Ari. 30f. Yoongi is my Religion, Woozi is my ult, TXT are my soul | I post BTS/TXT/Seventeen/Ateez/Stray Kids/ONEUS | Writing blog: @arijensineink Spam blog:@mazeinmymirror
The Modern Tumblr world sure seems to like formal introduction posts, so I guess I'll give it a go!
Call me Ari, I'm a 31 year old writer and artist living on the northeast coast of the US. Pronouns are she/her.
I started stanning BTS in January of 2021, so my 3 year anni with them is fast approaching. Yoongi is my god, my strength, my EVERYTHING MY WHOLE WORLD but I love the all tannies with all my heart.
I wrote an article about why BTS and Yoongi mean so much to me, and how they helped me overcome depression, a physical injury, and suicidal thoughts, so I'll link that instead of retelling the story.
BTS and Min Yoongi gave me Permission To Dance again, and I would not be who I am, or writing this now, without them.
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BTS is my soul, TXT is my ult, and Ateez are my... well idk but I love the actual hell out of them. I'm also a casual fan of Seori, TWICE, New Jeans, SHINee, Nu'est, Oneus, Enhypen, and Le Sserafim. π
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Biases
BTS - Yoongi, J-Hope
TXT - Huening Kai, Soobin, OT5 forever, picking a bias in TXT is hardπβ¨
Oneus - Hwangwoon + Seoho
Ateez - San, Wooyoung, Yeosang
Concerts
TXT LOVESICK in NYC, 220709 π
ONEUS WORLD TOUR in MD, 220114π€
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Anyway, there be my intro! Aside from my writing and art Kpop is kind of EVERYTHING to me.
I love to talk music so don't be shy to follow and say hello! I will follow back on my main @arijensineink !
People really need to realise that βmedia can affect real lifeβ doesnβt mean βthis character does bad things so people will read that and start doing bad thingsβ and actually means βideas in fiction especially stereotypes about minority groups can affect how the reader views those groups, an authors implicit prejudices can be passed on to readersβ
How fiction affects reality is about how it meshes with your internal templates for how the real world works.
Ratings are based on a rough estimate of when most people will have those templates form. For instance, thereβs a standard for childrenβs media which states that youβre not supposed to include imitable violence more severe than an open-handed slap, because kids are just learning the overrides for the monkey-brain βif someone makes us angry, we hit them to send a messageβ drive. You canβt make a show for preschoolers that shows how to throw a punch, because they might very well just start punching people.
But you can show your average teenager as much punching as you want, and unless their parents REALLY fucked up, they wonβt take it to mean βthis is how you solve ANY problem, from a threat to your life, to someone looking at you funny.β When you can show the use of realistic guns to a person without them deciding that shooting people is a good idea depends on a lot of personal and cultural factors, but as a standard we can settle on people tend to agree that, as long as it doesnβt settle into reinforcing stereotypes as a possible invocation of βthings that are okay only to defend your own lifeβ or blatant war propaganda or similar exceptions, most adults can see all the violence they want - yes, even glorified violence - without turning into a violent menace themselves.
If you have it impressed upon you your whole life that killing people is bad - as you will, unless you have the worst kind of parents imaginable - you can watch your favorite action star kill tons of dudes, or play games that are just excuse plots for killing tons of dudes, or read about a million and a half creative ways to get away with killing tons of dudes, and youβre still not going to run out and kill tons of dudes or even think it might be okay to kill tons of dudes. This is because your mental template for how the world works strongly emphasizes βdeath = tragic; killing people = hurtful and badβ. Again, it might fuck with your head if the explanation for why killing tons of dudes is justified in the context of this piece of media aligns with common stereotypes of real people, or your own preexisting biases - this is how propaganda works - but even in THOSE cases a lot more factors have to align to get someone to the full extreme end and think βyes, killing tons of dudes irl is the answer to all my problems!β
Itβs where people have weaker templates thatβs really a problem. For example, most Americans have no idea that Cairo in the modern day like this:
β¦because theyβve been inundated with media that portrays Egypt as looking homogeneously like this:
And - and this is the important part - they have had little to no experience to tell them otherwise.
Now, Iβm assuming the majority of the people reading this post donβt live in Cairo - if you do, take this shoutout! - and if you are in that majority that doesnβt, imagine if someone tried to pass something like this off as your own hometown. Obviously, youβll call bullshit! Youβve seen that place and itβs nothing like that!
