hello, thank you for taking the time to respond to my anon question about criticism of Shinee, their fandom and their company. I learned from it and thank you for reminding me about how the members and fandom did go through a lot. I also like artists to be themselves you know, not this sugar coated version that they seem to always want to potray in most kpop groups. It baffles me how bts's earlier struggles are glorified to this day when Shinee's struggles and hardships are just as major and more life altering if we compare the two.
You're welcome Anon. 🌈❤️
I wouldn't like to compare the two groups' histories because I think it's an apples and oranges situation. Their trajectories are incomparable. BTS still don't have final say on their music and I think that's a travesty.
One of the things I love the most about SHINee is how they rarely sugarcoat things. In some of the most difficult moments, like when TM was unwell during Bistro de SHINee, they didn't ignore it or pretend like everything was fine. Instead they told him whatever he was feeling was okay. To me that's real. My criticism, tho, is that the company should have been more communicative because a lot of fans did go into dramatics, thinking the worst. Even though I think those fans were over the top, I do understand why they were so emotional. The show ended abruptly after it was clear TM was unwell and the others were worried, and they were all affected by the VCR that played that included lots of old footage of the group with Jjong. SM/UMJ should have thought of the fans more at that time.
Another thing: when Minho came back from enlistment, he was super tightly wound. During DCM comeback, he was argumentative in the promo lives and the more personal, ad hoc ones. Lol. I think he struggled to adjust to his idol life after being a marine. He and Key were catty AF, and Minho even got in a spat with TM during a live in the car. Interestingly, Onew and Key cut them off immediately (TM said something like "why are you being so nasty to me/you've been so nasty to me"). That tells me that was a legit spat because Minho and Key are never cut off when arguing. Anyhow, MH looked apologetic afterward. It doesn't get more real than that.
And I prefer to see something real than something sugarcoated and fake (I'm thinking of Soop tbh). If MH is struggling to feel like himself and being argumentative, I'd rather see that then him pretend and be fake. I'd rather watch Key fuck with him because he knows he's too up tight and needs to loosen up than him walk around on eggshells. Life is imperfect and people argue and annoy one another. I don't have to like everything that comes out of TM's mouth either, or any of the members. I know they're being real and that's fine by me.
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friend wanted to see my tumblr, and when i told him i can’t show it to him bc it’s basically my personal diary he went “oh so I can’t see it but a bunch of strangers on tumblr can??” he literally does not get me. no one will get me like the people in my phone get me
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Recently Youtube's algorithm really wants me to watch Schindler's List and I never had so the other night I sat down and actually watched it.
Having a lot of thoughts about it but a major one I keep coming back to is how even an immensely and deeply flawed human being can go against "just following orders" and instead put in the work to actually help.
It may never be fully enough. It may never save as many as you'd hoped. But when you have a choice to either follow orders or save your fellow humans in front of you, I hope you choose the latter.
Schindler died in poverty. He was not a renown war hero nor was he at all famous or widely beloved. But he saw that he could help, even in some small way, and so he helped.
He was a Nazi who saw what the Nazis were doing to Jews and said no more. Enough. If I can even spare those under my charge, maybe a few extras, then at least I will have tried to do something about this.
I think a lot of people do not fancy this type of activism. It is messy, dangerous, and often completely thankless. Schindler survived as long as he did after the war due to those he saved helping him with donations. He was not popular in his hometown due to his association with Nazis, he was not popular in Germany, he was not popular in Argentina. His businesses all failed. His wife left him. A movie about his deeds was released several years after his death, where he would receive none of the benefits. He went to prison multiple times for simply refusing to hate Jews.
I think a lot of people like to think they're activists, but are sorely unprepared for doing this type of work, and then in truth become activists in name only. This is hard work. But without him, another thousand or so people would be on that death toll.
