I actually ADORE it when a character crashes out. Let them YELL let them SCREAM let them HURT THOSE AROUND THEM with or without meaning to. I need to see more crash outs
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I actually ADORE it when a character crashes out. Let them YELL let them SCREAM let them HURT THOSE AROUND THEM with or without meaning to. I need to see more crash outs
They're one and the same, they're two of the loneliest people in the world, and they share this connection, it is just us. They are two halves of one person. They can't exist without the other. [The Creature] can't exist without [Victor], and [Victor] can't exist with the Creature. So they are always tied together. — Oscar Isaac and Jacob Elordi discussing the relationship between Victor and the Creature.
don't infantilise yourself. you are not a child who needs an adult to make your decisions for you. you are a splendid and magnificent autocrat and you are consulting your trusted advisors. you are exercising great wisdom by inviting an expert to give their opinion before making your ruling. often the path of wisdom is to say "good morning, I'm trying to [perform task] and I have a question about [aspect], can you tell me who I should speak to for advice?" before you do it. sometimes the path of wisdom is to hire a plumber. there are times when you cannot do things for yourself but that doesn't mean you are not an adult. you don't need a grown-up. you need a specialist.
this has come up a couple of times so let me be really really clear:
the path of wisdom is sometimes to hire a plumber.
the path of wisdom is always to hire an electrician.
tfw you find out your peaceful jedi boyfriend uses slurs
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…Do you ever see people critiquing specific word usage in novels and wonder if they know that language can be used in fun and figurative ways? And that this is half the joy of writing?
An example off the top of my head - if I say ‘He gave a whisper of a smile’, it does not mean that the smile is literally whispering; it means that the word ‘whisper’ invokes a sense of smallness, due perhaps to subtlety or shyness, and that is something I want connected to your mental envisioning of this dude’s smile.
Saying ‘But that makes no sense; a smile and a whisper are two different things’ misses the point e n t i r e l y
this resonated, huh
You know how in sex scenes there’s a series of close ups of body parts? Like erotic glimpses of the back or throat or hands etc? Yeah that but it’s the montage of Frankenstein building the Creature.
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me, quietly whispering to the ao3 page of an author who doesn’t even know I exist: I am obsessed with you
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who hasn’t updated anything in four years: I think about you often and I hope you’re alright
me, whispering to the ao3 page of an author who wrote one life altering banger and nothing else: I hope your pillow is cool and your skin is clear and you find money in a forgotten jeans pocket
me, whispering to every single person on this post: please leave one singular comment saying literally any of that
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“; and the moon gazed on my midnight labours, while, with unrelaxed and breathless eagerness, I pursued nature to her hiding-places.”
-Mary Shelley, Frankenstein, Chapter 4
As an aro who has been abused by those who loved me, I want to see more love as horror. Love as suffocation. Love as violence. I don’t want to hear “if they really loved you they wouldn’t have—” as if love is some pure force, some inherent good. Show me love that is evil. Love that is haunting. Love that is poison dressed up as a cure.
will I ever be home again?
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The sooner you start, the sooner you'll be done with it and the sooner you can stop thinking about it. Go on, up you get, it won't be as bad as you think.
You won't want to do it later either. You might as well just do it now. Even if you don't finish it all, anything you manage to get done now is something you don't have to do later (when you still won't want to do it)