Okay Im Sorry But Just Imagine Being Kageyama Tobio. Your Parents Are Always Working Late, Your Sister

Really captured her feral energy PERFRCTLY

it was xiangling's bithday the other day but i don't have a lot of time during the week to draw so i finished it today);

Pop culture reduces It's a Wonderful Life to that last half hour, and thinks the whole thing is about this guy traveling to an alternate universe where he doesn't exist and a little girl saying, "Every time a bell rings, an angel gets its wings." A hokey, sugary fantasy. A light and fluffy story fit for Hallmark movies.

But this reading completely glosses over the fact that George Bailey is actively suicidal. He's not just standing there moping about, "My friends don't like me," like some characters do in shows that try to adapt this conceit to other settings. George's life has been destroyed. He's bankrupt and facing prison. The lifetime of struggle we've been watching for the last two hours has accomplished nothing but this crushing defeat, and he honestly believes that the best thing he can do is kill himself because he's worth more dead than alive. He would have thrown himself from a bridge had an actual angel from heaven not intervened at the last possible moment.

That's dark. The banker villain that pop culture reduces to a cartoon purposely drove a man to the brink of suicide, which only a miracle pulled him back from. And then George Bailey goes even deeper into despair. He not only believes that his future's not worth living, but that his past wasn't worth living. He thinks that every suffering he endured, every piece of good that he tried to do was not only pointless, but actively harmful, and he and the world would be better off if he had never existed at all.

This is the context that leads to the famed alternate universe of a million pastiches, and it's absolutely vital to understanding the world that George finds. It's there to specifically show him that his despondent views about his effect on the universe are wrong. His bum ear kept him from serving his country in the war--but the act that gave him that injury was what allowed his brother to grow up to become a war hero. His fight against Potter's domination of the town felt like useless tiny battles in a war that could never be won--but it turns out that even the act of fighting was enough to save the town from falling into hopeless slavery. He thought that if it weren't for him, his wife would have married Sam Wainwright and had a life of ease and luxury as a millionaire's wife, instead of suffering a painful life of penny-pinching with him. Finding out that she'd have been a spinster isn't, "Ha ha, she'd have been pathetic without you." It's showing him that she never loved Wainwright enough to marry him, and that George's existence didn't stop her from having a happier life, but saved her from having a sadder one. Everywhere he turns, he finds out that his existence wasn't a mistake, that his struggles and sufferings did accomplish something, that his painful existence wasn't a tragedy but a gift to the people around him.

Only when he realizes this does he get to come back home in wild joy over the gift of his existence. The scenes of hope and joy and love only exist because of the two hours of struggle and despair that came before. Even Zuzu's saccharine line about bells and angel wings exists, not as a sugary proverb, but as a climax to Clarence's story--showing that even George's despair had good effect, and that his newfound thankfulness for life causes not only earthly, but heavenly joy.

If this movie has light and hope, it's not because it exists in some fantasy world where everything is sunshine and rainbows, but because it fights tooth and nail to scrape every bit of hope it can from our all too dark and painful world. The light here exists, not because it ignores the dark, but because the dark makes light more precious and meaningful. The light exists in defiance of the dark, the hope in defiance of despair, and there is nothing saccharine about that. It's just about as realistic as it gets.

hi are you still doing mcd requests. you’d never guess who i’m gonna ask you to draw (laurance <3)

hes my pal hes my homeboy my rotten solider my sweet cheese (mcd requests are still open!!}

I've been thinking about posting some of my stories here...

They aren't fanfiction, just little stories I've written. I'm not sure if I should though.

*rolls around in my texture brushes like a cat with catnip*

Anyway I wanted to do a painting of Lilia being creepy, although he ended up more menacing I think. Hard to say, I'm still lost in the crunchy textures sauce.

I cannot believe there's absolutely no way to watch free shows and movies anymore, there are too many paid streaming platforms and pirating websites have viruses and ads preventing you from watching it uninterrupted((.)) id rather follow the rules and purchase media moving forward because it is too inconvenient. Seriously, free and no ads or viruses with 1080p streaming is DEAD.

Lawlight is unhinged.

They are obsessed. Completely enamored with one another, can't sleep because their mind is flooded with the other. Absolutely enthralled and amazed and terrified because a god has met another of its kind and they don't know what to do.

They devour one another, a fucked up cannibalism of the mind spirit and blood. They lap at the wounds they inflict on one another, kiss eachothers brutal injuries with the most tender care and love like cauterizing fire. They press their mortal bodies against one another, always touching, fingers twisted and legs tangled. Their lips are hungry maws ripping and biting at one another, kisses tearing and bleeding their faces while their wide eyes are locked and their beings are entwined on a level incomprehensible to others.

They smile at eachother, like little secrets or screaming victories. White teeth gleam, sharper than they should be. Grins are threats, promises, and intimate. Their love exists in a language that cannot be read by other people. It's just them, no one else. No one else matters.

Just lawlight.

Happy ASAW 2024, here's something about community !

I don't think younger/newer users fully grasp the shit show that ace discourse was around 2014-17

It was so hostile that, to this day, discussions that begin to derail just enough can make me physically nauseous, some specific mockery trigger crying sessions years later. We lost most accounts with any sort of ace positivity. There was no information, no support, and all this damage was done predominantly by other queer people.

All this to say that you, however you identify yourself, should be engaging with aphobic comments the same way you do any hate. We don't sugarcoat or try to be comprehensive with people who are blatantly racist, homophobic or terfs, so why give it a pass just because it's coming from a queer person? I see how this tolerance goes and it's done enough damage as it is.

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