stranger things, etc, of everything becoming disposable and almost a given, and just the pace of it all is so fast that we're used to get content and just push a like button and moving forward... But artists spend hours doing that fan content, for their own enjoyment but also for engagement with the fanbase and all, to carve themselves a tiny space in the fandom and to share their love for said fandom/ship/show.

If you like a fanart, reblog it. Or if it's on instagram, like it and comment it. Write tags, even just a 'i love it it's so cool' one. Write some comment to the author, show you love it... Every single like counts, obviously, but there is nothing like getting a cute comment under a piece of work, no matter if it's as good as Caravaggio or just a simple sketch, if You Enjoy it then show it. It matters to artists.

Same with fanfictions, it happens so often to me that I read a fiction, see they have 200 kudos and only 2 comments... Kudos are amazing, notwithstanding that I think there is a lack of effort for comments that are longer than six words (I like it so much wow!)... I'm not saying everyone has to write a literature analysis under a fanfiction, but even just pointing out your favourite parts in a fic, some plot twist you liked, some lines that resonated with you, or the way the writer wrote a character... It makes the difference!

It tells a message to the artist, I appreciate the time you spent creating this content and sharing it with us. And it matters :')

[bibbykins]

Cookies and Fingertips (M)

Some Jimin loving! We love to see it! I hope you all enjoy this installation as I try to figure out how to properly flesh out characters in a drabble series. Am not sure how I’m doing there but I hope you all enjoy it nonetheless. As always, tips are not required but greatly appreciated, just like your thoughts! Pls share your thoughts though, they brighten my day!

Note: This is part of a drabble series The Household’s Bunny

Summary: You and Jimin met long before you moved in, and yet, you’re not sure if he even likes you. So what else is there to do but take every opportunity to talk to him until you figure it out? 

Jimin has had a debilitating crush on you long before you moved in and he is almost positive there is no way you’d feel the same. And yet, he doesn’t have the strength to properly avoid you.

Word Count: 4k

Warnings: 18+, soft yandere-ish, obsessive thoughts, possessive thoughts, fingering, handjob, subspace, cum eating (sorta?), discussion of hospitalization, mentions of a stalker, mentions of passing out, the word “fat” is used, a moment of thigh riding, surprise kiss, insecurity

Jimin looked across the courtyard as his eyes remained fixated on your form. You were a simple second year in college and he was just a breath away from graduating. He first laid eyes on you a mere year ago and he can't remember what life was truly like before you smiled at him. You both had only ever exchanged pleasantries, so he opted to wait for the right time to make his move.

“That’s not true.” Your voice snapped Jimin from his staring contest with the PowerPoint slides, “That’s an antiquated idea, not a proven theory.” He looked to you, a couple rows down. You were plump and cute to say the least. He recognized you from a few of his courses. He had heard you were a double major in Art and… damn, what was the other?

The man you had rebutted had his face turning red, “It is proven, it was studied in 1973 with significant results yielded.” Jimin had no idea what you both were debating but he watched a sea of student nod in agreeance with you, some with the guy. What class was he even in? He looked at the PowerPoint slides, reading them for the first time today. Ah, he was in his psych of gender class. Maybe you were a psych major.

“In 1973, with no women in the participant pool, are you not seeing the issue in making a multi-gendered generalization whilst utilizing one genders perspective, a perspective that is also quite dated, mind you?” You cocked a brow and Jimin found himself a bit amused at the man who scoffed.

“You learn those words in high school two months ago?” He snapped back and Jimin grimaced along with most of the lecture hall. 

“What? You need me to define them?” You quipped, eliciting some laughter as the professor regrouped.

“Ah, educational discourse.” The professor joked lightly as Jimin’s eyes remained fixed on you as you noticed a few lingering gazes on you, shrinking in your seat.

He saw you in the lunch hall, sitting alone, not uncommon for anyone in college, except your eyes were a bit puffy. Before he could even question the urge, he acted. Within a few steps, he was at your table and you looked up in confusion, “Uh, hi?” You meekly spoke and Jimin realized he had no plan.

“U-Uh, you… uh… do you like the cookies?” He forced out and immediately wished he could disappear.

You looked down at the cookie on your plate, “Uh, yes? Is-Is this a fat joke or do you actually want to know?” You asked cautiously.

Jimin’s eyes widened, “No, I mean yes, I mean no, I would never make fun of your weight.” He squeezed his eyes and sighed, not able to see your growing smile at his mental turmoil, “I have psych of gender with you and people rarely talk in that class so I thought you were pretty cool.” He smiled and he noticed you relax.

You nodded, smiling slightly, “Ah, I see. Thank you.” You beamed and it was like he felt the warmth from you, “I don’t do super well with attention but I also have poor impulse control.” You chuckled and he finally understood why you had cried and his heart strings were tugged a bit, “And yes, the cookies are good.” You split one in half and offered it to him.

Life goes by a lot quicker when one waits for the perfect opportunity. This much he found out quickly when he found himself a year later, looking across the courtyard at you, this time as your TA. He tried dating to get the daunting idea of talking to you after that singular interaction in which he forgot to give you his name from his mind to no avail. No matter, surely this would be the year.

”Jiminie is so hot!” Jimin continued to pretend not to hear his ex, Yoora, whine in your ear as he observed the intro to modern dance class.