He took his position of extreme power- a Nazi owning a factory almost entirely operated by Jews, making oodles of money off that cheap slave labor- and said you know what? No. I'm not doing that. I can't save everyone, but as long as they are within my factory, you will not kill my workers. As long as I'm here you aren't harming one hair on the head of any Jew under my care. You're not sending or keeping them in Auschwitz. You're not randomly executing them for entertainment. They're people. You're not murdering them.
"Just following orders" they say. But they didn't have to. They could have helped. They could have did what he did, look around and say "what the fuck am I doing here", and stop. He did. They could have. They didn't.
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Teehee! (Spritesheets your Wangxian)
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Reverse Nerd!AU in which Asuka is a fictional character and Rei is a diehard weeb who makes her their entire personality
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Obsessively reading everything in game by and about Gortash and the dude is
On a philosophical trajectory that ends in immortality thru technology / the machine
Doesn't have an original bone in his body, but he can backwards engineer anything
Halfway to being a decent scientist but doesn't have the education and is deeply impatient
Overconfident in the veracity of his own results and conclusions
Accurately predicted that the brain would metamorphose and become more difficult to control and then did nothing about it
Outsources his propaganda / arts and humanities
Charming, but he got there in a Pavlovian way (learned from trial and error and probably doesn't consciously know how he does it)
Vindictive af (learned / reinforced)
Darwinian (in the worst way)
Sociopathic, obviously, but extremely Rationalist about it
Never asks questions he doesn't know the answer to and probably thinks this makes him sound more authoritative
Completely incompetent as a strategist (but doesn't know it)
Not nearly as narcissistic / full of himself as he pretends to be
Thinks what he wants is praise but it's never enough because it's not actually what he wants (he wants to be wanted)
Bane makes him feel wanted (conditionally)
Durge made him feel wanted (unconditionally)
Understands intellectually that Durge got ambushed, but he feels abandoned
See also: thematic parallels between Gortash and
Silouv Yali (the Adamantine Forge & the construct Grym)
Oliver (in the shadow-cursed lands)
Astarion and Gale, obviously
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[Abandoned by the Lightners, his heart became cracked with hatred.]
Hitting a lil' too close to home?
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the rise of AI art isn't surprising to us. for our entire lives, the attitude towards our skills has always been - that's not a real thing. it has been consistently, repeatedly devalued.
people treat art - all forms of it - as if it could exist by accident, by rote. they don't understand how much art is in the world. someone designed your home. someone designed the sign inside of your local grocery store. when you quote a character or line from something in media, that's a line a real person wrote.
"i could do that." sure, but you didn't. there's this joke where a plumber comes over to a house and twists a single knob. charges the guy 10k. the guy, furious, asks how the hell the bill is so high. the plumber says - "turning the knob was a dollar. the knowledge is the rest of the money."
the trouble is that nobody believes artists have knowledge. that we actively study. that we work hard, beyond doing our scales and occasionally writing a poem. the trouble is that unless you are already framed in a museum or have a book on a shelf or some kind of product, you aren't really an artist. hell, because of where i post my work, i'll never be considered a poet.
the thing that makes you an artist is choice. the thing that makes all art is choice. AI art is the fetid belief that art is instead an equation. that it must answer a specific question. Even with machine learning, AI cannot make a choice the way we can - because the choices we make have always been personal, complicated. our skills cannot be confined to "prompt and execution." what we are "solving" isn't just a system of numbers - it is how we process our entire existence. it isn't just "2 and 2 is 4", it's staring hard at the numbers and making the four into an alligator. it's rearranging the letters to say ow and it is the ugly drawing we make in the margin.
at some point, you will be able to write something by feeding my work into a machine. it will be perfectly legible and even might sound like me. but a machine doesn't understand why i do these things. it can be taught preferences, habits, statistical probability. it doesn't know why certain vowels sound good to me. it doesn't know the private rules i keep. it doesn't know how to keep evolving.
