I feel like I need to explain something about this photo and my body. By this point in the shoot my binding had slipped from my boobs to my belly, and I didn’t want to make things awkward by stopping to undress and pull it back up. So that’s my boobs. With no binding. Bra. Or anything. … Sometimes I don’t even know why I even bother binding. ._.; But yeah that’s why you can vaguely see a boob shape in this photo. XD
But yeah if you ever wondered why I lean toward male characters this is why.
This scene is so beautiful to me because it’s one of those things the writers put in for the older viewers despite the overwhelming younger demographic, but instead of some kind of sexual joke, it’s an actually powerful wake-up call.
Just because someone is of the same blood as you, doesn’t mean you automatically have to love them. Your family needs to earn your love and respect, not mandate it due to the presence of mutual genes. And I think that’s something a lot of us don’t realize until we’re older, and it’s a bit too late.