Slight spoilers but Emma having spent her entire childhood moving around never staying long enough to make friends or get closure from the bullying and her adult coping mechanism being "let's start over" was chef's kiss
"the imaginary or hypothetical harm that we believe a black person to be capable of enacting will always be less socially acceptable than the harm we know for a fact white people materially cause" the movie.
Acrylic painting of MJ I made for school!!! I'm really proud of how this turned out :3 This is actually my first time using acrylics, the only reason why it looks decent is because i've "painted" so many times digitally lol
In my head, both Robby and Dennis are quite affectionate in public.
Nothing too crazy, obviously. Holding hands, kisses here and there, Robby's arm securely wrapped around Dennis' shoulders, or maybe his waist. Robby was already touchy before they got together, and I can't imagine it dwindling after. Dennis became more confident in initiating it himself after a bit of time, just enough to fully process that holy shit, they're really dating, he can do that now.
But more even than giving, which of course they love (taking care of the other is a want and a need that comes naturally to them), they both unspokenly enjoy being on the receiving end of such attentions, especially in public.
Dennis, because his whole life he was told he was someone to be ashamed of, someone corrupted by a wrongness that resided in the core of his existence.
He was always a failure in his father's eyes, a disappointment in his mother's, and something more than a placeholder but less than worthy family in his brothers'. Too sensible, too soft, too stubborn and foolish. He was sent away and disowned, guilty of a sin that was nothing but being in love, and he had to learn how to let the looks of pity and disgust of outsiders melt away into the streets, let them merge with the harsh concrete while he slept wherever the city let him.
And now Robby cups his cheek in front of everybody, calls him sweetheart, baby, love in the crowds, kisses his lips and orbits around him as if Dennis were the sun itself. He doesn't slap his hand away, doesn't demand he stifles his annoying giggles, doesn't berate him for being himself — no, if anything he praises him for it. As if Dennis were doing him a favour by simply existing. Robby loves Dennis, and he doesn't treat him or their relationship as something to be ashamed of.
Robby, because he has never considered himself worthy and deserving of pure and deep affection, because he has never seen himself as someone other than a fucked up man and a burden in the long run.
All of him is too much. Too much to bear, to deal with, to carry on one's shoulder. He doesn't stand himself most of the time, so he understands why nobody else would ever put up with him, and he wouldn't wish it on his worst enemy. He tries, he really tries, but even if he attempts to pretend not to, he knows that deep down there is something fundamentally wrong with him. Something dark and heavy and painful that lives with him, that has planted its seed one day long ago, and that has grown into poisonous branches and sick ivy between his ribs, in his heart, around his throat.
Yet Dennis looks at him as if he hung the stars and the moon — which he would, for him, if he asked, he would do anything — and he intertwines their arms while they walk aimlessly in the park, he calls him out on his bullshit and holds him as he breaks down, and then he stays. He has seen the worst parts of him, the bloody and scared ones he can't even face himself, and never left. He feels like someone unworthy of grace, and then Dennis laughs and kisses him on the sidewalk because he is happy to be with him. Because he knows him and his flaws, and he doesn't pretend they don't exist, and he loves him.
They like the attention and the affections because it's a reminder that they constantly choose each other, over and over, chosen for who they are. That someone knows them, heart and skin and soul, and in front of everybody holds them as if saying, look at this person, at this wonderful person.
Look and know that I see them, I want them, and I'm completely and utterly in love.
A lot of people seem to think Sieun's and Suho's relationship is just sweet and lovey dovey and nice, and completely miss the darker, violent side of their connection. For hurting Sieun, Suho breaks Yeongbin's hand like nothing and sits there completely unbothered while that boy cries in pain at his feet. For hurting Suho, Sieun smashes Wooyoung's ankle with a dumbbell and leaves him screaming on the floor, utterly uncaring. Both are capable of great violence and are deeply obsessed with each other to the point of unleashing it on others with no fucks given.
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