"but i want something to exist that doesn't exist yet." great. i'm glad you feel creative. go ahead and pay a fucking artist for it.
this is all saying something we all already knew. the sad fucking truth: we have to die to remind you. only when we're gone do we suddenly finally fucking mean something to you. artists are not replicable. we each genuinely have a skill, talent, and process that makes us unique. and there's actual quiet power in everything we do.
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i wanted to try drawing him visually softer and now im near tears because I Can't Hug Him
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hitting my toxic yaoi quota + chibi doodles
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had a realization getting dressed today. up til this moment i have kind of figured the gender nonconformity was assumed to be part of the butch thing by most of my coworkers. despite
new coworker staring extremely unsubtly as i wrote down my pronouns for a meeting (sorry tumblr, im any/all irl and sometimes that means saying she/her so i have somewhere to pee)
someone on my direct team sending one of the few trans guys i work with to come into my office for some papers and coincidentally he also spent 2 hours telling me about how rewarding it's been to come out + how great our coworkers are about creating a hostile environment for anyone who misgenders him even accidentally
multiple people telling me unprompted about the one gender neutral bathroom in the entire building (the entire reason i have not been coming out, its very far away)
the same coworker from the pronouns asking me directly if i was transgender last week
like im not really sure how i thought i was flying under the radar until this moment. like in context being asked if i was transgender felt like the natural progression of a conversation but now it seems more like one of those "not everyone wants to be a boy/girl/neither." like "if your coworkers are directly asking you if you're transgender you're probably not being very subtle about it."
anyways changed my pronouns on slack today :) now i'll have to walk across the building to the bathroom :')
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had another consult w Dr. Boobs about my reduction to check on my healing progress, and I continue to get a good grade in boobs
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I can’t get over the thought of Fae!Ghost carrying the baby and calling her cabbage as a term of affection🥺🥺🥺
The way I think Ghost generally is such a girl dad, like he just has the vibe. I can't explain it. He would love a daughter so much and I can't believe that I'm going along with this dubiously Canon garden baby.
She has the tiniest little fingers Simon's ever seen. The sweetest little pink lips, and scrunchy nose when she yawns and cuddles close against his chest. He could stare at her for ages and never get tired of it.
"She has your nose," he says, soft and low, fingers tracing the lines of the baby's cheek, the folds of its ear, "clingy like you too."
"You can spare her a compliment," you smile, resting your head against his shoulder to look down at where your little seedling is nestled in the crook of his arm.
"Those are compliments," Simon huffs. He likes you clingy, loves every piece of you including this tiny big surprise. You reach to adjust the makeshift onesie, fingers delicate as you take her little hand between your fingers. He's never seen you so gentle with anything.
"She's really ours," its half a question, you almost sound like you don't believe it. Simon understands the sentiment. Nothing this delicate, nothing this needy and perfect, should ever have come from anything he did. "God she's really ours." You choke, your absolute and overwhelming joy lighting up gold in his chest. Simon turns his head to kiss your temple, feeling the wetness of your tears through the fabric of his shirt. The feeling is mutual.
"You hold her," he coaxes gently, you sob around a smile and nod as he transfers the newborn to your arms. You look so sweetly down at her, eyes still brimming with unshed tears, Simon can't help pulling you into his lap. His big arms wrapping around you to hold you close against his chest, chin resting on your shoulder to keep an eye on the slumbering infant. "Little cabbage needs a name," he smiles feeling your shoulders shake with repressed laughter.
"The cabbage needs a lot of stuff, let's start with diapers and formula before we get to the big shit."
"Lets watch the fucking language in front of the baby." That gets an actual laugh from you, water and pure.
"We're going to be such awful parents." You tell him, cuddling closer, and Simon thinks his heart might squeeze just a bit too tight. Something about the way you sigh and relax against him, the way you hold his child, his child. Both of you safe and his in his arms.
He doesn't stop purring for hours.
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Thank you all for voting in the poll to decide who was going to be the leader of the band! It turned out to be such a close race!
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I got bored lol
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