You looked to her thoughtfully as you stretched, “You mean the TA, that is not that far away?” Your voice was lowered, but he could still hear you. He found himself listening closer, wondering if you remembered the singular interaction you both had. Yoora nodded in the corner of his eye.

“Yep.” She affirmed, “We dated, it was magical, and he’s still hot.” She mused and Jimin grimaced a bit, feeling bad he dated a girl that seemed to be a decent friend of yours, “Do you know him?”

Jimin perked up a bit, “We talked once, seems nice, is obviously hot.” You shrugged, “I doubt he remembers me, though.” You leaned down to reach past your left foot as Yoora urged you on with her eyes, “I had gotten into a weird debate with this one dude in a class we had and he saw me after, and I had just cried because I hate arguing and stares.” You and Yoora laughed a bit, “Then, he just came up to me and asked if I liked the cookies I were eating, and I wasn’t sure if he was calling me fat at first.” Yoora gasped and Jimin felt pain just thinking about the awkwardness, “He wasn’t, and he got cutely flustered when I asked and then I gave him half of my cookie and that’s all.” You moved to your other leg, “And then he never talked to me again.” You laughed and Jimin wanted the floor to swallow him.

Another year goes by. The day before he was going to try and ask you out, you were hospitalized. He didn't know how to even approach the topic with you, but he did try to be there for you throughout that year. The professor he was TA for insisted Jimin also utilize his emails, so all throughout your brief stay in medical care, it was him who received your bubbly emails. The emails full of little emoticons and exclamation points that made him giddy and took him hours to conceptualize a response to. Although you didn't know it was him giving you extensions and safe regards, he still meant it. 

He was practicing when he got the email, 

“Attention students, 

We have received knowledge of an incident that has resulted in the hospitalization of a student that occurred within an apartment close to campus. Proper authorities have been notified and the student is recovering well. Please remain safe and vigilant.” 

His face twisted in confusion when he got a text from the professor he was TA for that you were the student in question.

Throughout the semester, Jimin watched you with careful eyes as you slowly acclimated back to yourself. He wondered how he could have been so blinded by your smile that he couldn't properly see your eye bags or the way you looked over your shoulder when you thought no one was looking at you, or how he couldn't see he wasn't the only one looking at you. 

When you returned, he watched your eyes relax and your guard go down again. He just wished he could've been there to help you get there. He trudged home one day and found you, and then his whole world was flipped by you again.

Since moving in, he found himself way more advanced with you than he ever imagined. You would plop next to him on the couch and give him a smile, "How was your day, Jiminie?" You beamed at him each time and he nearly choked on his spit each time.

He would mumble an answer and you would hum before watching TV with him, a show he deliberately put on each time he heard you come home. Eventually, you began watching competition shows together, theorizing who would win what. It was comfortable and close, and he found himself falling for you even harder.

"Do you wanna have lunch together?" Your voice pulled him from his thoughts in the practice room he had on his floor in the building. He had agreed to help with your final. The only time he could talk to you without it being a mental nightmare was when it was about dancing. The only time he could initiate contact was in this studio. 

The studio gave him a certain air of confidence that even you could see. He wasn't a different person, more so multi-faceted. There was the shy and bumbling part of Jimin just as much as there was the sharp-eyed and focused Jimin. Not to mention the way his fingers would dance on your form as he gave you pointers made you unreasonably aroused.

Even so, determined to challenge himself, he nodded, "Lead the way." His voice was smooth even after two straight hours of practice and you wondered how he could look so hot work out clothes.

You both decided to pick up food and eat it at the studio. You sat across from each other as you ate in polite conversation. It was after you both picked up the food and sat on the floor you spoke up again, "You know, Jiminie." You started, eyes shyly fixated on the floor, "I wanted to thank you for not telling the guys about my, uh, incident a year ago." You finally looked him in the eyes, a soft smile on your face, "Not that it's a huge secret, especially on campus, but I just prefer to tell people myself." You mused.

He blinked, surprised you would thank him for something like that, "O-Of course, I mean, a lot of rumors were going around anyways, so even if I did want to tell them, I doubt I have only the facts." He shrugged, "It's not anyone else's business regardless."

You stifled a little giggle, "Yeah, some of the stories got a bit crazy." You sighed a bit, "From a stalker attacking me to me passing out in the middle of the street." Jimin looked up at you. You didn’t meet his gaze, most likely reliving the aftermath of the whole campus finding out you were hospitalized and are a cam girl in the same week. Not that you were ever hiding you job, but you just wished you could tell people on your own terms.

"Yeah, some crazy things get told in the Arts department." He murmured, "I only knew most of the facts because your TA for Professor Lee's class."

It was your turn to look up, but instead of confusion he saw a polite smile, "I know, silly." You chuckled and when you saw his confused face you looked at him incredulously, "Come on, you're Park Jimin! Of course I'm gonna know the 'hottest dance major'" You fake gushed and he finally broke a laugh, making you giddy. 

"Of all things to know me by." He shook his head, smile still present.

You studied his face as his eyes scrunched and cheeks lifted, making you smile as well, "I've never made you smile before and your smile is so pretty." You mused, "I need to step up my comedy game."

"You've never seen me smile?" He looked surprised at this, considering he always smiled like an idiot when he stared longingly at you.

