rejection sensitivity is so fucking lame. like boo hoo look at me i felt mildly ignored for 30 seconds and already started planning my own funeral liKE BITCH CHILL it was never that serious
I want you to write for pleasure—to play. Just listen to the sounds and rhythms of the sentences you write and play with them, like a kid with a kazoo. This isn’t “free writing,” but it’s similar in that you’re relaxing control: you’re encouraging the words themselves—the sounds of them, the beats and echoes—to lead you on. For the moment, forget all the good advice that says good style is invisible, good art conceals art. Show off! Use the whole orchestra our wonderful language offers us! Write it for children, if that’s the way you can give yourself permission to do it. Write it for your ancestors. Use any narrating voice you like. If you’re familiar with a dialect or accent, use it instead of vanilla English. Be very noisy, or be hushed. Try to reproduce the action in the jerky or flowing movement of the words. Make what happens happen in the sounds of the words, the rhythms of the sentences. Have fun, cut loose, play around, repeat, invent, feel free.
”I loved you. And then, inexplicably, you had the absolute audacity to love me back.”
Inspired by what @treluna4 said, that In Henry’s eyes- they’re on borrowed time. It made me think about a line from 911, " I get taking things slow. But tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. So if you love her, tell her". I taught that, if it's taken to the other extreme, it fits Henry.
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bea made henry watch 911, casey told me themselves (kidding)
ID1: Alex being soaking wet, in Henry's room, talking to Henry who's not looking at him. Everything is in grayscale and with film grain except for Alex. Henry has a pained expression on his face and he's looking down. At the bottom is written in white " every time I'm with him, my mind likes to torture me with a line from one of Bea's shows" .
ID2: The New Year kiss under the tree. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone".
ID3: The kiss in Alex's room after the dinner. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone. ".
ID4: Henry looking at Alex while they're in bed. Henry is looking with sorrow on his face, while Alex's expression is one of bliss. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone... so if you love them, tell them" .
ID5: Henry kissing Alex's arm as they lie on the platform in the lake. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone... so if you love them, tell them" .
ID6: A close-up of Alex sleeping in the bed. In the background is Henry standing, ready to leave, only the bottom part of his body can be seen in this still. At the bottom is written in white " tomorrow isn't promised to anyone..." .
ID7: A close-up with Henry ready to leave. He's looking with pain on his face at a sleeping Alex. In this still you can't see Alex. At the bottom is written in white "so if you love them, tell them" .
ID8: Henry in his bedroom looking with sadness at Alex who's off screen. He's in grayscale and with film grain, while the rest is colorful. At the bottom is written in white "but I don't think I have that luxury" .
ID9: A divider with transparent background. On it is a drawing of a grey key at one end and a drawing of a golden ring, with a crowned W on it , at the other end. The drawings are connected by a red dotted line.
ID10: Alex and Henry holding hands and looking at each other in the V & A museum. At the bottom is written in white " When I was younger, I had this very elaborate idea of taking somebody I loved here and standing inside the chapel” .
ID11: Alex and Henry holding each other as they dance in the V & A museum. At the bottom is written in white "that he’d love it as much as I did, and we’d slow dance right in front of the Blessed Mother. Just a … daft pubescent fantasy.” .
ID12: Alex hugging Henry before he gets on the plane. Only Henry's face can be seen. He smiles almost in disbelief. At the bottom is written in white " I never thought... I would have this luxury". End ID.
"he would not say that" maybe he would in this alternate universe the writer is providing u for free. or did you open ao3 and click on that reverse morality a/b/o crossover fic set 600 years in the future for canon content
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