Between Worlds

Happy Pride Month!

see a therapist immediately

I actually used to hate it! Like, actually despise it! Yellow was too bright, too loud, discordant, unruly, and clashed with everything. Nothing like what I wanted in my life, nothing I wanted to be.

When I first moved away from home, everything I owned was black. Jet back. As black as I could get. Smooth, cool, sleek, discrete, calm, unassuming. Flexible, cohesive, agreeable black. Fashionable black.

I had a really, really bad time. Unrelated to the decor. It was my first year out of a toxic place I'd grown used to my whole life, my first year acknowledging a mental illness I'd believed to be normal, my first year fending for myself with very little money or sleep or companionship.

I'd grown up on instant white rice and unseasoned ground beef. One day I realized that everything I'd been raised on tasted like cardboard. While out on an assignment, I passed a tent with a woman selling spices, and bought myself some turmeric. I went home and tried making curry with it. It was so yellow.

Another time, my professor took us out to a modern art gallery. I wasn't sure what I was expecting, but when we got there, the whole building had been painted bright sunshine yellow.

The artist's theme was "happiness".

What it is. How we make it. How to share it.

All bright, lovely yellow.

The house I grew up in was beige. The walls were white. The appliances were post 9/11 stainless steel. My job was to be quiet, compliant, presentable and agreeable.

Black goes with everything. Black is neutral. Black is quiet, reserved, elegant and mysterious.

Yellow is warm. Yellow does what it wants. Yellow tastes sweet and spicy and hot and cool, like a summer breeze, like sunflower petals, powdery like dust on a long dirt road and soothing like well-worn linen.

I still like the look of black. I like the look of most colors. But I like the way that Yellow makes me feel.

It stinks.

It makes people act stupid

It tastes like ass

It's all there's fucking available to drink anywhere

"yes hi we have 32 kinds of beer, 65 varieties of spirits, wine that ranges from cat piss to house mortgage, and idk some coke or orange juice if you don't drink."

"omg you're missing out on so much! Just try it. Just take up drinking bro. Trust me. Trust me it's great. It's so much fun. To stand around drinking things that cost £10 a glass. Why don't you want to do it? You're so boring."

It's addictive

It's fucking everywhere and inescapable.

What I mean is that your civilian cast and what they look like helps characterize the location your story is set in, and vice versa. This is seen in the differences between say, Clark & Bruce's civilian casts and how they inform the tone of Metropolis vs. Gotham City. Figuring out what kind of people would realistically inhabit your heroes base of operations is a major part of how you make cities and other such places feel real. Cities aren't experienced through their buildings and big sweeping skyline shots, they're in the people your hero is saving and interacting with regularly as they move throughout that city.