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My Top Posts in 2021

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#3

shamy

Oh you're about to regret asking me this . . .

I don't think I ever really talked about it on tumblr, but I have a complicated relationship with The Big Bang Theory. I actually hated it for a long time. And then I ended up meeting the director, which caused me to feel bad because A) he was nice and B) it didn't seem fair that someone like me got to have that experience while there are tons of fans who would have killed for it. So I started to think maybe I should give the show another chance. And then sometime after that I finally saw an episode with Amy in it.

Now I don't believe in love at first sight unless we're talking about with a fictional character, because that's exactly what happened to me here. Amy was my favorite from the instant I saw her. It was like a trap, like she was specifically designed for me to love her, and I fell right into it. I still didn't really even like the show, but I loved Amy, and by extension, I loved her relationship with Sheldon. And all that love eventually won out over any other feelings I had on the matter.

I've kept quiet about this for a long time, but back in 2016 I very nearly became obsessed with Shamy. I'm actually still really not sure how I avoided it then. I had been working this tedious wfh part-time freelance job and often left TBS reruns on in the background so I had something to listen to while I worked, and it got to the point that I started looking up fanfiction for them. But then the job ended and somehow I suppressed all that until like, I don't know, this past February?

It was just such a joy to see these two characters who started out so, so similar to one another push against each other and slowly grow together through their interactions. I think it's interesting, too, to watch characters who have dedicated their lives to logic and the pursuit of pure knowledge suddenly have to grapple with questions of love and fate and the chaos all of that can bring.

Additionally, I really appreciate this story of finding your first love later in life. I feel like that's pretty rare to see in TV shows and it makes Sheldon and Amy feel really special. Like they're so different from the other couples on TBBT. They're so sweet and innocent and the other characters make fun of them for it, but they have the most stable relationship out of any of them. Even when they broke up, it only ended up making them stronger. Especially after that, I really get the sense that theirs wasn't some blind infatuation or a settling for one another, they genuinely chose each other and were committed to bringing out the best in each other.

Sorry this is getting long. You didn't give me a number so I'm just here gushing. I'm going to close with some of my favorite Shamy moments.

#1 The Blanket Fort

I cannot even talk about this episode without crying. I'm actually crying right now. This encapsulates everything I love about them. For the uninitiated, Sheldon was upset because he wasn't invited to this symposium he wanted to go to and spent a large part of the day complaining about it. He was still complaining about it on Date Night, where he finally asks Amy, "Do you think there comes a point in life when it stops feeling bad to be left out of things?" Amy answers, "Probably not." When Sheldon goes on to say it reminds him of when he was younger and his siblings would build forts and not let him in, Amy offers to build a fort with him now. And so they do. And it is glorious. And they way they smile at each other here is just so pure it makes me ache.

#2 The Proposal

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A NaruHina fanfic based off of shamy’s doujinshi posted May 31, 2019.  Please check out her 5-panel illustration!

Summary:  Naruto, a skilled theater technician, and Hinata, a breakout pianist and composer, smile at each other.

Rated: G

Chapter 1: Unexpected

Note: This chapter has been edited from its original posting.

Naruto had always liked being the center of attention.  As a small kid, he enjoyed making others laugh (sometimes disruptively, but what kid isn’t a little rascal?).  His dream job was a comedian, and when the chance arose to formally get up on the stage in high school, he went for it.  He joined drama class!

Little did he realize, he had absolutely no talent for acting…dancing…singing…anything really.  

His uncoordinated movements and awkwardly delivered lines really seemed meant for comedy, as if everything he did was tongue-in-cheek, even when he tried his best.  He laughed it off, but it was disheartening to find out that drama wasn’t what he thought it was going to be.  Improv was great fun.  Everything else…not so much.  But it was too late to switch classes.

So the drama teacher assigned him to stage handing.  At first it was sets and props.  He was one of those guys dressed in all black who had to skitter across the stage unseen between acts and it kinda really sucked for him.  

