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Alexander (2004), dir. Oliver Stone.
every time i get, slightly, hit by inspiration and start writing like a madman, I do tend to also remind myself that it's just a draft so it doesn't have to be perfect.
in fact, it won't be. and, again, it doesn't have to be. a draft can be messy, have dialogues that probably makes no sense, grammatical errors, missing some details but that's okay. because I'm just writing to avoid forgetting the idea.
so I guess it's okay if I accidentally wrote "he saw with hiw too fet"
it's a draft.
i love headcanons. i love the entire concept of headcanons. i can point at a character and go "that guy has chronic pain" and now he does. what are you going to do? tell me im wrong? its My head, fucker
that's why they're called "HEADcanon" but I've encountered people who would still fight off others for writing the character "way too out of character" or "but the character would never do this, the character didn't have this"
mate, what's the point of writing headcanons if I can't change or add stuffs for the plot. as long as the main essence remain.
i’m sad -> i look at images of my ~40 year old man of choice -> i twirl my hair and kick my legs -> i think crazy thoughts -> i feel okay -> rinse repeat
Writing tips to help
This is a FIRST DRAFT stop tryna make it perfect
writing bad stuff is still good because you wrote stuff
write whatever scene you want whenever you want you can organize by timeline it the next draft
give your chapters shit titles to help make sense of things (just fix them before sending to publishers )
do whatever you want with the first draft its meant to be bad like you have several drafts ahead it doesn't matter
make pintrest boards of your characters to sense out theirs ✨ViBeZ✨
post on tumblr about the trauma ur facing
sit in bed and stare at a blank wall till you get an idea
if u have siblings smack them with a pillow to sus out how to write a war scene
“ Familiar grey eyes ”
self-indulgent as usual.
very bad written, i know. i didn't want to forget the stupidest idea my brain came up with so this user tapped fast, fast.
they keep me going.
Was he lost? Most likely. But he was, at least, an eighty percent sure he followed the directions quite well, he remembered and could recognised the specific trees the old man in the previous town mentioned as well as the peculiar yet pretty black bell-shaped flowers. He turned right, and then left, and then right again and kept walking straight to the north through that dusty path full of rocks and cactuses.
So how could he be lost? Of course he wasn't. However night was falling over and covering the sky. The ray of sunlights, barely touching the tips of those tall pine trees, were getting weaker with each passing minute and not providing him of warmth. Nights in the woods was absolutely not a good idea so he was thinking of finding a good spot to sleep.
Not the best idea but he didn't have any other choice, the cold breeze making its way through his clothes was enough reason to give up on trying to find that town. Besides Xiao XingChen was sure wild animals were ready to step outside and haunt some food after a long day. He did not want to get in the way, he quickly dashed to pick up some dry wood to start a fire and keep, not only those predators, but insects off him as well.
Walking forward a few more metres he found a good spot, the roots of the trees was giving him the best hide out. Xiao XingChen was ready to make that his new place to rest when his ears picked up some noise. It sounded like a crowd cheering at something. The sound seemed to be far from were he was standing and the sun was nowhere to be seen, but the pale moonlight did its job by not letting him in complete darkness.
The cheers could be heard again. He looked at the directions the voices were coming from.
"I wonder what's going on over there," he couldn't wonder to himself, curiosity was killing him. He ought to wake up as early as possible and walk to that town and find out.
"Haunting." a husky voice said from behind him.
He turned over his heels but there was no one. At least, as far as his eyes could see, only the pines were there, not a single human silhouette was standing there. Thinking he probably heard wrong or the fatigue was making him hear things he was ready to ignore it until his ears caught the same husky voice.
"Up here." The owner said, giggling.
Xiao XingChen looked up and there it was. The human. The young boy resting over one of the pine's branch, big enough to hold him secured, a half smile plastered on his face and his grey eyes seemed to pierce through Xiao XingChen's very own soul. He was, chewing? what it seemed like some dry thin grass, looking as relaxed as anyone could ever be considering it was a dark and quiet night.
Xiao XingChen thought staring at him for too long was being a bit rude. He cleaderd his throat and asked, "haunting did you say?".
The youth jumped down the tree and answered, "yeah, someone announced a big deal as a reward," he cleaned some dust off his clothes and continued, "for the haunting."
The cheers now made some sense, however, haunting at these hours? It didn't sound smart at all but maybe that was part of the town's tradition so Xiao XingChen opted for ignoring that reasoning and tried to get more information.
"May I know what are they haunting?" questioned while crossing his arm over his chest. It was getting too cold.
"A cat," the grey-eyes boy said and then did a movement with his head, pointing out something with his chin ahead of them "We should head over to the town, it's too cold to sleep outside, don't you think?" spoke and started walking at a slow-paced, making sure Xiao XingChen was following right behind.
Which he was, in fact, doing. He was following that young man to the town he had been trying to find so desperately during the whole day to no avail. He gave up just because of the obvious fact it was too dark and, if he was lost to begin with, roaming around in the darkness would've been a bad idea. He was hoping the boy knew the road well.
"Watch out, there are some big roots here. You don't wanna trip and hurt, right?" joked and, not only that, but he also guided Xiao XingChen to make sure he could get over them without problem.
