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Tomorrow is Christmas Eve... The day where we celebrate Earth being saved by a 15 year old in a 16m tall death machine with a Really Big Fucking Gun (RBFG)™...

Serena and I are nowhere near this point in our rewatch lmao

which is fine, I can watch ep 49 alone (which I might prefer because I end up becoming a huge fucking emotional mess and why would I want to subject someone to that?)

people always ask "why do you get emotional during this when you've seen this 97453849635 times? do you think this time he's not gonna save the day?"

oh no I know nothing changes. nothing in the episode changes it's just that any time I've come back to Gundam Wing it's been some kind of pivotal moment in my life.

I first watched the series not long after my dad passed.
I rewatched it the first time in 2008 and it was like a whole different series (I was going thru shit then too I was always going thru shit).
I came back to the fandom in 2012 and GW became a hyperfixation for me because lots of shit was happening in 2012. Heero was that character I fixated on because I related to him so much and I constantly wondered and still kind of do wonder why and also what does that say about me as a person? (I don't really wonder why because lol I've psychoanalysed Heero twice now.)

Heero was always that like, idk if I wanna use the word "cliche" but that cliched "beacon of light and hope" in my life which is weird to say. and whenever someone asks how or why I just point at ep 49 and go "that's why." Heero is an unhinged disaster of a teenager ok and he goes from that to realising the meaning of life and how to find purpose within it and that looking towards the future isn't a bad thing after all. he's never needed to look at the future because he always assumed he'd be dead before it mattered but now it does and also death is staring him in the face. every time Heero was given a chance to give in and give up he didn't. it was always one of those "I'm gonna give it a try and if it goes bad well I'll be dead so SHRUG"

and he always came out alive in the end

the whole "my card isn't up yet" line

but then you have a very real life or death situation most people would throw their hands up at and go NOPE CAN'T BE DONE but Heero is just like
if I fuck up we're all dead anyway right? so we may as well try, we might succeed.

Heero would rather die than just throw up his hands going NOPE
death literally staring him in the face he has like a 0.000001 percent chance of succeeding the odds are NOT in his favour everything is shorting out around him he very well could die, not even due to Libra it's due to idk his fucking cockpit blowing up
  
does Heero care? no

"Ore ga shinanai" is basically "I won't die" and the way Heero says it it's more like I refuse to die. as with a lot of Heero's most impactful (to me) lines it's all about the delivery for me and in Japanese this literally knocked the wind out of me and sent me into hysterics... and when I wrote my first meta on Heero and I revisited this scene from an analytical lens...it sent me into hysterics again...because this is the literal culmination of 48 episodes' worth of characterisation. Heero going from "I don't really give a fuck if I die who cares?" to "I don't want to die and won't die because I found a reason to think about what my future looks like"
 
it was that point in my meta I had an emotional breakdown because oh. oh no. I feel really fucking called out???

Heero lived to see the war end—I got to live to see my own personal war end.
did I think I would be here in a house that has my name is on the deed? no. never.   
did I think I'd be here in my early-not-quite-mid 30s? roflmao no—I never saw myself living till 18. I have lived 14 years longer than I ever intended.

I never saw a life outside of abuse and yet here I am, I made it to the end of this book and I'm ready to start an entirely new one. I don't have to dream of one day reaching the finish line so to speak that Heero reached because I'm there and you know what? Heero's got some catching up to do. I beat pretty impossible odds and I should be proud of myself. people should be proud of me, and are proud of me.

I don't need Heero anymore... I feel like...watching ep 49 is like saying goodbye to an old friend whose shoulder I leaned on so much throughout childhood and early adulthood and now I'm able to stand on my own two feet, I'm in a better place to be able to cope and cope in a healthy manner... And that's good! But it's also bittersweet. It means I'm getting better.

I know if I need Heero again I can always watch Gundam Wing again but I am trying to go beyond the escapist techniques we've been using our entire existence.

For the first time in my life I can write a post-canon Heero from a place of healing instead of us both bumbling around like fools trying to figure life out.
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Does your wife Serena read your fics?
for the most part she doesn't read the things I write and tbh I am okay with that because tbh the thought of her reading my fics or meta makes me feel weird but that's probs because of a thing called Childhood Trauma...

when I was younger, any time I had friends read my shit as a kid they would make fun of it or just...say that it was stupid/they didn't like it/why tf would I write this/etc they just didn't get it they didn't get my interests or why I was the way I was. why I was so enmeshed in geeky things like anime and manga and video games. space. scifi.

my dad was a Trekkie like c'mon what more do you want from me

I DIDN'T ALWAYS FEEL THIS WAY about Serena reading my fics/meta/whatever! Considering how we met (on a Discord server dedicated to Gundam Wing) and the things we'd discuss (Heero, fanfiction worldbuilding, etc) like. She would be the perfect person to talk these things over with! To get to read my fics!

