#weird writing

[strangerthingsn3rd]

Somewhere between the joy of being a little kid with a best friend and these teenagers who had to grow up too soon, somewhere in all the rampant chaos of learning of a darker side to the world and still, still only ever seeing that light you've always carried, still only ever knowing inherently that you were good, that you were kind, that you were the best desicion I'd ever made.

Somewhere in between all of that I realised all I'd ever really known was loving you.

Everything and too much all at once. People can't see it. They'd condemn us. The town would drive us out. The world could damn us, whether it was this one or the one below, but I'd still only ever love you.

Love in the giggles of little kids on a swingset or in the carefully drawn sketch of a dnd campaign. Love in my soft voice and care beyond words neither of us needed to reach for. Love in the way you will never be out of reach - I'd go wherever you go, I'll follow no matter the distance. Love in that I'll be by your side, love in that we'll go crazy together. Love in that I hurt you, I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry. Love in that you're not joining another party. Love in that we wrote letters but I could never get through and you never did call. Love in the careful brushstrokes of a painting that was never even yours, but oh how I'd wanted it to be.

Love in that you're my best friend no matter what comes for us.

The best thing I've ever done.

(...don't we all fall for our best friends at least once?)

(6 days left, you guys.)

(I can't wait)

💙💛

[timona-lisa]

What do you think is the cringiest part of the Timon & Pumbaa show?

Oh boy...probably anything having to do with the three natives. Needless to say, that aged like milk and I wish they kept the gag of them being college students in later episodes.

Also pretty much any time Timon is horny on main, especially in the third season. They really try to hammer in that he's a Ladies' Man and it's so jarring to me. Even if I didn't think he was gayer than Snagglepuss in P-Town, it's such a strange choice.

I look at Timon in the movies and then look at him on the show and it's like: WHERE DID THIS COME FROM? 💀

[gabrielurbinatm]

From the Archives: Advice for the Worst Man in the World | Gabriel Urbina

Get more from Gabriel Urbina on Patreon

For folks who are interested in more of my writing, I just shared a weird little prose short story over on my Patreon!

I have a lot of orphaned prose fiction projects. Lots of half-started short stories and half-scribbled essays. Generally speaking, by the time I start writing a script these days, I get to the finish line of at least draft one. When it's prose, the process tends to be much more scattershot and much more of an exploration. Oftentimes, the ships that set out to chart those waters sink before they get to port.

So when I actually finish a prose writing project, I tend to pay attention, even if it's just a short little exercise. And that's just what happened with this curious little piece of writing, called Advice for the Worst Man in the World. The conceit was to write something in the style of an advice column, but... well, I think it ended up going to a bit of a stranger, more impressionistic place than that. Still, I think it's funny and amusing in a bit of a dark way, so I thought I'd share it here!

There's actually a decent amount of my unproduced/relatively unknown writing over on my Patreon these days. I think the tally is:

Peace: a chaotic, radio play about a wedding toast gone wrong.

Feelings About World History: a short farcical piece radio play about an unusual intervention for an unusual addiction.

Press One to Talk to God: a short radio play about the role that artificial intelligence is being made to have in the world of religion.

Seven Minutes to Midnight: a one-act radio play about taking an atomic approach to your romantic problems.

The Art of the Deal of War: a satirical radio play about big egos and how they can make big conflicts get really bad.

The End: the full pitch and proposal for a science fiction action audio fiction series I never fully managed to get made.

All of that, plus a few more fun little things coming over the course of the summer!

Every bit of support really helps to keep me working on audio fiction and telling stories during the times between big projects like Hit Singles (and funding independent shows like Danse Macabre), so thank you to everyone that helps out over there! If you're curious to see what's going on over there, I've made some of the above publicly available and there's a free trial option, so check it out!

[autumnmoorefic]

Before the NTR and the soul-crushing reality of their futures as assets of the V.C., there was KC and Rowan.

A bucket of berries in one hand, and a backpack full of pilfered car parts on the other. Memories that meant nothing as they stumbled down the hill, but in hindsight, were several tons of load dangling from a failing crane. Two hands holding each end of a fraying cable. "It's going to break." "No it's not." Just like that, the recoil of braided steel severed whatever attachment to reality both of them had.

[sirswooshnoodles]

Going buck wild over the idea of a young adult science and paranormal enthusiast who will just ram themselves and some camera or other device inside god knows what to get some data

Oh, this guy just woke up after being unsealed after a thousand years, what’s your name? Can you open this vertical mouth on your chest for me? Cool thanks, do you mind if I take a look inside? Let me know if I make you uncomfortable, tell me to stop. *procedes to shove their entire torso inside the accursed chest mouth*

Like my man has several doctorates and shit but just, loses all common sense and fear when faced with something interesting to study

The dud with the chest mouth is Oscar Grey, he got isekai-ed and turned into the host of something do selfie they sealed him away and the seal outlasted their civilization. Oscar himself is pretty chill though. The cursed maw in his chest is 72 feet deep and contains over a 100ft of stretchy tongues, and far, far too many pointy teeth.

I’m completely normal about this

Not

[dichotomoustessellations]

Paradise beckons from strange hallways, fever dreams come to life and shine a light on the columns that become towers

[zuko-always-lies]

It’s kind of weird that ATLA’s narrative includes both Bato, whose entire characterization is “good father figure to the water siblings and capable warrior,” and Hakoda, most of whose characterization is “good father to the water siblings and capable warrior.” Bato seems to occupy an odd space because his narrative functionality overlaps so much with Hakoda