"I mean, sort of, but not to this degree." You shook your head, "I was starting to think you didn't like me for a while." 

His eyes widened at this and he panicked, "No, no! I do like you, a lot!" He exclaimed, much to your amusement and to his dismay. You watched him get red with a grin.

He stammered, staring at his fork before he heard your melodious laugh. He looked up and his face softened at the sight of your smile, "You're too cute, Jiminie." You reached forward and pinched his cheek, making his breath hitch. Your cooing tone made something click inside him. He didn't want to be just cute to you, he wanted to be more than any adjective, he wanted to be yours.

He reached up, hand going to wrap around your wrist loosely, "I was the hottest a second ago and now I'm just cute?" A glint of confidence shown in his eye as he made you gulp, "Is that all you think of me, y/n?" Your own name coming from his mouth sent a shiver down your spine and a beat to your core.

You were in a trance while being eyed by the man with a vastly different energy than he had just moments ago. You shook your head lightly, "I think you're beautiful." He cocked a brow and you scrambled for more words, "I had a huge crush on you from the moment I gave you half of my cookie." You breathed before even thinking, snapping you back to reality as you watched his eyes widen, "Ah, me and my mouth!" You admonished yourself, "I didn't mean to make you uncomf-" You frantically moved to take your hand back only for his grip to tighten, pulling you forward, placing your hand at the nape of his neck while his arm wrapped around your waist.

You gulped at the newfound closeness, bodies nearly pressing against each other as he eyed you sharply, "Do you mean it?" He breathed, "You had a crush on me?" You made a move to slink away, but you he gracefully laid himself down with you on top of him, his thigh mere centimeters from your core and he gave you a mischievous smile, "Don't leave me hanging." He teased.

"I-I mean… yes, but can-"

He cut you off with a sigh and a laugh. You braced yourself for him to laugh at you, and say how weird it would be had you confessed and how weird the idea of you two together would be.

It's a song and dance you've seen many times as a hopeless romantic chubby girl. Of course, now you know you were just too much woman for such little men, emotionally little at the very least, but you would be a liar if you didn't still feel the hurt of humiliation. The last thing you wanted was to look into Jimin's eyes and find the same pitying glint, but you were nothing if not a bit brave, at least sometimes.

You forced your eyes from his chest to his gaze and found… an emotion you've only every seen in the eyes of your housemates, an emotion you don't quite know yet, even if you felt it too. At your curiosity, Jimin beamed at you further, "I'd be really frustrated right now if you weren’t on top of me." He chuckled a bit and explained further before you could ask why, "I have had such a huge crush on you for years now." You balk at this, shaking you head.

"That's not a funny joke, Jiminie." You huffed, "If I were even a bit more gullible, I would seriously believe you and then my feelings would be hurt-" He pulled you flush against him as he captured your mouth in a soft and sweet kiss. He was slow, but focused, in the way his mouth moved against yours.

Inside, though, Jimin was freaking out. What if you didn't actually want to kiss him? Why didn't he ask beforehand? Should he pull away? But your mouth feels so good. Are you kissing him back or is he just that enthusiastic?

You laid his worries to rest when you used the hand at his nape to pull him closer, mouth opening to nibble on his bottom lip. He groaned lightly, pulling you closer as his tongue mingled with your own and he pressed his thigh into the thin material of your leggings. You gasped at this and it was like a fire lit within him as he sat up and shifted you for your legs to be on both sides of him as he pressed his mouth onto yours further.

His fingertips danced along your form in a much different context than you were used to, but fuck, did it feel nice. Where one arm was securely holding your waist, his hand reached beneath your shirt, getting accustomed to the soft skin as he waited for you to nod. You wanted him to touch you further. You didn't understand what all these hot men wanted with you, but right now, it didn't matter one bit. 

Jimin's eyes rolled back when he reached in your sports bra to run his fingers over your hardened nipples. You twitched against him as you gasped, fingers intertwining with his hair roughly, "Shit." He groaned at the sensation.

You both sloppily kissed as he explored your chest with his hands, moaning into each other's mouths at the euphoria of unresolved feelings coming to fruition and the sexual tension finally snapping as you gave him unrestricted access to feel you beneath his fingertips, "Wanted this for so long." He murmurs into your mouth, "So beautiful, fuck." The praises don't stop, and only further spur you wandering hand on as you feel his sculpted stomach.

"Wanna touch you." You whine as your fingers play with the waistband of his sweats and he nods, his own hand travelling down to cup your core, making you squeak, "Fuck, I'm so wet." You realized, half embarrassed and half aroused.

You could feel his amusement as he slipped his hand beneath your tights and panties to make skin to skin contact with your soaked core, and he didn't know how he made it this far, but he just wants to keep going as he feels you soak his hand, "Yeah, baby, you are, just for me." He moans when you follow his lead, hand wrapping around his hardened erection and giving a small squeeze, "Shit!" He gasps as you wiggled your hips against his hand, grinding yourself little by little. 

Your hand massaged the head, smearing the precum as you begin stroking him. You both continue moaning into each other's mouths as his hips jerked and you twitched against his hands, "So fucking wet, baby, so sexy." He growled and he slipped a finger inside of you, him groaning at your pulsating warmth wrapped around his finger, "Slid right in, angel." He praises and you let out a choked gasp and he presses his thumb against your clit.