But then we got married. My online fandom life crossed over into my offline "normie" life where all of my geeky shit was more or less hidden in spaces that I only occupied. because that's what was expected of me. I could like whatever I wanted so long as I wasn't loud about it. and by "loud" I mean I didn't mention it at all and didn't show any of it. to anyone. I didn't have IRL people really to share my interests with and I certainly didn't have IRL people actively in fandom with me.

people thought I was weird for being involved in fandom, in fact. because fandom at that point was frowned upon, and you were considered some NEET loser.

so it was a strictly online only thing, a "hidden in the back of my closet" kind of thing, a "posters that cover the walls of a bedroom no one but me comes into anyway" kind of thing.

even now despite the fact that my wife and I are both involved in some way with GW fandom and we swap fic ideas and shit with each other...after like two minutes I go quiet because that little voice in my head is like

"you've bored her long enough don't you think?"
"no one cares about Heero as much as you do, you can stop talking now"

like no one in my family gave a fuck about my interests, they hated when I would go on about them
(the exception was my dad, who loved talking animanga with me!)

When it comes to "geeky things" Serena and I are more likely to talk about Zelda tbh

Here I am, I'm living the ultimate fandom dream and at the same time I am not

because I just can't shake the feeling that I am secretly being judged by what I write (even though I know I'm probably not being judged). like. no one growing up understood my hyperfixations and special interests because they weren't neurodivergent or they weren't the same kind of neurospicy I am so there was this disconnect. everyone just kind of wrote them off as something stupid and made me think no one gave a shit and that my friends couldn't care less so I didn't really...discuss these things with IRL people even though my two best friends were also into anime and video games

like it was my IRL BFF got me into GW
did I geek out with Daniel about GW? no! I did not!
why not?
because "none of your IRL friends give a shit"

so I kept it to online spaces... and tbh I...still do.

all of my fandom stuff is for the most part in my office. and like. we're going to have a house soon right? a house where I can have all of my fandom stuff out in the open. like in the living room for instance. part of me is really excited for that! the other part is absolutely fucking terrified and like "why would you do that, why would you out us like that? what if we end up judged for our gunplay or our plushies or figures??"

because having that stuff out in the open was heavily frowned upon! it was to be kept hidden in my room or something. out of sight - like my sexuality! because I can have the proverbial "closet door" open but God forbid I actually step out of the closet and celebrate the fact that I'm queer.

It all goes back to Egg, my failure of a parental unit. I guess because Egg had no interests (still doesn't) no one else was allowed to either and if you did that was frowned upon and weird. idk.

I know for the record that there is nothing shameful about any of my interests or my fandom involvement but it's really hard to shake that initial skincrawl feeling at the thought of my gunpla being on display to literally everyone who comes into the living room for example

like my brother-in-law Fernando has all sorts of geeky shit just out there in plain sight: game consoles, Pokemon throw rugs, Funko Pop...like. you name it.

I married into a geeky family. they would think my figures and models are cool!

but part of me is like "we need to keep that hidden".
"we're going to be judged."
"we will be shamed for being who we are."

now y'all know me. I am so fucking out and proud about myself and my interests. I am p comfortable with myself and my wife helped me achieve that by giving me a place where I can feel safe doing that.

and I know which part it is that feels uncomf. it's Elle. the one who received corporal punishment from Egg for the most trivial of offences. who was made to feel ashamed of, well, everything and anything. she is the one going, in her small, soft voice, "everything must be confined to our room/our spaces."

if you ask Aleks his opinion on why we're like this he will point at Egg and let that speak for itself. everything that says "me" was to be more or less suppressed.

hell I feel weird sharing my interests with my wife (for fear of judgement) and that's so fucking stupid when you see how we met. but it's like. now that things have gone from online fandom fun times to IRL offline reality it's like a switch has flipped and we're not going "okay it's time to not do that anymore."

my entire life more or less just exists either in my head or online. when it comes to having an offline life...I am completely different. devoid of sharing interests for fear of being judged. even though I know I'm not being judged by anyone...except Egg. I'm no longer whatever the fuck child she had in her head in my place. and she doesn't know what to do with that. but that's not my problem, that's hers.

idk if any of this makes sense.

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