when i say that i like both dabi and shouto i dont mean it in the "oh my god they're so hot i wanna fuck them" kinda way or the "lol they both hate their parents just like me fr" way but that i really do understand how its like to grow up around such tough, hard love. to have your entire worth, the level of care and responsiveness you receive in moments you definitely should not be seeking this constant validation but your fucking veggies and milk - all of that being based off just how useful you can be to your parents; being told that the point of your life quite literally is for the fulfilment of thEIR dreams, in THEIR way, under THEIR supervision, yknow?
like, i can literally not even begin to count the many recordings on loop i have of my mums voice in my head telling me to always be better and to do so much more, be so much more - achieve things, great things and live to just please and please and please - for herself, for her dead mother (who probably doesnt even care about half of the shit that i have done since she passed, because dead people cant feel - they cant feel, but somehow their presence still suffocates), for the status and the level of respect itll give both her and my dad (so that they wont ever be referred to as immigrants again) and the amount of money ill eventually get paid thatll somewhat, somehow all go back to them, anyway.
point is, dropping so suddenly from being so loved and praised and shown off when you were younger and tried your hardest to be that bit better to the broken toy you are now, unable to carry out their tasks - demands, even - easily replaced by someone younger, someone so much better than you; worth so much more than you. when they are born.
idk.
i joke alot about how similar my family dynamic is to the todorokis, the distance between me and my siblings now after all it was that we went through together and how im literally doing medicine for my parents so that they can get their doctor, and i can get my peace, but its very truly something ive had no control over my whole entire life. all ive wanted is some damn control. lmao. my mum literally named me after a doctor she saw on tv who was giving a lecture about medicine and i laugh at the fucking irony of it all because god, you dont even realise that this is fucking killing me, ma- but the thing with touya, the parts of him that diverge from my own experiences is the fact that he was able to break free from all of those restraints secured by his family, the goals they set him, the ones he set himself. the guilt and disappointment and oh my god, how could you -why - why would you regret not being able to meet those expectations and him being thrown aside like everything he ever received was so palpable and fleeting because he was a toy, was always a toy to my mum endeavor. he knew he couldnt compete with shouto. shouto the gifted child. the hero. the hate and anger he feels towatds him, idk, it hits so fucking close to home. but i also see so much of myself in the way shouto is so fucking willing to be the good child, the perfect child, who pleases and pleases and pleases; doing everything he is supposed to without retalliation because thats what hes supposed to do and thats what they want him to do and eventually, someday, somewhere he will get his peace as a hero, because he was "born to be the best", born to be a doctor hero - literally both sides of my personality at war oh my god AAAAA
i literally can not help but attach myself to those characters.
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“And I have been patient, I have been so calm
Bit my lips through the torment, please fall into my arms”
another madoka magica piece i made for my visual presentation class, i think this was a month ago? maybe a little more
this time around i was tasked with trying to draw in the Cubism style (if you don’t know what that is Pablo Picasso is a famous Cubist)
did my best to not add so many soft edges, im not used to geometric techniques but i think i did pretty good for my first try!
edit: happy pride month to MadoHomu, one of the lesbian ships of all time 🙏 /pos
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In the tavern with the knights, Merlin and Arthur:
Merlin: Arthur was really pushing my buttons today.
Arthur: I was looking for mute.
Leon, drunk, trying and failing to be helpful: I’m sure there’s a button to make him recite poetry somewhere, sire.
Mordred, the innocent first time drunk up past his bedtime: Emrys! I didn’t know you liked poetry! I found a book in the library, it was really good! Should I bring it for you to read tomorrow?
Arthur: … what?
Merlin, accepting his new kid brother for the endearing little shit he is: sure thing, thanks Mordred. You know, Leon just loves poetry too.
Mordred: really? Maybe we should start a book club!
The knights, all trying not to burst out laughing while Leon panics under Merlin’s glare
Mordred, rambling in druid about his favourite poets to Arthur who can’t understand a word he’s saying but is trying anyway
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Cody: Name one thing you wanna try in the bedroom.
Obi-wan, on his fith cup of tea: Getting a full 8 hours of sleep.
Cody: I would like that for you too.
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