He drank your moans into his mouth like they were an oasis in the desert, and he’s not sure how he’s lived this long without them. Without you by his side and in his arms. He held you close, refusing to even consider loosening his grip because your body against his was bliss in the highest form. You were his, even if just in this moment, and you would be nobody else’s. Nobody could make him feel the way you do, and he, along with the other men that resided in the building, were determined to hold the same monopoly over your emotions. He refused to entertain the idea of anyone beyond this building making you feel anything close to what he was now as he pushed a second finger in, relishing in the strangled moan you gave as you babbled about feeling full.

With the excitement of his dream girl dripping against his hand and your own hand working expertly on his dick, Jimin could feel himself getting close and you could tell from the breathy whines he gave you as he began thrusting his hips in time with his fingers inside you, "Cum for me, Jiminie." You purred before licking at his tongue and he came beautifully with his eyes screwed shut and mouth open as you swiveled your hips agains his, now two, fingers.

"Baby, so good." He whined as his high settled down. He shifted all focus to you and your impending orgasm as he watched you fuck yourself onto his hand, "Feeling good, darling?" He asked teasingly and you nodded dumbly, lips pressed together as you felt your high approach, "I can feel you clenching around my fingers, fuck, you gonna cum in my hand all pretty?" He cooed and you nodded as he met your thrusts, making you clutch onto him harder.

"Can I cum?" You whimpered and Jimin could almost feel himself get hard again at how willing you were to give him the reigns.

"Because you asked so sweetly, of course my love." He let the name slip before you both could even acknowledge it consciously. However, the closeness and the intimacy of it all sent you over the edge and you bit down on his shoulder in attempt to hide how loud you were. He held you close, not minding one bit at the mark you were surely leaving as he fucked you through your orgasm, "Felt good, angel?" He mused and you tucked your face into his neck as you nodded, holding him close as his finger stilled but kept you full until he felt you relax. 

You both giggled as you met eyes, licking the other person's cum off of your hands, "Thank you Jiminie." You hummed cheerily.

"Thank you, bunny." He chided before giving you a kiss, "We all really, really, like you, you know that right?" He asked and noticed your hesitation.

"Sure, but people can be sexually attracted to me and not want to… be with me." You spoke wistfully, "People can like me and not want to be with me." You let out a humorless laugh, "And few things make me feel as dumb as getting my hopes up for no reason." Although you had a tendency to do it time and time again.

"Don't be scared to assume we want you as much as you, hopefully, want us." He spoke quickly before he planted another kiss on you and the affection made you smile.

"You realize the irony of the statement coming from you, right?" You chuckled as he helped you stand on shaky legs before just carrying you, "I cum once for you and all of sudden you know everything and are all confident." You chided, unsure how to process his words yet, mind hazy from your orgasm.

"What can I say? You opened my third eye." He joked and you rolled your eyes before leaning your head on his shoulder, enjoying his embrace, the idea of your housemates loving you back seeming just slightly less like an outlandish fantasy, "Although, it will wear off and then we'll have to do it all over again." He sighed dramatically and you giggled.

"What a shame." You fake gasped, "I hate engaging in sexual relations with hot guys." You complained sarcastically.

"So you do think I'm hot!" Jimin cheered triumphantly.

You laughed against him and realized the only times you felt so free were with your beloved housemates. You wondered if they felt the same. You also found a more insecure part wondering for how long they would feel that way. How long would it be until a girl, or several, much prettier than you or less needy catches their attention. You wondered if you could take the pain of watching the sincerity drain from their eyes just as you've seen in your mom, your dad, your uncle, your first relationship to your last. You wondered what it was about you that made it so easy to be left behind.

Jimin's phone pinged, ripping you from your melancholic thoughts. He sighed, pulling it out and you fought the urge to see if it was another person vying for his romantic attention. He didn't belong to you, even if you wanted him to, "Ah, Namjoon wants to know if you want the demo for the new zombie game he's working on and Jin wants to know if you'd like your first pick of the new stickers he got, and Hoseok wants to try a new hairstyle on you and ah, they all sent me something to ask you…. Gosh, they all think I'm your secretary when we're together." He whined and you held onto him tighter with a light laugh as he went through everyone's inquiries for you.

You also found yourself how you went on this long without them and how you could even consider hesitating if they asked you to stay with them for much longer.

Tip Jar

[jjunis-moved]

about the twitter/Tumblr discourse.

honestly, i can see both sides and i feel like there's a misunderstanding, at least from the army side of the debate.

you see, I've been in the fandom since early 2015 (and been on Twitter since 2011, and recently joined Tumblr)

the thing for me is that, even if its rigged its still important. i agree that we shouldn't belittle anyone for not doing it, but its pretty hypocritical of those who dont vote, stream, and support the artist in anyway and then claim "look how big they are because of my support!" cause that's a thing over there in the blue app. people join the boat of fandom for clout and most are not actual but rather clout chasing antis (also solos, mantis, haters you name it.)

its a totally different culture, here and there, i honestly agree that we should talk about the votings, about the streaming in a healthy way, encouraging people, and creating this community that was formed around it.

