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âThis reads like fanfiction (it feels like it was written by a preteen, and most of such things posted publicly are fanfic)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (it has a focus on character and relationships, like the style of a lot of modern fanfic)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (it keeps referencing people and events with the assumption that the audience is already familiar with them, like how fanfic doesnât need to rehash the source material)â
Some further suggestions from the notes:
âThis reads like fanfiction (itâs a love story for the ages as long as you can overlook that the author keeps misspelling âyou'reâ)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (you can tell the author was having a blast writing this and now so do you reading it)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (the author is clearly info-dumping about a very niche hobby of theirs that theyâre passionate about)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (the characters keep getting put in increasingly weirder situations which youâd normally only find in fanfic)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (the author felt the need to rehash the characters from when they were first introduced instead of after several yearsâ worth of character growth)â vs âThis reads like fanfiction (it feels like it had no editor)â
âThis reads like fanfiction (Iâm pretty sure I can identify the filed off serial numbers)â
âthis reads like fanfiction (itâs SO FUCKING LONG)â
Chocobrosâ positive affirmations for your daily life đ
Zakkura "So he never initiates, never asks, and waits." - inspired by a fanfiction we're friends, right? (very adult) by totosheadset
Manifesting the bromance route for Robert with Sonar and Malevola.
I feel like many fan interpretations of pre-Nibelheim Cloud Strife as being shy and easily flustered do him a disservice.
This kid was put on what was probably a Top Secret mission to Modeoheim under Tseng and a First Class SOLDIER, which sure, might have just been a convenient plot device but could also be interpreted to mean he was a skilled and trusted soldier even early on, which takes some level of competence and confidence.
He walked away from a helicopter crash then laughed in that First Class's face when he said he grew up in "Gongaga." When they meet again in Junon a few months later, Cloud is not embarrassed about puking his guts out with an audience and is just like "Heh, Debilitating motion sickness! What are ya gonna do? =)"
Cloud was known for picking fights with everyone back in his hometown. Even knowing what was going on, he ran into what was basically a base full of First Class SOLDIER defectors (Genesis clones) to help Zack out. He packed his little rucksack and joined the military at 14. He was strong enough to handle the Buster Sword in Nibelheim for far longer than "rage and adrenaline" can really excuse.
I feel like Cloud Strife is cheerfully feral. He says "fuck" and he says "let's mosey," and there's an above zero chance he has said "let's fuckin' mosey." He has a police record longer than Sephiroth is tall with a mug shot that looks like a wholesome, smiling young model from a Sears catalog. He says "yes ma'am" and "no sir" and feeds stray animals. He has six drug lords and two hit men in his contacts, because he happened to do favors for them once and they were nice about it. He starts a delivery service toting parcels across a monster-infested wasteland without a care in the world because he likes riding his bike.
That man is not stuttering and acting scared, he is sitting in the police station right next to Zack and Genesis as their Third Musketeer.
I had a vision.
"youve already written that trope" yesss. i like it a lots. i will be writing it again. 1000 stories of the same trope over and over again for ten million years
âyouve already drawn that characterâ yesss. i like them a lots. i will be drawing them again. 1000 drawings of the same character over and over again for ten million years
Excellent helper. Flawless.
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Above image is a pride flag with every color band represented by a NASA image. White is Earth clouds, pink is aurora, blue is the Sun in a specific wavelength, brown is Jupiter clouds, black is the Hubble deep field, red is the top of sprites, orange is a Mars crater, yellow is the surface of Io, green is a lake with algae, blue is Neptune, and purple is the Crab Nebula in a specific wavelength.
