MAYBE/ESCAPE

THIS THAT NEW POP

[keysfg]

hello, HAIIII !! 🫐🍓

( sick ass divider creds to @lariesographic !! 💋 )

[luna-azzurra]

Put an introvert and an extrovert in a scene together and you have automatic tension without a single dramatic event. The extrovert needs the introvert to respond so they can figure out what they're feeling. The introvert needs the extrovert to stop talking so they can figure out what they're feeling. They both need the same thing (to process) and the way they need to do it is the exact opposite of what the other one needs. They drive each other insane. They also understand each other completely eventually. Write that eventually.

[luna-azzurra]

If your characters share a history (same family, same event, or same loss) give them the same wound running in completely different directions. One goes cold. One goes loud. One performs fine. One disappears into work. They were all broken by the same thing and you would never know it from the outside because people are not consistent about how they fall apart. Put all of them in a room. That room already contains your entire story.

[luna-azzurra]

Ways to describe Anxiety!!<3

[luna-azzurra]

People pleaser flaws!!

˙⋆✮ Changing their opinion mid-sentence because someone's face shifted

˙⋆✮ Laughing at something that made them uncomfortable to keep the peace

˙⋆✮ Never sending food back even when it's genuinely wrong

˙⋆✮ The resentment that builds silently because they never just said no

˙⋆✮ Agreeing to things and hoping they get cancelled so they don't have to

˙⋆✮ Shrinking their own needs down until they're not even sure what they are

˙⋆✮ The carefully worded text that took forty minutes to seem casual

˙⋆✮ Feeling personally responsible for everyone else's emotional temperature

˙⋆✮ Complimenting someone back immediately because receiving one felt dangerous

˙⋆✮ Saying what someone wants to hear and hating themselves a little for it

˙⋆✮ Noticing they have no idea what they actually like anymore

˙⋆✮ The exhaustion of monitoring every reaction in every room at all times

˙⋆✮ Volunteering for things no one asked them to do to feel worthy of being there

˙⋆✮ Being so easy to be around that no one thinks to ask if they're okay

˙⋆✮ Adjusting their personality slightly for every single person they know

˙⋆✮ The anger that only comes out sideways because it had nowhere else to go

˙⋆✮ Apologizing to furniture they walked into

˙⋆✮ Needing to be needed as a substitute for feeling genuinely wanted

˙⋆✮ Realizing they've been performing themselves for so long they forgot the original

[luna-azzurra]

Love interest whose only personality trait is being hot and wanting the main character. He has no opinions. No hobbies. No friends we ever see. No problems that aren't about her. He exists in a vacuum of attractiveness and devotion and we are supposed to root for this. Root for what. He is a golden retriever in a leather jacket. I need him to want something for himself. Anything. A sandwich. A dream. A minor inconvenient opinion. SOMETHING.

[luna-azzurra]

Prompts for writing Eyes like that

☆ The color of something growing through a crack in old stone

☆ Warm at the edges like sunlight through a canopy in july

☆ The kind of green poets ruin by trying to explain it

☆ Green flecked with gold that only shows in afternoon light and only if you're close enough

☆ Dark forest green that keeps things. Doesn't give much back

☆ The color of a greenhouse in january. Vivid against everything gray outside

☆ Green that deepens to teal at the outer ring like it couldn't decide

☆ The kind that makes people say what color are your eyes mid-conversation

[luna-azzurra]

BOOKS FOR WRITERS!

[luna-azzurra]

Your villain saying “we’re not so different, you and i” should be illegal unless they have earned it. Most of the time they are very different. One of them has a job and the other lives in a cave monologuing.

[hiveswap]

Not now, kitten, m- da- m- your parental figure is in the middle of a gender crisis

[becrueltome-causeimafoolforyou]

When the sad song you put on makes you feel worse

[centralperkpoet]

@neilhilistic i don't even know why i'm doing that :[

[neilhilistic]

this is me rn

[itsaplaydummy]

hear me out but Charlie would be a MASSIVE heckler. he'd go to Neil's shows or Knox's baseball games (cause I SAID HE PLAYS BASEBALL.) and pittsie's basketball games (cuz he's tall ☺️) and cheer so insanely loudly that one would think he had a megaphone. in fact, knox gave him a megaphone for Christmas one year for shits and giggles and Charlie actually cried tears of pure joy.

he also likes to bring Todd along with him and embarrass the shit out of him by yelling 'neil, your boyfriend's here! todd, say you love neil! come on!'

he is blacklisted in 2 stadiums, 3 theatres, and one public park (allegedly he frightened the ducks).

[the-sweaty-toothed-mad-woman]

[deadpoetsocietysfan]

In my opinion, one of the saddest things about *Dead Poets Society* is not knowing what happened to all the characters in the end. Because what do you mean that I’ll never know the fate of the poets and Professor Keating? Did he manage to keep teaching despite the serious accusations leveled against him? Were Todd and the others expelled after saluting Keating with "O Captain! My Captain!"? I WANT TO KNOW, AND IT DRIVES ME CRAZY.

[spotspotz]

oh he was freaking out

[itsaplaydummy]

how awful is it if I say knox would ALWAYS fall for those 'hot young singles in your area' scams on free movie websites 😭

[knoxious-overstreet]

every year on neil’s death anniversary, todd goes to watch a performance of a midsummer night’s dream in theatres. it doesn’t matter to him if the nearest theatre producing the play is six hours away because he’d damn himself to hell for not going, even if it was just for one year.

todd would carry the screenplay wherever he went, highlighting every single one of puck’s lines—neil’s lines. he memorized each word, mouthing them in silence, while the actor on stage recites them aloud. even with each passing year, todd can still remember how the words sounded rolling off of neil’s tongue, his voice filled with passion as he broke free from his chains for the time in his seventeen years of life.

sometimes during the performance, todd closes his eyes while puck is speaking and imagines that it is neil acting up on stage. he replaces the actor’s voice with neil’s and pretends for a moment or two that he’s watching the love of his life inhabit the role once more. it always hurts todd a little when he has to bring himself back to reality, opening his eyes again only to find that puck’s face isn’t neil’s, but another person’s—a stranger.

once, while scanning the audience, todd found charlie sitting a few rows ahead of him. they both had spotted each other at the same time, and todd could’ve sworn that charlie had a few unshed tears in his eyes, threatening to spill as puck’s character came on stage. they both stared at each other with a mixture of comfort and mutual understanding, as they both realized that they came to that theatre for the same reason.

after todd’s encounter with charlie, the two always reserve a date on their calendars around neil’s death anniversary to honor their beloved friend together by seeing the only play that he’s ever gotten the chance to act in.