I love you kyoya otori. I love you tamaki suoh. I love you haruhi fujioka. I love you tamakyo. I love you Ouran high school host club.
I am chewing on this show like a dog
their first Valentine’s Day
T as in Tobio Kageyama
*poor punctuation/grammar, what are capital letters again? :) mention of divorce, dysfunctional view of family, might not make sense, i wrote this while trying to fall asleep, therefore not proofread as i fell asleep, see that makes sense doesn't it?
i have only seen the anime, but ouran has taught me so much about the meaning of family. as a child of divorced parents, even though i am blessed to have always been safe and loved, family has always been a confusing, and borderline negative term. familial pressures and societal views have no doubt shaped my view of the institution of family growing up. according to (segments of) society, there was a formula to a functional family, and mine didn’t quite fit the bill. according to (members of) my family, the things I did should be based on the preferences of (said members of) my family, and the stress i faced was only collateral damage for the happiness of (or maximum peace between) everyone else.
thus, i deduced that my family were merely people who felt a moral obligation to love me; whom i was bound to love in return because of my own moral obligations. I wasn’t satisfied with this answer, because if my family were merely people i was biologically related to, why are morals at play? the only explanation was that the term “family” meant obligations, expectations and responsibility. an obligation for your family to love you, and you them, an expectation to do what those who love you ask of you, and a responsibility to act in your family’s interest. familial love came with such strings attached. if that were the case, wouldn’t we all be better off without family? no strings attached, free to do as we please. it was harsh, but that’s how the world works, isn’t it? the only problem was that even I didn’t fully believe in this black and white world i created in my mind.
the high-society families in ouran matched my understanding of family perfectly. obligations, expectations, responsibility. the family that encapsulates this in its entirety is none other than the ootoris: kyoya, as the third born son — obligations — has to do more than his brothers to please his father, yet should not outshine his brothers — expectations. That would be overstepping his role. his father frowned upon his involvement in the host club — responsibility. He should have prioritised his family’s preferences over his own and acted in the interest of his family. he accepts the burden of being an ootori, just as I accepted my own loaded definition of family, until we met tamaki.
yall wouldnt barty be the kind to have a jumpscare alarm at like 7am?? like volume max vibrations 100% and the sound is like some high pitched screaming
haruhi fans are the coolest people ever tamaki fans are surprisingly normal kyoya fans... are kyoya fans and kaoru fans are just really weird
“I’ve always thought of school as a simulation ground to practice the manipulation of people. But if I find even one person I consider a true friend here…that is more than enough for me.”
— Kyoya Ootori
mmmk it’s been long enough hi hi
Rich city teens Barty and Regulus just running away one night and never looking back. Regulus waiting on his bed, backpack on his shoulder, Barty throwing a rock at his window, waiting down below with his own duffel bag and the car his father got him for his 16th birthday, Regulus climbs down, jumping into the passenger seat as Barty climbs in the driver's and they just go, laughing in disbelief cause they never thought they'd actually go through with it, they don't really have a destination in mind but Regulus has got a postcard Sirius had sent him and nothing stopping him from going anymore, Barty suggests after that they take a trip to Italy, people don't question money, and they took lots of it from their parents before they left.
incredibly elaborate bit me and @iclimbtreestofeelalive came up with while i was playing pokemon Y iii couldn't pick if i should put this on the art blog but whateverr hello if you scrolled down this far sorry for the long post okay i love you