The biggest misconception in public schools is that literary analysis is about proving you can be right or wrong about a book you read
Literary analysis isnât about the book
Itâs not even about being right
Itâs about performing an investigation and presenting your case to the jury
It doesnât matter if your defendant killed that guy or not. If you can convince the jury he didnât, youâve won
And the incredible life skill of spinning bulletproof bullshit out your ass with a handful of facts and a prayer is soooooooo much more valuable than anyoneâs ever gonna tell you
If the average tweenager knew that good media analysis meant you could force your English teacher to admit that fuckin- (rolls dice) Whatâs Eating Gilber Grape is a metaphor for (rolls dice again) Why the crack cocaine epidemic is good actually- we would have far better literacy and critical thinking skills as a nation. And I stand by that
You could develop the magical psychic and illusory power to force the middle aged bitchfuck who makes you raise your hand and beg for permission to take a shit accept the premise that Cocomelon is a subversive and scathing artistic commentary on the pitfalls of modern democracy. Chat GPT essay engines are stealing this from you
The most significant lesson I ever received in Literature classes was that everything is actually about abortion.
My regular teacher was out for the day, so the âthis guy works here but nobody quite knows what heâs supposed to doâ substitute was in for her. His name was Mr. Moony. I suspect, knowing more now, that Mr. Moony was the special education coordinator for gifted and talented students. But thatâs all besides the point.
The only thing that mattered about Mr. Moony for this story is that every student knew you never learned anything when he was in, because he was always batshit insane. He would completely disregard plans, throw them away, and tell us to do something different.
When he came in, we had just finished reading Waiting for Godot. We were well on our way to an AP Lit exam, tired and worried, and we had a practice essay coming up based on this play. And he said, âyouâre all burnt the hell out, so Iâm going to write an essay for you.â We all cheered because, hell yes, a lecture day. We didnât have to do shit. We could all tune out and stop caring.
And then he started going.
We were enraptured. This man deconstructed the two act play into a masterpiece, quoting ancient literature on theology and God, as well as personal details about the author, to reveal to us all that, actually, Waiting for Godot was the authorâs roundabout way to show the anguish behind the politics of the pro-life/anti-choice movements, and the authorâs criticisms of abortion.
He went on for a half hour, writing faster than we could really keep up with. By the end of his rant, we were all nodding along. At the end, he slammed his hand on the board and shouted âABORTIONâ to really make his point.
âSo, do you all think thatâs what this story is about?â
The majority of us nodded, myself included. And this man looked at us, scrunched his face like Kermit the Fucking Frog, and went, âno the fuck itâs not. I made all that up.â
There was a beat of everyone feeling like their time was wasted. Some students very frustrated because they were trying to take notes and just realized it all was fabricated. One or two who were angry about being woken up to him shouting abortion.
And then he looked at us. âHow many of you only believe itâs about abortion because thatâs what I just told you to think?â
Quite a few raised their hands.
âThen I did English good.â
The rest of the time of class was spent with him teaching us various styles of analysis, though sadly my amnesia has claimed most of this part from me. I remember my belief in English being entirely shaken at this point. But at the same time, I also got what he was saying, and it opened my eyes to new things.
There is no right answer in literary analysis. Thereâs just answers people want to hear, or answers that are compelling, or answers that arenât those things. The answer that Waiting for Godot was about abortion was not something all of us wanted to hear, but he made the answer sound compelling â and so we were riveted.
My next essay I wrote for that class was about the setting of the play, and how the entirety of Waiting for Godot centers on the anxieties of losing the modern family â and even modern life as we know it â to technology, and via that idea, the climate crisis.
I got a 100%. My teacher highlighted my (thankfully anonymous to the class) essay, particularly because the first sentence was âcompelling,â due to my absence of proper grammar rules; Iâd started it off by just saying, âtrees.â
That was the day I really knew I loved English â not just enjoyed reading and writing, but genuine love of playing with the language. And itâs this love that I try to instill into my students.
He might as well, we're not using it
arguing against ai is always like. im not sure how to explain to you. that you need to think for yourself with your own thoughts. . maybe this would be easier to understand if idk, you were practiced in thinking for yourself
if you're writing and find yourself thinking 'this is too weird/gross/offputting/esoteric/ambitious/catered to my specific interests + sure to push away a broader audience' that is the devil speaking and it is a lie. you are already firmly on the right path and you need to double down
NEVER GIVE UP