Happy Acchan day guys πππππ
Driving myself crazy over this interview with Imai Hisashi.
The question is quite ambiguous, "Have you ever liked someone of the same sex" - I've seen three translations of the word used for "like" here: a) be in love with b) liking (as in friendship) c) liking (as in fancying)
Atsushi's answer is absolutely unambiguous; he starts gushing about how much he loves Issay and how cool he thinks Issay is
Hide, Yuta and Toll's answers are equally unambiguous. All of them specify, "romantic love?" and answer "No!"
Imai, in very neurodivergent fashion, responds to an ambiguous question with an equally ambiguous answer. "I have! As a human being."
And I don't know how to translate that.
Because in English, "I like you... as a person" has strong connotations of "...but I'm not physically attracted to you and don't want to date / have sex with you."
But "I like you... as a human being" has strong connotations of "I am so strongly attracted to your whole personality that the details of your physical sex are simply irrelevant."
And in Japanese, I don't know if either of those connotations exist.
However, the latter interpretation is so common among neurodivergent folks that there's a whole term for it: Neuroqueer (in a nutshell, the idea that the whole concepts of binary gender and fixed orientation are so heavily dependent on the exact types of social conventions that ND folks struggle with, as to render them meaningless to us.)
I love that Imai leaves it so ambiguous. There's one interpretation that leaves this at "I love men, but only platonically" and there's another that is "I love... humans!" And given my headcanon of Imai as Neurodivergent, I know which interpretation I'm going with.
Took some inspiration from the classic Nosferatu posters and decided to try something different today, giving the high-contrast comic style another shot π
"likes mean nothing on tumblr" you're sending me a little heart. that's not nothing it's your heart. look here's one for you <3
Third snippet for the moment, this should technically end up at the end
βNow, Will.β He hums. Hannibal seems to find that a satisfactory response. βI do hope youβre not thinking of betraying me.β Willβs blood runs cold. His heartbeat is suddenly thunderous in his ears.
βNo.β Will swallows hard. βOf course not.β His voice wavers so much more than he hoped it would. His voice comes out so much more feeble. He thinks he covers it well, if nothing else.
βGood,β Hannibal replies. His tone isβ¦ different. Thereβs something off about it. βIβd hate to lose such a promising specimen.β
He knows.
Will realizes it so suddenly, that he makes a surprised little sound, just a short intake of breath, barely even a whisper of a sound.
Hannibal hears it. His brows crease, just a little. Itβs so subtle that if someone else were there with them, theyβd probably think Will crazy for seeing it.
Hannibal knows.
And nothing Will can do will cover the fact that Hannibal knows.Β
prometheus: hot take,
the greek gods: no give that back