"I can barely see them. "I guess you know well this path to even pint point such details. " XingChen voiced after successfully passing through the moldy roots.
The boy giggled, "I guess."
The two of them walked for a couple of more minutes, Xiao XingChen could hear some cats meowing in the distance as well as some distinctives howls but, fortunately for them, nothing decided to attack them in the way. Xiao XingChen was deeply grateful and he could sense his body relaxing after they reached the entrance of the town.
He was ready for a warmth room, a soft bed and cozy blankets.
"The lodging house is right there. The owner should be awake" he said and was already in his way to leave.
"Wait!", Xiao XingChen urged while grabbing the boy's sleeves in an attempt to stop him, "you didn't tell me your name. I am Xiao XingChen and I thank you for helping me get here" finished at the same time he slightly bowed to him.
There was an awkward silence before the young man decided to speak again, "I'm Xue Yang," and left as fast, and misteriously, as he showed up.
Xiao XingChen sighed and quickly walked inside the building. It was old, the wooden floor would often creak under his weight, some of the boards seemed even a bit loosen so he was extremely careful when walking. The walls covered in an already faded wallpaper of a dark green, a few paintings hanging, they looked as bad as the building.
"Young man, are you here for a room?" a high-pitched voice startled him.
He looked to his right and saw an old lady dreeses in red and a white headscarf standing close to the stairs.
"Yes, in fact."
The lady asked for his name and some amount of money XingChen thought was a bit too much taking in consideration the state of the building but, since it was the only place and there was no other option since the outside was definitely a no, he opted to keep quiet and gave the woman the money. She gave him a rusty key and he climbed up the stairs.
The room was... good.
The bed did not looked comfortable and the blankets were yellow from the pass of ages. Nevertheless it served its purpose of keeping him protected from the cold. The lighting was good enough and he could see the moon through the window. XingChen was so tired from the long walk and the sudden stress he felt thinking he got lost, that he actually didn't mind at all the state of the room. The moment his eyes saw the bed, his body was completely ready to give up and started to doze off. His eyelid were so heavy and keep them open was a tough task.
Clumsily he took his boots out and lay down on the bed. Ready to fall asleep at any second when he sensed something, there was a peculiar sound coming from outside the window. Maybe it was a bird, or anything like that. He tried his best to ignore it but the noise became louder and too annoying. So, with great effort, he opened his eye, stood up and looked at the window.
It was now open and a black cat was, calmly, sitting on the window frame. XingChen made eye contact with the animal and he could not flinch slightly at those big grey eyes. They seemed to pierce right through his soul.
Didn't he think that a few hours ago? A Deja-Vu?
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— He keeps me going.
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au where, while they were together in high school, Xue Yang and Xiao XingChen adopt a stray kitten and spent a bunch of days trying to come up with a name and after years —even when they broke up for a reason they don't even remember— still see each other because none of them wanna give up their "son".
Ezra Miller / Justice League / Barry Allen The Flash
A Step-by-Step Guide to Crafting a Compelling Storyline
I'll warn you, this is a long one. I kind of took 'comprehensive guide' a little too seriously.
You have a fantastic concept burning at the edges of your imagination, a collection of characters whispering their stories to you, and a world just waiting to be explored. But how do you weave all these elements into a story that grips readers and refuses to let go? The answer lies in effective plot planning.
A well-crafted plot isn't just a sequence of events; it's a carefully orchestrated symphony that takes readers on an unforgettable ride. Whether you're an experienced writer or someone trying to start their first book, here are my personal steps to crafting a compelling storyline with good plot planning.
Im rebloging this because the urge to write my first book but having five different ideas is a pain. i need to calm down and do this or else i won't be able to write anything.
other people after finishing a movie or a show: well that was nice. now I’m gonna move on with my life like a normal person
me after finishing a movie or a show: now excuse me while I adopt the personality of this fictional character, who clearly has at least hundreds of untreated issues, and make it my own. okay now I’m doing my deep research on everything about this media which I now have an extremely unhealthy obsession with. oh and I also run a stan acc for him now, I guess. anyway, here comes a 90k slow burn AO3 fic. that being said, I hope you don’t mind my talking about this fictional character, whom I consider my actual biological child, 24/7. literally he will be the only thing I talk about now. either end our friendship before it’s too late or prepare to listen to 8 hours of me talking about what type of food I think my blorbo would like :)
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Ezra Miller / Justice League / Barry Allen The Flash
im not much into heroes and stuffs like that so maybe this have been made but oh boy, how much i wish there was an introvert hero or villain, where they don't use the "family/friends make me stronger" already used and boring genre.
i want them to gain strength when they're alone, I want them to be a bit awkward but not to the point of get second hand embarrassment, i want them to be quiet, avoiding crowded places, listening to music all the time. Maybe they like to read, maybe they prefer tea over coffee, im not saying they can't have friends, maybe they will do but not using the power of friendship to win.
i want an introvert hero or villain that avoid human interaction, to fight on their own and find joy in being alone. i want a proper representation of an introvert aka let them be that way and not trying to "fix" them. because we, introverts, dont need to be fixed, there's nothing wrong with us.
anyway, yes.
Ezra Miller / Batman v Superman:Dawn of Justice / Barey Allen, The Flash
THE FLASH (2023) | dir. Andy Muschietti
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