#personal character development

[the-writer-nerd-ro]

At some point I got so in my head about stories being at least a thousand words long and it makes me so happy that I don't feel that way anymore and it makes me happy to see my older, shorter stuff. Writing fanfic isn't about word count it's about creating something you enjoy.

[ju1ian]

Me in 2012 pretending to be a straight woman: oh yeah....Channing Tatum is hot...totally...

Me in 2018 as an openly gay man: Channing Tatum can fucking hold me, i love that guy.

[one-true-houselight]

Monday Means Writing: 11 Sept edition

Hi! So before the poetry, it is Story Time. When I was a small 8th grader, I wrote a cutesy poem about 9/11 basically saying ‘oh look at the indomitable human spirit’ and such. And while it wasn’t the most problematic thing ever written, it was Not Good. So last year, I rewrote that poem using a similar style to be more accurate and kind of examining what I wrote and why it was overall not accurate. I’m putting both under the cut. Enjoy!

ORIGINAL

9/11, a day we will remember It changed our lives in the middle of September.

Four planes in the East Coast sky Toward three targets began to fly

New York City, 8:45 No one knew what was about to arrive.

Two planes flew with accuracy, grim At the tallest two buildings, twin.

A little bit later, a plane barreled down On the Pentagon, turning the world around

Up in Pennsylvania, smoking in a field The fourth flight lay, heads reeled

Silently staring at the screen Knowing we would never forget what we had seen

We hoped, we prayed, we cried For those for who had lived, for those who died

Their intent was to destroy, maim, and kill, But most of all, to break the American will

But was our will broken? Not in the slightest In our darkest moments, our spirits shine the brightest

Ground Zero still stands, the Pentagon remade But we will never forget what happened that day.

After this day, I hope we remember What happened back in the middle of September.

REVISITED

9/11, a day we will remember It changed our lives in the middle of September

We will never forget what happened that day But now, years later, what can we say?

19 men put the plan into action which was concocted by a tiny, extremist faction

Their plan? Invoke terror. But earlier I  said that we were too good to let it into our heads.

But let it we did, though we hate to admit. Fear gets more potent the longer it sits.

Although a small group creates the aggression, we now call a whole faith into question

People want to deny immigrants on sight Even when they run from what we are trying to fight

Our fear makes us cheer for the building of walls Vitriol, for many, becomes a siren’s call

And we are not alone in our fear and our pain. The whole world is shaking from those who were slain

France fears those who cover their faces, and Brexit tried to stop movement from all other places

But violence is not caused by wearing a burqa, and Brexit anti-immigration just won’t work

These are a few of our knee-jerk decisions Why do we make these unworkable provisions?

Because when dogma and stigma are how we proceed, Bigotry and hatred becomes our creed.

immigrants and refugees want many different things Work, a new, life, escape from corrupt kings

But our fear and indecision ruins their lives And all we complain about is longer airport lines

I don’t have solutions. I’d never pretend to. But there certainly must be something we can do.

And after this day, I hope we remember what happened back in the middle of September.

[pastelbunn]

me as a baby gay, reading the Representation Discourse: yeah the creators are right, all of us are our own individual people and we exist outside of our identity so it’s fair to not have the character talk about it all the time, or even mention it explicitly if it’s not relevant -

me now, decked out in rainbows and flowercrowns: my mood is “huge lesbian”. did everyone hear me? i can say it louder. LESBIAN. i need to be literally radiating my love for girls At All Times just in case a cute girl glances my way for .02 seconds so she knows how much i appreciate her, gayly -

[everlast-whisper]

The mood 3 months ago was feeling disgusted at myself for not being good enough. The mood now is feeling disgusted at myself for dating someone so much lesser than me

[altofuckingclef-blog]

So I keep a couple of old deviant art accounts around from my awful teenage days, and when I think I can’t draw, I go take a look. 

It kinda feels good. It’s kinda so embarrassing i could die.

[shlocc]

me 2014: starwars trailer thts cool w/e tho i havent even seen any of the movies

me 2015: [draws gay art, buys opening night tickets]

[sky-eve]

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