At least for Army's, regardless of plataform that's how we built things, that's how me made this whole thing incredible. it goes way beyond that, with the donation stuff, with the social projects (the armys help the earth which is a Brazilian project so precious that was created here).

the thing is, if it wasn't for our dedication since the beginning, BTS would NEVER be where they are if we didn't do shit. they got mama rookie award since day one despite being rigged, they got bbma despite being rigged, they got grammy noms despite the blatant xenophobia and i can keep going.

the awards and streams are a way of showing them that the love and care they put in their craft is being appreciated, so if you care about them (or any artist really) you need to show them that, art is a two way conversation.

sure the toxic mindset and debate around it is bad(and honestly defeats the whole purpose bc it doesn't make anyone vote more lmao) , but the voting, streaming, buying, etc, is what our fandom was founded on from day one, so saying its not important is not only demeaning our efforts but also a way a saying they're not worth it of receiving it.

not just BTS but a lot of artists dont come from privileged places, a lot of them just stop making art cause they cant support themselves with it and its everyone's loss. idk im derailing, anyway. i hope i got my point across

no yeah, i agree that the fans have helped them a lot!! i'm not denying that. i've liked bts since 2017 and i get it, i do. and yes, armies have done amazing projects, and i'm very proud of the one you mentioned as well! i'm not denying any of that.

but i think when it comes to a point where you have people saying they have to "educate us" on the whole streaming/voting thing..... that's a no from me. i think there's a line between supporting healthily and just being completely obsessed. there are other ways of supporting them without everyone having to sit for hours on end in front of a computer or a phone listening to the same playlists over and over, voting over and over again. i actually feel like everyone would be much happier if we did those things "healthily". i do vote for my artists (bts included!!!), and i do stream their songs when i'm in the mood and have the time to do so, but i won't spend hours upon hours doing just that. i've had someone curse at me, argue with me, get genuinely ANGRY with me bc i was listening to a blackpink song at some point rather than streaming only idol when it came out. like ? no. and i'm sorry but if i didn't like a song/album from a certain artist and i feel like another song/album deserves to get an award, i'm gonna vote for that other one. i can't say i'm as into bts as i used to be, but even when they were still my #1 ult group, there were times when they won an award just bc they are bts but i felt like some other group/artist deserved it more. i'm not saying this to belittle them, and i do believe they deserve all the success they got, i'm just saying no one is the best all the time, that's impossible. the thing about big groups like bts and blackpink (just examples pls don't murder me) is that they will win stuff 99% of the time just bc of the size of their fanbase. and of course i can't say ALL awards are rigged, tbh i don't know that, but even if it's not, wouldn't it feel better to win stuff more organically? idk dude it's just tiring

as i said, it's cool if you have the time and energy to spend your entire day streaming/voting. you do you. the problem is when you try to shove that down other people's throats. this is not a cult, we don't have to do things blindly yk?

also the argument that "if you don't stream/vote then don't celebrate it when they win and try to take credit for it" like.. idk if people do that on twitter but i can guarantee you no one here is taking credit for smth they had nothing to do with. no one here is showing up and saying "yay we did it" when they did nothing. but yes i will celebrate it bc 1) i'm happy for them! i'm proud! and 2) even if i didn't spend hours/days on end doing something, it doesn't mean i didn't contribute at all.

i know some posts going around tumblr sound v hostile and i don't agree w that kinda attitude, but right now i feel like everyone is barking at each other sjadhkasd so ye

anw thanks for being nice!!! i hope i didn't sound rude

[joseph14gentry]

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She wont cry for her dead cousin, but will for her banished husband of three hours?. As their relationship develops, they use less rhyme, which has the effect of making their language feel less artificial. The vibrancy and recklessness of adolescence is, therefore, an important subject that is inherent in the love relationship between Romeo and Juliet. When Tybalt, a Capulet, kills Romeos friend Mercutio in a quarrel, Romeo kills Tybalt and is banished to Mantua. The tragedy of the play is in the fact that both the older and younger generations are unwilling to compromise and end the disagreement for good. Throughout the whole play William Shakespeare sends us on a roller coaster of emotions, from being happy to sad, surprised to superstitious. The balance that is highlighted in the use of language throughout the play and Prusko (121) notes that the conversations between Romeo and Juliet are way different from the discourses among the other characters. As a young woman, her role is to obediently wait for her parents to marry her to someone. Romeo and Juliet Character Relationships - Royal. In Romeo and Juliet, experience creates a generation gap between old and young. Aptitude for a quick draw or insightful jest is held in higher esteem by the younger generation, more than any experience an elder might try to pass on. Expectation Overall Story Problem Expectations the objective characters have for one another create problems. The two teenaged lovers, Romeo and Juliet, fall in love the first time they see each other, but their families' feud requires they remain enemies. Over the. Romeo and Juliet remains one of the most significant plays in the world of literary art and its appreciation requires an understanding of the aspects discussed in this analysis. Live, and be prosperous; and farewell, good fellow. Unhealthy Relationships In Romeo And Juliet. The description of Juliet from Romeo like burn bright signified Juliet s beauty is bright light when shimmer his mind from quote O she doth teach the torches to burn bright. Though Romeo and Juliet is arguably the most archetypal love story in the English language, it portrays only a very specific type of love young, irrational, passionate love.

