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Coming from a country with very heavily censored literature and media, and therefore has to resort to media from other regions for some form of representation and validity, I have to say it’s genuinely upsetting how some non-Chinese danmei/bl show fans are reacting to the news about censorship.
If your entire conversation about censorship in C media is centered around your inability to read your favorite book or your favorite donghua ship not holding hands for as long as you want, then honestly you are an entitled person who should consider keeping your opinions to yourself. By making this conversation about games, danmei and donghua and/or live action adaptations of those novel you are opting to shift focus from queer kids who actually live in China, now losing a form of representation and maybe being pushed further back into the closet or even lgbtq+ activists whose projects might lose traction and resources due to the heavy censorship.
You can be upset about your games, books and shows, this is not saying that it’s a bad thing. But to make a nation wide attempt at silencing queer voices about a couple of web novels and TV shows is to completely undermine the true scale of censorship laws and the effect it will have on the country’s queer community.
2ha is such a beautiful book wish i could talk to people more about it because it's so ?? idk how to describe it but i love how it addresses everything mo ran did in the past without romanticizing any of it. this book has so many problematic themes but i feel like every character is so complex and interesting it's hard putting it away
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“Autumn leaves are falling, filling up the streets; golden colors on the lawn, nature’s trick or treat!”
The Unapologetic Self as the Truest form of Self
people just unashamedly tweet shit like “our views on the music video is so embarrassing!!!”, “do I have to bribe you to stream?”, “we should be at 1 million views by now” bitch… go to therapy please. kpop has really destroyed and brainwashed a lot of people’s view and mindset on music and what it’s like to wholeheartedly enjoy it. listen and watch things that you enjoy not because someone has instilled this invisible DUTY for you to do so. that’s not why music was created and maybe if people acted normally we’d have a better reflection on what songs were good and which were bad :/
aaj ki chai is from this scene in tapan sinha’s ek doctor ki maut (1990). shabana azmi’s understated but poignant performance as seema, the wife of a brilliant doctor whose single obsession with his research brings selfishness and callousness to his marriage is so visceral, especially in small moments like this one. seema fries puris and make two cups of tea as she waits for her husband to come home, a familiar scene in the homes of many, especially within india. her husband talks about his research, the people he met, and lists all his complaints for the day before being cajoled into sitting at the dinner table. she serves the tea and the plate of puris and sits by his side, shoulder to shoulder, as a companion. then she talks about her conversation with her sister while gently reprimanding her husband for never calling those relatives back. he agrees to please her and then quickly grabs his cup of tea and two puris to leave for his lab. and seema! shocked and baffled, she tells him she’s not yet finished with her tea only to hear that familiar indifference–”then finish it”. and shabana azmi with all the subtlety she’s know for, moves from shock to bitter acceptance and then quickly back to the briefest expression of hurt.
and she drinks her cup of tea alone.
one thing i like about tapan sinha’s work in this film is that seema is her own person, not the archetype of a wife in indian films (even noncommercial ones) who only exists to mutely support and share the burden of her husband’s dreams. later in the film she expresses how that callousness feels and affects her, especially against the expectations of what she thought their marriage would be like–one in which she is cared for, one in which there is companionship. i feel like i know too many women in marriages who drink their cup of tea alone. or put too much hope into what differences a cup of tea can bridge.
My ancestors, watching me dump an entire stick of cinnamon, two cloves, an allspice berry, and a generous grating of nutmeg into my tea, sweetened with white sugar and loaded with cream, while I sit in my clean warm house surrounded by books, 25+ outfits for different occasions, and 6 pairs of shoes, in a building heated so well I have the windows open in mid-autumn:
Our daughter prospers. We are proud of her. She has never labored in a field but knows riches we could not have imagined.
Please remember that almost everyone around you is traumatized. I didn’t understand this when I was younger. I wondered why people acted so strangely and irrationally. Maybe all children wonder this. The author Robert Anton Wilson said (paraphrasing), “We have never seen a completely sane adult human.” No one makes it out of this life alive. It’s not their fault. Mercy, kindness, forgiving — these are what makes one human. They are other names for love. People break in the strangest of ways.
