Appreciation - Blog Posts

Probably should've posted this sooner but I'm in love with the userbox @chronicallylav3nd3r made for me!!! Thank you so much again Lav!! 💜

Katakuri appreciation post. No reason for it, I just thought of him and how amazingly edible he is and I thought he deserved some appreciation for being so versatile :)

2 Things I Appreciate about Princess TuTu

1. It's Respect towards Ballet

Barring that first episode,  the main focus of the ballet is not as a gimmick.

Dance is an art form and a style of communication. As my theatre teacher once said, "When words aren't enough, you sing. When singing isn't enough, you dance. And when dancing isn't enough, you sing and dance together."   

Throughout the show, the "fight scenes" are a "war" of ideas, and ballet is used as a conduit and punctuation for said ideas. 

The ballet is used for expression, and while magical elements do occur (for example, Tutu dancing on top of water, or practically flying, or growing plants instantaneously. (which isn't totally uncalled for given that it's taking place inside a story)) the ballet puts the characters thoughts, feelings, and beliefs center stage.

2. The Character Development

Okay, confession time.

When I was first watching Princess Tutu, THIS guy made me really upset. I stuck around for a few episodes because I wanted to see Duck and Mytho end up together, but THIS GUY. EUUUGH......

I didn't hate him (To quote Swoozie, "My gang would never let me be a hater"), but I did dislike him to an extreme degree. Like, I loathed him. So I just quit watching the show and decided that I would look at some fanart to satisfy my desire for Mytho/Duck cuteness, except.......

All y'alls just had Fakir/Duck drawings everywhere,  and to be honest, I thought you guys were crazy. 

So I just swore off Princess Tutu, until one day I decided to give it another go.

And let me tell you....

I was not disappointed.

All four of the main characters grow in some way or another. THAT guy pictured above, went from being my most disliked fictional character to my most favorite fictional character. 

The Heroine grows

The Villain-ess grows

The Jerk grows

The Prince grows

And all in ways that, to me, felt very satisfying and natural. I may be remembering this show through rose tinted glasses, but these characters were very human.

Even if one of them was technically a duck. 

i really hope dan and phil have a good nights sleep tonight

Appreciation post for my friend!

I used to have a problem with asking people bout their day after they ask me bout mine. Not out of rudeness I’m just a very forgetful and tired person.

So whenever I forgot he would just be like “well my day was great” and after time when someone would ask about my day I would just think of him doing that so I now instinctively respond with “what about you” or some shit like that.

Anyways I feel he needs to be appreciated for so thx for bullying manners into me bro love ya.

Shoutout to Leia Organa for showing almost no fear when facing down Vader and Tarkin at age 19, but screaming bloody murder when she sees a suction dinosaur-space rat (aka a mynock) through a space-proof window at age 21.

Shout out to Leia who in the EU, specifically studied history and art to screw with the Empire because those were subjects being actively suppressed. (This is why I headcannon Leia as an artist btw). Imagine being this petty. Iconic.

I just wanted to touch on these two lesser-discussed aspects of Leia. Honestly, what an icon.

True Beauty (minor tdp S2 spoilers)

Can we please appreciate how beautiful all the characters in the Dragon Prince are? Beverly you seen, not only how beautiful they are designed but also the gestures and voices and ugh. Why is everything in this show so beautiful. The women are strong and wonderful. Sarai has exactly the taste of dry Humor that I like and the whole scene where Sarai and Harrow fight and the guards exchange money? SO BEAUTIFUL! Don't even get me started on Amaya and the Sunfire elves. The fighting scenes are so fluid and exciting! Gren is always the optimist and looks quite handsome with a beard if I might say that. I love love LOVE Rayla to death with her sarkasm and basically everything she does. Ezran is so cute especially with Zym ("little doggo dragon"-quote my brother) and Callums inner struggle and how Sarai helped him was so enchanting (is that how the word is used or should I say absorbing?) Claudia is still my girl and I hope Soren gets better soon because we can't live without oblivious boy. Corvus is GREAT, like, how he doesn't even care that Rayla is an elf and just wants to serve his new king, it's so... Ugh I'm so overwhelmed and excited and Help. Also, don't even get me started on Aaravos, he's just so handsome and I don't really care if he's supposed to be the villian because have you heard his voice??? I freaked out when they talked about the two queens because LGBTQ+ representation!!!! And its so well done too. Everything this show does is so great and if it is creating handsome characters, representation of all sorts, may it be lgbt, different people of colour or awesome folks with disabilities, I just want everyone in this fandom to stay as positive and wonderful as we can be and appreciate not only this show but each other and the people around us. (This post doesn't nearly capture everything that's great about the Dragon Prince and I apologize for any spelling errors.)

"Buy the rumor - sell the news"

Favorite LGBTQIA+ tumblr!

For sure would have to be @crimson-chains

I absolutely love all of their works and am always waiting. For them to update both on tumblr and their other accounts.

If you see this @crimson-chains, I want you to know that you bring so much joy into my life and are an absolutely amazing artist and storyteller, thank you for all you do!

An appreciation doodle of the artist of my shit webcomic. #appreciationpost #appreciation #doodle #doodlesofinstagram #drawing #doodles

on Neighbors

I'm walking home from a neighbor's house, the one that is friends with my mom, the one that coached me with public speaking and got me to nationals as a kid, the one that surprised me with a scholarship when I graduated high school. It's a slightly chill evening and it's beautiful.

(We had been talking about my resumé and how I could improve it. We workshopped both that and my portfolio, and discussed possibilities of studies abroad, and swapped stories on things we missed from each other's lives now that I live hundreds of miles away.)

Now I'm walking home in the chill blue evening and I walk past my neighbor's house, the one with the chihuahuas, the one that over a decade ago rescued me when I got my pants caught in my bike chain and fell, trapped. Never met me in my life but when I fell in front of her house she came running out to help my small crying self.

And now I'm walking past my neighbor's house, the pale blue one on the corner, the neighbor that had a tire swing even though she was elderly, the place my family would go on walks to when I was a kid so the kids could play on her tire swing while the grownups talked. That tree died eventually, and my dad helped her cut it down. She gave him the tire swing to take home to us kids.

Over there across the way is my neighbor's house, the one that is good friends with my grandma and paid me to water her plants whenever she went away for a week. I see her husband from time to time out in the garage when I pass their place.

Over just a little bit farther is the orange house that looks like a castle, with the neighbors who had daughters just older than my sister and I, daughters who always gathered up their old clothing into giant bags to drop at our doorstep so my sister and I could have new clothing. A treasure. Their mom came to my graduation and got me a gift.

Now I'm walking down the road and there are the neighbors right next to us, with the small loud dogs, the neighbors that know my dad well. He always has my brothers over to do yard work and the such. Dad loves sending over the boys to collect leaves in the autumn from our neighbors - most of them are elderly and can use the help, and my dad collects truckfuls of leaves to compost for his garden. A win-win.

And there at the end, of course, are my neighbors who always loved to see us each Halloween. They were always prepared for us, always the first ones we saw. My youngest brother always took care of their dog. When our dog got out, that neighbor let us know and we were able to get her before she got too far away.

We were generations apart, my neighbors and I. Yet that never stopped them from loving my family and me.

I hope they know the fond love I have for them now, despite no longer living there.