I'm Not A Drarry Fan...but Goshdarnit If The Fanarts Aren't Good

Gen is a total therapy friend

Thank you @starkmartell and everyone who got me to 100 reblogs!

I tried ( Ŏ艸Ŏ)

I know Sabo was a retcon and Ace's tattoo was originally just a misspelling of his name but retroactively turning it into a memorial tattoo for his brother actually hits so much harder specifically because it looks like an incorrect version of Ace's own name.

Ace's name, Ace's identity, the very essence of who Ace is, and he not only chose to physically insert Sabo's initial into that name in the first place -- thus representing just how much he viewed Sabo as a fundamental part of himself -- he then chose to cross that initial out, creating the illusion that Ace's own name was spelled wrong. It re-frames Sabo's death as a sort of amputation; that the removal of Sabo from Ace permanently mangled what was left behind into a clumsy and misshapen facsimile of itself.

There's also the fact that the crossed-out S looks like Sabo's Jolly Roger; an S with crossbones. The flag Sabo died trying to sail under. With that context, it almost turns the tattoo into a sort of skin graft; Ace marking himself with Sabo's dream, implanting it deep under his skin where he can carry it with him and keep it safe.

thinking about how focused and intelligent and in-control Monoma had to be to not only keep dozens of warp gates of all sizes open at the same time but ALSO remember the exact coordinates for ALL the planned combat areas to move everyone to the correct places

What was Callimachus on to have written OVER 800 works

When you can’t remember that really great sentence you wrote in your head five minutes ago but you can remember that really stupid thing you did ten years ago on a random Tuesday

“At a Distance, Spring is Green” is a K-drama that holds a special place in my heart. I think the way it portrayed youth—with its shadows and lights—was beautiful, it felt like such an introspective drama that made me feel something not quite nostalgic, but a sense of understanding and made me think of youth. I think a lot of lessons can be taken from this drama, there is a lot to learn from the characters and their philosophies and ideologies, and their growth.

I know that almost everything that everyone has been talking about when it comes to this K-Drama is the fact that it’s the most BL not-BL drama ever, or how it should be a BL. But, as for me, I don’t really care that it isn’t a BL and I’m a huge fujoshi. I admit, I think that adding an LGBT plotline to it can add a lot more, there is a lot to explore in an LGBT plotline especially being in a conservative country like Korea and having Yeo Jun’s circumstances. But, “At a Distance, Spring is Green” is more than that.

It’s a story about falling in love, about being young, about learning to let go, about friendships, about family, about the light at the end of the tunnel, about the darkness in each of us, about forgiveness, about moving on, about finding happiness, about life circumstances. It’s not just about romance. It is inherently more than that. Honestly, it’s very underrated and I hope more people can watch it and enjoy the nuances of it and the messages that each character can dish out.

I think the team did such a fantastic job at portraying youth. And a lot of the dialogues have made me think about things.

So, hopefully, people start watching it.

TW: depictions of domestic violence and child abuse

Zuko's Hell

In the darkest of nights,

The quietest of moments,

Amidst the harshest of cold winds,

Laying in the loud of the silence

The moonlight glints

The abyss grins

The shadows grow

The eyes stare

He stands petrified

Breath shallow and ragged

Eyes wide in terror

Mouth open in horror

In the past, he visits

In the present, he is

In the dark, he lies

In the pain, he lives

He hears laughing

He smells burning

He sees smiling

He feels he is hurting

A ghostly touch

Yet so painful

He cries

He begs

No one listens

Everyone laughs

They point and stare

Now they whisper and glare

The past of his

A lesson they teach

Experience he has

Pain he befriends

He remembers, words from him

He recalls, cries of his

They talk, the begging he did

They mutter, the sinful deed

Burning hot white pain

Tears streaming down his other eye

He sees, atop of him, his father

Grinning with a wild look in his eyes

Of many things, he wonders

Of his sisters crazed giggles

Of his uncle's cowardly response

Of his mother's absence

Of his father's abuse

Of his ignorance

Ignorance that caused the death of many

The losses of his

He cries

He sins

He watches

He tries

He helps

He rages

He whimpers

He wakes up

He's in another hell

And he thinks,

Only the demon of their hell

Finds it to their liking

He smiles

He's tired

He ages

He's alone

Once more

One last time

One more moment

He dreams