At one rehearsal, during a break, he was so bored, he snuck behind the tech and started fooling around with the switches and buttons just to see what they would do.  He wasn’t afraid of breaking it, like how can you break something by just turning things on and off and sliding things around.

Well, he got caught.  And he might’ve needed to serve detention.

On the plus side, after that show, the teacher gave him the chance to start learning lights and sound with the older students.  He had a natural instinct when it came to understanding the feeling the act was trying to convey and determining the lights to push that mood forward in a visual, almost tangible, way.  

Lights and sound turned out to be a real skill.  Friends would watch him work and just stare at him with an expression of ‘how does he know what to do with all that stuff.’  He liked to explain the controls and the applications on the computer to them as technically as possible while acting as if he was dumbing it down (“well this is just a basic RGB console, so I just have to apply the Additive Color Theory.  It’s simple, really”), just to make himself sound that much more impressive.

He was soon asked to help with school events, music performances, dances…just plugging all the wires in earned him admiring comments.  

He found the attention he had originally been seeking in a much different vein.  It was ironic in a way he appreciated, considering that he was never in the spotlight.  He always thought drama would be about standing out and expressing the individual.  He realized he had a passion for the other side of that.  Working with a team to, really, control the emotions of the audience, to dig deeper into drawing out the will of the actor.  There was a kind of power in being behind-the-scenes that he hadn’t expected, and it was a shared understanding all the backstage guys held.  

From high school to volunteer and part-time work as a Casual, and all through college, he worked with and befriended numerous different artists.  Each had their own unique vision, and he got to play a part in bringing that to life for the artist and the audience.

The connections he made through it all served him well.  The Historic Konoha Theatre had an opening on their tech team.  He applied.  He was hired, even with how young he was.

The first show he worked was for a famous comedian by the name of Jiraiya.  He was more than a little starstruck to meet the King of Laughs in person.

But not all of the shows are established artists.  The Konoha Theatre has numerous different types of events.  Due to its more intimate architecture than the Konoha City Concert Hall, many up-and-coming artists choose HKT for their concerts.

And Naruto found he likes working with these younger artists more.  In creating a memorable performance with these artists, he feels like he has greater impact on their careers, like he might really be making a difference for them in helping them achieve their dreams.  

He’s been feeling this way especially with their current preparation with a young pianist, perhaps the youngest solo performer he's worked with yet at HKT.  She seems only a little younger than he is, practically fresh out of college.  But despite the media attention she seems to have been getting for the past handful of years, the girl seems uncharacteristically shy, from her cautious expression to her modest attire.

“Hinata, did you have any specific lighting in mind for your concert?” he asks during their first scheduled meeting.  He scans her setlist, recalling the songs from her online profile.  He wasn’t familiar with her before, but he did his research.  He recognizes that half of the songs on the list are from her work for the season’s hit drama.  “Or did you plan on projecting any scenes from the drama during the concert?”

“Oh, no,” she quietly begins.  “I wasn’t thinking of anything fancy, just…something regular?”  Her voice turns up at the end, suggesting that she doesn’t have any idea of what “regular” might mean.

“Okay.”  He nods.

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything really about the lighting,” she adds quickly.

“No need to apologize.”  He smiles.  “I’ll show you some options, and we can go with what you feel comfortable with.”

Her expression immediately clears.  “I’d like that, thank you…”

“No problem.”  He shows her the common ways, from under-lighting to increasing the diameter of the spotlight, and the use of colors to help convey feeling.  He encourages her to consider a blue tint on the backlight for her moodier songs from the drama.  “It would be subtle.  It wouldn’t take away from your playing,” he assures her.

She pinches her lips together, obviously uncertain.

“Why don’t you get up there on the stage and see how it feels?  I’ll play one of your songs…how about...‘you and the stars’...from the speakers?  You can sorta get an idea.”

