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@river-muse
Stop asking me for vending machines on my beaches!!!!! This is not design by committee!!!!!!!!
Overlock Stitch by @clothes_reetzy
Damn, that's useful
Tips for Writing Grief! (AGAIN)
the five stages of grief were never meant to be a checklist your character moves through in chronological order across three chapters. Let me save you from writing a grieving character who is simply having scheduled emotions:
⊹ Grief is not primarily crying. i know that sounds wrong but hear me out. a lot of grief looks like doing laundry. cooking something the person liked and then not being able to eat it. watching a show they recommended and never told anyone you finished it. grief goes very quiet and very domestic for long stretches and then ambushes you at completely unreasonable moments like a petrol station or a Friday at 4pm for no reason at all.
⊹ people who are grieving often seem fine. not because they're suppressing or being brave or in denial, but because humans are genuinely capable of functioning and being devastated at the same time. your grieving character can make jokes. can go to work. can have a good day. can feel guilty about the good day. can feel guilty about not feeling guilty. grief has a very active internal bureaucracy that has nothing to do with what's visible on the outside.
⊹ Grief also changes shape over time in ways that aren't necessarily about getting better. the first year is often adrenaline, there are things to do, people around, ritual and structure. year two is frequently harder because the adrenaline is gone and the world has moved on and expects you to have moved on with it. your character being more visibly undone eighteen months later than at the funeral is not a pacing problem. it's accurate.
⊹ The relationship with the dead person doesn't stop. this is the one writers get most wrong. your grieving character is still in a relationship , still arguing with the person in their head, still updating them on things, still furious about something left unsaid, still finding out new things about them from other people and having to integrate a version of them they didn't fully know. grief is not the end of the relationship. it's the relationship continuing without any new information coming in.
in absolute tears about the pride module at my work
HOLY SHIT GUYS, I WAS INSPIRED BY THIS POST TO TRY MAKE THE SONG AND YOU WOULD NOT BELIEVE THE SCREAM I SCRUMPT WHEN I DRAGGED THE TRAINING AUDIO OVER THE BACKING TRACK AND IT LINED UP PERFECTLY
Tempted to actually put this on spotify so I can secretly stream it at work...
Tagging @batshit-auspol because as an Australian you're the only big account I know who might share (sorry).
happy first day of pride everyone
The most interesting question you can ask about any character is not what do they want. it's what do they believe they deserve. because those two things are almost never the same and the gap between them is where your entire story lives. a person can want love completely and believe they don't deserve it and that belief will destroy every good thing that comes toward them in ways they won't even notice they're doing. write the gap. the gap is the character.
idk if i’ll finish this
like the betrayal’s always going to be worse if they cared about you and it didn’t matter. someone discards you because they didn’t give a shit, then you can be angry about that, you can feel vindicated in that, you can get over it. but if they can look you in the eyes and say “I love you. I would make the same choice again.” You will never sleep peacefully again, is all.
“I thought they cared about me, but they were lying this whole time.” <- tired. boring. removes all the nuance of this relationship to make it easier to move on from.
“I thought they cared about me, and I was right, and every minute they were there for me, every time they said they were proud, every laugh we shared leaning against each other bruised and breathless, all of it was real. and they still left me behind. They could put their love aside. I couldn’t.” <- insane. will never leave you alone. reminds you that even the worst people are still people and can still care about even the ones they hurt the most and that undoes neither the harm nor the love.
im glad we're in the internet backwaters i think if dove chocolate or something replied to my post i would just keep reporting them for terorism again and again and again
can I come over and dodge roll into all your breakable furniture
📞Tell me📞, for whom do you fight? 🤔
How very glib, 😑🙄
and do you 🙏believe🙏 in Eorzea? 😏
Eorzeas’ unity is ⚒forged⚒ on 🤦♂️falsehoods🚫. Its city-states are 👷♂️built👷♀️ on deceit🤞, and its faith💒 is an 🎷instrument🥁 of 😈deception. It is naught🎗➰🐺 but a cobweb of lies🕷🕸🙄 - to believe in Eorzea is to believe in 🙅♂️🙅♀️nothing☠. In Eorzea, the 🦉🐦beast🐟🐍 tribes often summon Gods 🙏🙏🙏 to fight⚔🔫 in their stead.
Though your ☭comrades☭ only rarely respond in kind
- which is ❓strange❓, is it not➰? Are the twelve🖐🖐✌ otherwise "engaged"? 💍👰👰 I was given to understand they were your 👼protectors🛡. If you truly believe them your 👌guardians🙏, why do you not 🎼🔁repeat the trick🎃 that served you so well at Carteneau, and call them down? 😏☎️🔇 They will 📞😇answer📞😇, so long as you lavish them with crystals 💎💎💎 and gorge them on aether 💦💦😳🤤. Your Gods are no different from those of the 🐜🐺beasts🐢🍃 - eikons, every one 🤡🤪. Accept but this, and you will see how Eorzeas 🙏faith🤭 is bleeding the land 🍂dry🔥. Nor is this unknown to your 🤴👸masters🤣, which prompts the ❓question❓ - why do they cling to these ❌false🤥 deities? What 🚗drives🚕 even men of 📚learning
- even the great Louisoix 🎓🎓🎓
to grovel😩 at their feet👣👃😳? The answer? Your masters lack the 💪strength💪 to do otherwise! 🤣👌 For the world of 👤man to mean anything, man must own the world. 👉🌍👈To this end🔚, he hath 🤛fought🤜 ever to raise himself through 🤬conflict😤, to grow rich💰💰💰 through conquest🛡⚔😡. And when the dust of battle settles, it is ever the strong💪😡 who dict🍆ate the fate of the weak😰👋. Knowing this, but a single😘 path is open to the 😖🍆impotent😞🍆 ruler - that of false worship🙏👑🙏. A path which leads to enervation and death 🤡😰⚰. Only a 💪man of power👌 can rightly steer🚘🚦 the course⛳ of 🌆civilization🌁. And in this land of
cReEpInG mEnDaCiTy,
that one truth will prove its 👼salvation😇. Cum Come💦, champion of Eorzea, face me! Your defeat shall serve as proof of my readiness to 👑rule👑! It is only right➡️ that I should take your realm, for none among you has the power to stop me! 😎😎😎🤣🏳
not to be a boomer but I’m tired of scanning QR codes and downloading apps to literally do anything. can we just be human again
missing your own characters is one thing but missing your friends' characters is a whole other thing because that degree of separation allows for a unique layer of madness where it feels just a little more plausible to your subconscious that the character somehow exists.
i can't hang out with my OWN oc? bummer but, like, duh.
but when it comes to the oc that my long-distance online bestie updates me on weekly like it's their messy former college roommate, you're telling me the character won't be there when i visit? i'm going to book a flight to wyoming and everything to see my friend but the character isn't there with them? the character still isn't real? not even in wyoming?
I went to stupid bitch island and everybody knew you
well why were YOU there huh
goodbye $200 helloooo 3 groceries
Nothing like holding my love
being an adult is just dragging urself kicking and screaming to things that you will enjoy and that will be good for you
clenching my teeth and muttering under my breath "you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it you'll be happy you did it" as I physically force myself out the door to go Do Things
being very firm with myself every time I think about bailing and saying "no. you committed to this. it will improve your quality of life. you will enjoy it. now put on your big boy pants and go."