When I was a teenager when I lived with my parents, my bedroom was in the basement, and as such they didn’t particularly care what I did to my walls, ceiling etc
Which is why they didn’t care at all when, at age 13 in the mid-2000′s, I told them I was going to paint my walls with 6 foot tall murals of my favorite anime characters at the time.
Now, my parents have turned my old bedroom into a family room but refuse to cover up my adolescent shame, and every time I go over to visit I’m confronted with the troubling reality of the towering, hand-painted Inuyasha glowering at me from on high, reminding me I can never truly escape the sins of my past.
You asked, and I harangued my poor mother into getting pictures.
Notice how they DID paint the room, but left my… Beautiful artwork in tact.
And a hidden treat in the corner…
From when I had a brief and horribly misbegotten adolescent mega crush on Hiruma from Eyeshield 21
hey op that’s quality fucking artwork in terms of sheer technical skill that the fuck
Yeah my dude you actually did a pretty good job especially considering it was a wall and not tilted at a friendly angle
Hey, op, cringe culture is dead, you did a good job on that art and these characters meant something for you. Your mom saw that importance and she kept them. There’s nothing to be ashamed of