She nods, and as she makes her way up toward the stage, he finds her song and begins to play it.  Her piano music fills the house.

He watches her turn this way and that at the center of the stage, one moment looking thoughtfully at the backlight, the next moment staring out toward all of the seats.  At one point she stares blankly toward the wings, probably picturing the grand piano there or imagining herself playing it.  When he realizes she might be out there for the entire song, he sits back to relax and just listen.

He’s constantly amazed by the talent he meets.  It’s no different today, but composers are a different brand from musicians, dancers, actors, and even choreographers.  Perhaps even lyricists.  He wonders again, just as he had when he first took a listen to her music, what exactly inspired the sounds she somehow strung together.  

This song he chose in particular stands out.  It’s one of her hits from the drama, which he still needs to actually watch...he plans on marathoning it tonight...but this one in particular makes him think about his mother.  He wonders if the song relates at all to the death of a loved one in the drama.

Eventually, she makes her way back to the board.  She still wears a thoughtful expression.

“Whatdja think,” he asks.

“It’s nice...but if I use color for this song, then I should probably use colors for all of the songs, right?”

He smiles and shakes his head.  “Not necessarily.  For some of the songs, we can use just a spotlight.  That might be effective if you’d like the audience to focus more on you, your technique, or prowess.  For your songs that are more emotional or for the ones you’d like your audience to be looking more inward at themselves...more reflectively, then color on the backlight would be effective.”

She nods slowly, and he lets her process.  Finally, she looks directly at him.  “Okay.”

He looks back at her, at her somehow determined yet simultaneously blank expression.  Ah, maybe she doesn’t know where to start.  He leans forward and pushes the setlist in front of her.  “Why did you choose this order?  Tell me your thought process and we can go from there.”

She takes a deep breath, as if she’s getting ready for something really challenging.  “Okay,” she repeats with an expression of complete focus, and he wishes he had someone on the team to witness this with him.  “This” being, her.  She comes off as being overly serious, understandably so with it being her first solo concert, but it’s kind of funny and adorable.  

Yet as she walks him through the setlist, she very eloquently explains the journey she hopes to take her audience through.  There are times when she blushes as she shares her personal feelings about a song, and there are times when her eyes light up when he smiles at her in acknowledgement of her ideas.  He comes to learn that many of her songs were inspired by people she’s been with or seen, even just once, or places she’s been to, from foreign cities to nature walks, hinting at perhaps a more extroverted personality than one would expect.  She shares quietly and unrushed, as if she’s telling him secrets.  It’s definitely charming.

He can tell as he helps her decide her lighting design that she’s much calmer now.  They can both see the show coming together, which very apparently relieves her stress.  She voices her opinion more readily, and her smiles come easier, shining whenever he shows her a lighting that fits her developing vision.  It’s one of those moments that make him feel fulfilled in this profession.

He finishes the last of the notes on her concert and turns the laptop to show her.  “Alright, this is the plan!  I’ll share this with the team.”

“Thank you,” she softly replies, but her bright smile shows her excitement.

It’s a pretty smile.  

“Yeah, it’s going to look great!  We’ll see you at the rehearsal on Friday.”

She hums her affirmation as she gathers her things, and he notes how she’s still smiling in her quiet way.  Then, how her gaze flits back to his, and how her smile turns even sweeter.

It has him wondering at the meaning behind her looks, and if they’re meant to make him feel like they’re especially for him, meant to make him feel good, and if...maybe she...

“Uh actually- Hinata..me and a couple of others from the team were gonna go grab lunch soon.  Would you wanna join us?”

“Oh!...Um, I wouldn’t be intruding?”

“Not at all!”  He stands to walk out with her.  

“Okay, then.”  She smiles shyly once more, looking up at him, and he grins, happy that she seems happy.

Yet even through the reassuring expression he gives her, he wonders at her reactions, her expressions, looking to see if any are maybe meant just for him.