What is the relationship between Romeo and Juliet? - eNotes. The relationship between Romeo and Juliet in Shakespeare's play is one of intensely passionate young love. Although Romeo is probably a few years older,. ); and piteous obviously means deserving of pity. Because of this when Romeo and Juliet finally meet it makes Romeo appear fickle. Romeo and Juliet is a play about the conflict between the main characters love, with its transformative power, and the darkness, hatred, and selfishness represented by their families feud. Romeo and Juliet Quote Analysis. Therefore, revenge seems to have the upper hand. Romeo finally gets over Rosaline by latching onto Juliet, who is none other than Rosalines cousin. Regarded as one of the most significant and widely read playwrights, Shakespeare has skillfully explored diverse themes such as loyalty, the dichotomy of love and hate, violence, greed, and insanity in his tragedies. Romeo and Juliets concern is temporarily keeping their marriage secrethoping to eventually fulfill the role of peacemakers. Clear , clever and coherent structure is used in play. The relationship between Romeo and Juliet can be largely defined as the passionate, all-consuming first love of two relatively naive teenagers,.

Romeo And Juliet Relationship Analysis - 862 Words. Ford (164) notes that the implication of the costumes in the play is aimed at communicating given aspects of the play that are essential in promoting the appreciation of the play. By opting for individual fulfillment as opposed to social traditions, both Romeo and Juliet refuse to follow the commands of their families. Juliet gives in to his plea and agrees to return after she has been to see the nurse Stay but a little, i will come again Juliet then makes a decision and that is If that thy bent of love be honorable, thy purpose marriage, send me word tomorrow She does this to see if Romeo's intentions are honorable. Romeo And Juliet Film Analysis 1140 Words 5 Pages. Lehmann, Courtney. Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet The Relationship between Text and Film. London Methuen Drama, 2011. Print. 1. In this book, Lehmann conducts a close study of the film adaptations of Romeo and Juliet to analyze the relationship between them and the original text. Romeo And Juliet Relationship Analysis - 1261 Words. By going to the Capulets home, Romeo is also temporarily ignoring his social role as a Montague who must feud with the Capulets. Juliet knows that there families would never accept there relationship but at the same time she knows it is only there names that make them enemy's Tis but thy name that is my enemy. As an audience we react with surprise because of the time they have known each other and the age of the protagonists. Even the religious figure, Friar Laurence, sees marriage as political; he marries Romeo and Juliet to gain the political power end the feud between their families, and not because he necessarily approves of their love. The parent-child relationships in Romeo and Juliet are acquainted and dysfunctional. Capulet's selfishness and Juliet's stubbornness make their relationship.

When he sees Juliet, the cliches drop away, and he begins to describe his feelings in original terms. Notably, only Romeo is not aware that Juliet is not dead but in a self-imposed comma to avert the possible marriage to another suitor. Juliets mother thinks hes beautiful, so she cannot fathom why Juliet would be opposed to the marriage. Love between Romeo and Juliet seems to be foolish. The play is written to audience in 17th century. The play reflects that the institutions and unwritten rules created a lot of victims in that century. Both of them are came from feuding familities signifies that a love facing challenges and danger in 17th century. Relationship Between Romeo And Juliet - 817 Words. The action of Romeo escaped from the party and saw Juliet stand on the balcony and took about himself dramatically suggests that they were fated together and loved each together. Issues such as themes, styles and the use of language are integral factors that contribute to the understanding and relevance of this play to multiple audiences. She has been promised in marriage to Paris. At a party, she meets Romeo and instantly falls in love with him, even though he is her 'enemy' and a Montague. Romeo And Juliet Relationship Analysis - 1261 Words.

Juliet's love for Romeo soon resolves the conflict. Romeo is initially infatuated with Rosaline, whose lack of reciprocating feelings causes him to be morose and cynical about love on the whole (Act 1, scene 1, lines 189-197), which reveal his affection and understanding of love revolve more around the concept of love rather than on a specific person. Gacefully she helps Olivia with the grieving of her father and brother and shows Orisno what love is really like, not the fantasys that he developed in this head about Olivia. Romeo and Juliet fall in love entirely on appearances, with Romeo completely snapping out of his previous grief, claiming Did my heart love till now?. And despite her recognition of the unadvisable quickness of their affections in lines 117-118 in Act 2, scene 2,.I have no joy of this contact tonight. Perhaps you fill this void by reading Shakespeares celebrated Romeo and Juliet, a tale of star-crossed lovers destined for tragedy. Romeo and Juliet (SparkNotes) - Riverside Campus. Their love gives both lovers a sense of freedom. The relationship between Romeo and Juliet was clearly unhealthy for Juliet, for it made her view Romeo as her main priority after knowing him for one night. She began defying her parents and sneaking around as soon as she met Romeo, which is not a part of a healthy relationship. Romeo and Juliet - Analysis - Dramatica. The liveliest characters in Romeo and Juliet die not because of who they are, but because of the labels that the outside world has foisted upon them. As John Sutherland puts it in his (and Cedric Watts) engaging Oxford Worlds Classics Henry V, War Criminal?. One of the first deaths in Romeo & Juliet is the death is Mercutio. Romeo and Juliet's relationship is a true love story. Their marriage can either go. In many ways, Romeo and Juliet shows the journey of the two lovers from their initial, love-filled meeting up to their death. Lindell (167) notes that elements of foreboding are also inherent in the lingering questions that Romeo has as he is on his way to the feast held by the Capulets. Usually, blind passion, hatred and desperation are some instances of violence given throughout Romeo and Juliet.