Kikis delivery service (1989)
he’s an irredeemable villain to you. he’s my special little princess though
local medical prodigy so good at her job she literally won’t stay dead
Finja Brandenburg // unknown
evening sky, paint exercise.
two blues.
scarlet.
I lost every friendship I ever had and it still hurts.
1. Finneas O’Connell / 2. Ocean Vuong / 3. adampvrrish / 4. Otessa Moshfegh / 5. Fairycosmos / 6. Richard Siken / 7. frenchtoastlesbian
do you ever get slightly annoyed with a character choosing to be the better person. like i know it's probably more benefitial to you and everyone around you bestie but i feel like if you went a little apeshit in response to what some people did to you it'd be justified ❤️
august is for realizing your spotify wrapped is irreversibly fucked
Something that bears mentioning: I get why we need to shame straight girls who fetishize mlm ships but. To any straight girls who consistently relate to or resonate with mlm dynamics on a deep level or see themselves in queer male characters. if by any chance this post from a tiny tiny blog crosses your dash. Please take this moment to very privately consider the possibility that you might not be straight. Or a girl.
concept: two indian high school girls fall in love, desi dark academia style. imagine them carefully braiding each other’s hair in the school restroom while discussing mughal history. sneaking an old ipod to school and listening to sufi and carnatic music together on the weary bus ride back home. doing everything together, they’re as inseparable as two girl best friends can get. going to book stores or libraries on weekends and spending hours reading sitting next to each other, and then having an intense discussion over chai and vada pav at a small stand. coming back from coaching classes in the evenings, holding hands as their jhumkas twinkle under the streetlights. texting each other at 5 in the morning while stuck on homework. holding hands, hugging ten times a day and cheek kisses are normal, and they never realize their feelings for each other until an accidental forehead touch in a doorway, glancing at each other’s lips and breathing heavily. not choosing to date for fear of ruining their academic careers and remaining best friends. finally getting together when by a stroke of good luck, they both make it to their common dream college and have a celebratory kiss when one goes to the others house to break the good news in person. just, two desi girls falling in love; enamored by the world around them, its knowledge and each other.
love is stored in the hand. love is stored in the hands that hold each other. it is stored in the hands that create art. it is stored in the hands that have the power to harm but don’t. it is stored in the hands that are warm and the hands that are cool. it is stored in the hands that do things for others just because they can. love is stored in your hands which express the desires of your heart.
When you love the most natural thing in the world is to want to be together, but you must understand this does not always imply a physical proximity. Life is busy, time is limited, obligations seemingly multiplying and never-ending, and yet that doesn't stop the desire to be with the one your heart longs for. So we find ways, our soul searches them out, and then we find them in the rain and in every wistful cloud, in the beauty of flowers and in the music of the wind. We color them into the songs we listen to, into the magic of the stars. We hear them whisper in our souls the truth of our hearts. You kiss them with your thoughts and caress them with every smile. You hold their hand when you reminisce of the memories you have created with your lives, with your time, so entwined. And so we satisfy the need that beats in us, and we learn to love the essence of their soul, in the distance, in the silence, and never are they truly far away from us.
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Seiji Amasawa.
That's it. That's the post.
(he's one of my favorite Studio Ghibli characters )
Singing at the top of your lungs with someone you care about is a love language. Randomly breaking into a dance together is a love language. Being weird together, knowing how the other person likes their coffee, saying “you’re brilliant” or “you’re beautiful” at unexpected moments are all love languages. Text messages that day “I’m thinking of you”, or “this song reminds me of you” or “how is your day going?” are all ways of saying I miss you and therefore a love language. “Let me know when you’re home safe” is a love language. “Do you want a hug” is a love language. Listening, truly listening to a rant and offering comfort is a love language. So is sitting in silence together. Saying “I believe in you” is a love language and encouraging your passions is a love language too. Look, just look at the thousands of ways people say I love you. They don’t have to use the words at all. All you have to do is listen. Just listen.
- Nikita Gill, Love Language