But if itβs a place you donβt know anything about beyond the fact that it exists and has these famous landmarks for these famous historical reasons, then anyone canβ¦pretty much just say whatever they want from that baseline, no matter how absurd, and you will probably accept it as, if not a fact, at least a believable fictionalization with some basis in reality. At most, maybe youβll go
This is how media creates and perpetuates stereotypes - by getting in where you donβt know better and forming your mental template. It can even work if you do have real-life counterexamples, when those real-life counterexamples are uncommon enough or you donβt spend enough time with them - if you know maybe 5 members of a minority group and none of them act like the 500 stereotyped examples you see on TV, youβre likely to end up thinking βokay, there are exceptions to the ruleβ, rather than βthe rule is bullshitβ.
This is why βhonest, varied representation mattersβ and βnot all fiction is 1:1 monkey-see-monkey-do propaganda and itβs really dickish to assume the worst of someone just because they like one (1) game that you see unfortunate implications in or somethingβ are both statements that can and should coexist.
I really think everyone needs to truly internalize this:
Fictional characters are objects.
They are not people. You cannot "objectify" them, because they have no personhood to be deprived of. They have no humanity to be erased. You cannot "disrespect" them, because they are not real.
I know this has good intentions, so I will just add the "how you treat them, even as objects of fiction, can speak about your own character, be careful out there"
Your addition is actually completely antithetical to my message. It is literally the opposite of what I am conveying.
Stop telling people to encourage the cop inside their head.
How you treat fictional characters, given they are entirely objects of fiction, does NOT necessarily speak to your own character, and you do not need to be "careful".
It is not dangerous to imagine dark things happening to fictional characters. It does not mean you are secretly a bad person. It does not mean you unconsciously want to hurt people in real life. It is not a "slippery slope" to doing bad things to people in real life. You cannot damage your brain or turn yourself into a bad person by consuming "dark" fanfic.
I can write tentacle noncon of my favorite character all day long and be a fierce anti-sexual assault advocate in real life because what I do in my head is not the same thing as what I do in real life.
Being creative in this modern world is like fighting a daily battle...
This one has links to a couple in-depth blog articles, as well as a nice questionnaire you can use to reflect on your year of writing <3
My newsletter is a labor of love. Each new subscriber I get truly brings me joy, and I can only hope my little writings bring some encouragement and inspiration to you, dear writer.
So if you like, please share with your friends and hit that reblog button. It means the world to me.
genre : fluff (?), angst, unrequited love, one side pining on your best friend
word count : 517
synopsis : again at 2am you find yourself lying on the vast green field, staring at the starry night sky. with your enchanter lying beside, a sense of longing and delusion fills you inside.
warning : angst, tissues maybe, reader is delusional (we all are), sad sad sad
a/n : my first fic! idk why this song reminds me of your name. it reminds me of hyuka as well, cuz he's so mystical and moon night sky water painting coded as you see in the pics up there (if that makes any sense). i cried while writing this, i hope you enjoy! m.list
Under the numerous stars, you are both lying on the soft field of grass, the leaves tickling your skin as a breeze blows by. The two pairs of gleaming eyes are mesmerised, absorbed with counting the endless glitter granules sprayed across the prussian blue sky. At times you break contact to look at the boy beside you, who represents a star himself. You can call him the sun. Though hidden in the depths of the night sky, the sun has it's presence through it's glowing moon. You can call yourself the moon, basked in his bright light that makes you shine in the darkness.
He stops his random rambles, which have been deflected from his counting, to look back at you. The sound of the breeze fills the silence between you two, while you have your eyes locked with each other. After a minute of silence, a gentle smile graces his lips that your lips reciprocate. A warm nostalgic feeling fills your heart, which reminds you of all those coffee hangouts you had with him in the winter mornings.
The last 2am you are spending with him before who knows when you will see him again, or will you ever. Shifting to a far away place to pursue your dream has its prices. If that includes losing another dream of yours, another star that you want to keep close to you forever, you nod. As if a needle has pricked your heart, the bittersweet nostalgia has morphed into the sourness of despair and hopelessness. Anyways it's too late, the words you wanted to say all along would be meaningless if you aren't going to stay for another tomorrow with him.
Your eyes well up with tears and he reaches out his hand to wipe them off. The smiles are now laces to keep the emotions within yourselves intact. You feel it is far fetched but you can't help yourself but hope that he has just you as someone who will wait for him and that he would do the same for you for years. It feels foolish and selfish to want to keep him all to yourself as you will never be ready to let him go. Those buried feelings made you hope that there isn't someone else he will fall for in that undefined timeline. You hope it isn't someone else that may cross his mind every time he looks at a star. And you feel guilty. Because you know, you don't deserve him. And you know deep down, that the stars will not fall for your wish.
That's when his phone rang. He takes out his phone, his smile spreads a little wider as he reads the name on the phone screen. He does have someone who has been waiting for him already, the same who he has fallen in love with. And it isn't you. Will never be.