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Romeo, believing himself freed from the feud by his secret marriage to Juliet, refuses to fight Tybalt. Mercutio tells Romeo about a fairy named Queen Mab who enters young mens minds as they dream, and makes them dream of love and romance. No sooner are the lovers happily married than the play shifts from comedy to tragedy. Tybalt kills Mercutio though it was not intentional. What is the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. If we look, we can find plenty of evidence that Romeo and Juliets love for one another is, at least initially, immature. When Romeo returns to see Juliet, she is focused on marriage. For Juliet, part of the appeal of marriage is that it will free her from her parents I'll no. Romeo and Juliet have a poor relationship with their parents because they do not make an effort to be in their children's lives and tend to neglect their children's welfare. Parent-child relationships are the most influential and essential interaction one can have. Romeo and Juliet Themes GradeSaver.

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As the Friar states in lines 117-118, Romeo failed to think of how his suicide would have affected Juliet. However, theres yet another sense to the line, too, which relates to the double meaning of blood both violence (as in the phrase bad blood between two people) and kinship or family. In a desperate attempt to escape her marriage to Paris, Juliet fakes her own death, using a sleeping potion given to her by Friar Lawrence. A Short Analysis of the Two Households Prologue to Romeo. Juliet is presented as quiet and obedient; however, she possesses an inner strength that enables her to have maturity beyond her years. Romeo and Juliet are very loving, which contrasts with Juliets relationship with her parents. Juliet produces excuses for Romeo to stay. It was the nightingale and not the lark. Juliet wants Romeo to stay however Romeo is saying that he needs to go or he gets executed. I must be gone and live, or stay and die. In her relationship with Romeo, Juliet is loving, witty, loyal, and strong. When Romeo and Juliet kiss at the feast, Juliet teases Romeo for using the popular. The blind love of Romeo and Juliet that motivate them to commit suicide is another example. This scene is ironic because Juliet says O, think'st thou we shall ever meet again and Romeo replies I doubt it not when ironically they will never see each other again alive. The doomed love between Romeo and Juliet and how it came about, and the way their parents persisted in their anger towards each other (which nothing except the deaths of their own children could put to an end), will now constitute the business of the play that follows for the next couple of hours. Themes in Romeo and Juliet with Examples and Analysis. Paris had approached Lord Capulet earlier that night, Lady Capulet told Juliet and Juliet replied I'll look to like, if looking liking move But no more deep will I endart mine eye than your consent gives strength to make it fly. Because they choose to keep it secret, mishaps and misunderstandings occurto the relationships detriment. The problem, like the play, is that he thinks hes in love with Olivia. Lindell (168) points out that while it has sometimes been thought as a representation in bad taste, this scene adds to the plot development of this play and it facilitates the exploration of the themes in this play.

Juliet is 13 years old (Act 1, scene 2, line 12), and assumedly, Romeo is not much older. Pretty much every one dies because of two kids infatuation with each other. The Nurse points out the sexual element of Juliets love. Throughout the play, Shakespeare only describes Romeo and Juliet's love as a short-term burst of youthful passion. In most of his work,. These changes in the lovers language show that they are growing together. Further, Romeo is depicted as a person who struggles with speech perhaps a sign of his inexperience on matters to do with love. The play is written to audience in 17th century. Romeo sees Juliet and forgets Rosaline entirely; Juliet meets Romeo and falls just as deeply in love. The meeting of Romeo and Juliet dominates the scene, and, with extraordinary language that captures both the excitement and wonder that the two protagonists feel, Shakespeare proves equal to the expectations he has set up by delaying the meeting for an entire act. Romeo and Juliet Full Book Analysis SparkNotes. Even Mercutio, who is not actually a Montague, is killed for his association with that family. Relationship Between Romeo And Juliet Infatuation.

What Is The Relationship Between Romeo And Juliet. When it is told throughout the book, he did all of his rebellious acts in order to protect Juliet, of course her parents didnt know that, as well as Juliet not telling them that Romeo and her were seeing each other in the first place for n extended period of time. the secret marriage in which this new language of feeling is contained cannot here be granted the sanction of a comic outcome. It is not simply that the families of Romeo and Juliet disapprove of the lovers affection for each other; rather, the Montagues and the Capulets are on opposite sides in a blood feud and are trying to kill each other on the streets of Verona. But civil also means courteous or polite, which clearly cannot be possible in the face of such mutiny or violence between the two households. This famous Shakespearean tragedy was based on Arthur Brookes 1562 narrative poem, Tragical History of Romeus and Juliet, which was taken from another fable, which was taken from another. Romeo believes her to be dead and kills himself. Now Romeo has equally high stakes for staying at the party as for leaving. (We have analysed the play as a whole here.). What is less well-known is the very specific poetic form Shakespeare chooses for the Prologue a form he goes on to use later in Romeo and Juliet. His last moments seem him kills Paris who had mistaken Romeo to be a vandal before Romeo swallows the poison, he dies and almost after, Juliet awakens, and when she realizes that her Romeo is dead, she stabs herself with the aim of uniting with him in death. In terms of non-accurate meaning not within tolerance, the Capulets and Montagues, at least from the outset, would not tolerate a relationship between the twohence Romeo and Juliets (and Friar Lawrence and Nurses) need for secrecy; Mercutio, as Romeos closest friend, does not really tolerate Romeos romantic pursuits, let alone a true love that would separate Romeo as a man from the boys; and so forth. By the end of the scene, however, even Friar Lawrence is swept up in the lovers excitement. Meanwhile, Lady Capulet asks her daughter Juliet whether she has given any thought to marriage, and tells Juliet that a man named Paris would. Hence, it makes an important theme of the play. Their love gives both lovers a sense of freedom. Romeo feels like he is flying with loves light wings (2.2). Juliet feels that her love is as boundless as the sea (2.2). She believes that love can liberate them both from their families be but sworn my love. When we meet Juliet, she is in her bedroom, physically trapped between her Nurse and her mother. Romeo and Juliet's Relationship Essay - Just Great DataBase.

