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who was I talking to where I was like “if humans had wings, lots of us probably wouldn’t even use them. it would be a lot of physical exertion. think about how many people never go running”. i still think thats a funny thought. if we had wings I’d be bitching and moaning when people expected me to fly anywhere.

#Maron vibes

valtsv

i think my favorite thing in tragic narratives is when there's no question that everyone is doomed and there's no going back, but instead of just angsting dramatically about it the characters choose to sing or dance or share a meal together one last time before they go to meet their fates. whether it's a couple swaying together in each other's arms and allowing themselves one last moment where all that matters is each other before it all has to come to an end, or a ragtag group of misfits and rebels united by a single cause despite their differences singing and sharing food and drink around a fire, or whatever scenario you can think of, there's just something so painfully human about it, about that fierce determination to find joy and comfort in the most hopeless situations while you still can. otherwise what are we fighting for. what are we suffering and giving our lives for if not that there will still be singing and dancing, and good food and better company to share it with, when we are gone.

valtsv

i think my favorite thing in tragic narratives is when there's no question that everyone is doomed and there's no going back, but instead of just angsting dramatically about it the characters choose to sing or dance or share a meal together one last time before they go to meet their fates. whether it's a couple swaying together in each other's arms and allowing themselves one last moment where all that matters is each other before it all has to come to an end, or a ragtag group of misfits and rebels united by a single cause despite their differences singing and sharing food and drink around a fire, or whatever scenario you can think of, there's just something so painfully human about it, about that fierce determination to find joy and comfort in the most hopeless situations while you still can. otherwise what are we fighting for. what are we suffering and giving our lives for if not that there will still be singing and dancing, and good food and better company to share it with, when we are gone.

sassycolortheorist101-blog

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

fuckyeahisawthat

There is one particular ship dynamic that never fails to wreck me, and I’ll call it Soulmates, But Not Like That. Not in a “some higher power has decided that we are destined to be together” way, but something that is almost the opposite of that. It’s that character who has been alone for a long time, and has maybe convinced themselves that they will be alone forever, and who has a lot of barriers to intimacy with most of the people around them, for whatever the relevant narrative reasons are. And then they just happen to cross paths with this ONE FUCKING PERSON who works for them, through some very specific combination of personality and circumstance and life experience and mutually compatible damage. And there is always the shock of what are the fucking odds, and underneath everything the terror of what if this doesn’t last. what if there’s no one else. I would just go back to being alone. I don’t know if I could do that after knowing this. Because when you finally let down that wall of emotional self-sufficiency the thought of having to put it back up again is painful. And in real life I don’t at all believe that there is only One Designated Person for anyone, but in fiction I do tend to gravitate toward characters who believe themselves to be The Only One in some way, and I will always be emotionally compromised by that dawning sense of oh. You are like me.

#Talin #Daan #Blake #I mean #Talin got two dumbasses who love him #But still this