Light and darkness provide one of the most significant comparisons in the play, for instance; each lover views the other as their light. Juliets honest expression of her feelings for him spurs on their relationship JULIET O Romeo, Romeo. The question still doesnt appear to make any sense Romeos problem isnt his first name, but his family name, Montague. Romeo is such a figure, desperate to fall in love (first with Rosaline, and then, truly, with Juliet); when he and Juliet first meet and converse at the ball, their exchange takes the form of another sonnet, while there is also a second Chorus in sonnet form between the first and second acts of the play. The theme of violence also plays a significant role in the play. Romeo And Juliet Relationship Analysis - 1915 Words Cram. Romeo appears and Benvolio asks his cousin what is wrong, and Romeo starts speaking in paradoxes, a sure sign that hes in love. When Romeo returns to see Juliet, she is focused on marriage. Juliet, however, is resolute in her decision to die rather than enter into a false marriage "If all else fail, myself have power to die"(III.5.244). There can be no blame on a singular person, it was a series of events which ended tragically for the innocent members of the play. Romeo and Juliet's relationship begins and only lasts for only three days however through that short period of time the two star crossed lovers fall in love and subsequently get married. There families are at war and this forces Romeo and Juliet to keep there relationship and marriage secret, the pair are extremely young with Romeo being 16 and Juliet being just 14. It all ends. Romeo and Juliet centres on the developing relationship of Romeo and Juliet. "Mercutio's soul is but a little way above our heads, staying for thine to. What is the relationship between Romeo and Juliet. When it is time for them to depart Romeo reverts back to his immature tone when he doesn't want her to leave he says O, wilt thou leave me so unsatisfied?. In Romeo and Juliet, most of the significant decisions are made by the men of the two families, the Capulets, and the Montagues.

In the balcony scene of Act II, Scene 2, Juliet is aware of the foolhardiness of their love "It is too rash, too unadvis'd, too sudden.". From the moment that the play spirals towards disaster in Act III, most of the terrible events are initiated by revenge. story of Romeus and Juliet to an English-speaking audience in a long and. marriage, Romeo begs the Capulet to hold off the duel until he under. Romeo and Juliet Full Book Analysis SparkNotes. As a result of the comma, Juliet is thought as dead, and Romeo kills himself on this account. The implication is that this play is a tragic romance and all reenactments of the play have sought to bring out the challenge of love amidst troubles and the sad ending that the characters face in their lives. The way Romeo speaks about Rosaline suggests he is playing a role rather than feeling true, overpowering emotion. The plays most famous line references the feud between the two families, which means Romeo and Juliet cannot be together. They are not willing to resolve their pointless dispute. Also a serious sin.c) Reveals how strong the relationship is between Romeo and Juliet because she would be so devastated to the point where she may even kill her selves if Romeo takes his life. Characterization Friar Lawrence is wise and caring because hes giving romeo good reasons to value his life. A Summary and Analysis of William Shakespeare's Romeo. At first Juliet shows promising signs of sensibility and refuses him, saying, Although I joy in thee I have no joy of this contract tonight; It is too rash, to unadvised, too sudden (2.2.116-118). The element of death has also been a major discourse in the depiction of the false death of Juliet and the impact that it adds to the play.

The inevitability of fate is another important thematic concern of Romeo and Juliet. For Romeo, reality takes the form of his banishment to Mantua. Juliets love for Romeo surpasses her grief over his killing her cousin, Tybalt, as she reconciles, My husband lives, that Tybalt would have slain; And Tybalts dead, that would have slain my husband. Perhaps surprisingly given the youthfulness of its tragic heroine, Romeo and Juliet is shot through with bawdy jokes, double entendres, and allusions to sex, made by a number of the characters. Many people considered that Romeo Montague was Juliets ideal partner, but throughout their eventful and short-lived relationship, Romeo portrayed himself to be a detrimental partner to Juliet. To start off, Romeo was a deceptive individual. He deceived Juliet into thinking he actually loved her when, in reality, he was a lecherous man. Ultimately, the central marriage in Romeo and Juliet ends in death, showing that this kind of passionate, irrational union cannot exist in a world fueled by hate and revenge. When he sees Juliet, he abandons Rosaline before he has even spoken to his new love, which suggests that his feelings for both women are superficial. He ignores all calls to action, and has little use for the aggression that most males around him exhibit. Romeo and Juliet Play Summary & Study Guide - Cliffs Notes. Through careful analysis of Shakespeare's language, characterisation and. however through that short period of time the two star crossed lovers fall in. Parental Relationships In The Tragedy Of Romeo And Juliet.