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I need to dye a stupid big blond swoosh in the front of my hair so I can dye it Colours
I gave you Ango, but I didn’t give you the woman that started me doing these sound cuts
I love the shit that the cast says about Cerrit out-of-game because all together it's completely insane.
Marisha described him as "very debonair in his own gruff way". Travis said he'd snack on a rabbit he saw on his morning walk. Sam named him a moral center of the party. Aabria was convinced he would kill Laerryn, but her PvP plan was mostly "run away" and "cry" because he's too good at killing mages. Brennan and Travis highlighted that he is untouched by the corruptions of the age—but still failed to stop the end of days through inaction. Sam said he was perfect and flawless; Lou responded he was a bad dad (Travis agreed), but Sam and Aabria protested. Travis said he barely noticed his marriage was slowly falling apart before the campaign. Aabria hoped he lived in Niirdal-Poc after it all. Brennan said that the decisions to make him interested in Vespin, a genuinely good person who failed to act, and a father with children in the city were important for narrative structure. Sam felt that his small dog would chase him most. Travis pitched him as Jor-El, specifically the part where he gets his kid to safety before dying in the collapse of their home. The entire table is extremely proud they worked together to make sure he escaped and survived. Brennan and Marisha called him a final girl. Travis implied that he can cook well. Brennan said if he was a cheese, he'd be sharp cheddar.
"Detailed Logs"... sure Grace, sure.
i would die for a tiny little piece of content from hal's daughters perspective where they just kinda gossip about everything that's happening
because a) they are cool i want to be friends with them but they are way above my league and also not real and b) well they are old and smart enough to know for sure that something's up and to have their own thoughts about it
imagine your dad picking up the sword of his dead brother and leaving you both to live together with one of your moms for a while right after the funeral ceremony. and then he comes late for the burial itself, bringing with him a not-so-close-to-the-family-itself friend and the smell of sewers. and then, for one of you, your professor (the friend in question btw) just kinda forces you to an internship program without asking and you just go with it. AND THEN there's a fucking assassination attempt right at the gala originally organized just to celebrate the theater and your dad ofc sends you all home immediately and after that never explains what went wrong. and also your dad is clearly constantly worried about something, everything, no matter how hard he hides it behind his work and smiles and other stuff. oh yeah and then everything concerning the museum, the theater itself, the bunch of weird people your dad now is apparently talking with etc. (hello angel in halovar's basement information)
boy i would be TALKING. and speculating A LOT. and these girls are not the type who would be scared, they more likely are curious . this is like the potential for a late night dialogue, a very good one. with the discussion about how stupid adults are sometimes
i honestly would write something like that if i knew how to write because it's my favorite trope and i want it badly. i mean maybe some day, i don't have enough info about everything that's happening currently anyway. but. yeah. gimme.
An extremely underrated technique is a scene that should be loud with explosions/shouting/chaos of some form but is actually filmed in silence or with desolate music over. The quietness does more than any barrage of sound effects
It's such an amazing feeling when someone picks up on something in your writing that you 100% intended but didn't think people would notice. Like, YES!! My writing properly conveyed the thing it was supposed to!!! You are so awesome for noticing that!!! I am so awesome for writing that!!! I feel so good about my story now!!!!
What it looks like to me is that these churns of outrage aren't actually about anything that these creators say or do, so much as they are a kind of reflexive action in response to literally any kind of friction. Like an angry infected rash flaring up with pain when it is brushed by a feather.
The show you like is telling a slightly different story than what you want? Friction is the same as pain so it is hurting me, AAAA!!! Your expectation of what was going to happen to that character you liked didn't pan out? Friction! Friction hurts! You're hurting me!!
But where the Disney Corporation can run a fucking angle grinder across the rash and barely provoke an "ow," indie creators (especially if they are not men), can get nearly run off the internet for things like factually answering a direct question or stating that the story they are writing has main characters.
There's a lot of misogyny in that, obviously, and in many awful flavors, but I think there's also mixed in there a very peculiar kind of consumer-brained entitlement. We expect that the big corporations will fuck us over every two seconds, and we expect to be utterly powerless to do anything about it because all they give a shit about is Line Go Up, but indie creators (especially if they are not men) are expected to be the balm to that infected rash. Where everything else in the world is painful and mean and uncomfortable, independent queer creators are expected to produce the comfortable swaddling bandage that dulls the pain and soothes the sensitivity. This is supposed to be our happy place, our safe place. It's supposed to be ours and belong to us and serve us.
And so they moment they produce friction, any friction, literally the tiniest amount of friction imaginable, well that's a failure! You are failing to live up to your purpose, and that's not just a creative failure but a moral and personal and spiritual failure too. It's a sin, in fact, it is a kind of evil. Friction hurts, and that means you are hurting me!
It creates this fucked up upside-down bizarro logic wherein the corpos and the companies can transgress to almost literally any degree, as much as they want, as often as they want, but queer independent creators (and I cannot stress this enough: especially if they are not men) have to walk tightrope on a razor wire and may God help their souls if they ever put a foot wrong. We will shake and shake and shake the towers until they each fall down; I didn't like that step I think you were taking, how dare you believe you deserve to be up there!
Project Hail Mary - Phil Lord & Christopher Miller
Reading my own writing like. why do the horniness levels ratchet up so unevenly. Why does this progress so much over the course of one (1) chapter (<it's because I don't usually write slow-burn romance and can't pace it correctly to save my life)
I've been starting at this for so long I have no idea if it's actually good, and by extension, I have no idea if anything I've ever written is good,,
By request I'll be posting some of my Project Hail Mary stuff over here :D Here's an animatic for one of the book scenes o7
Idk how well it'll do here but its still worth sharing
Reading my own writing like. why do the horniness levels ratchet up so unevenly. Why does this progress so much over the course of one (1) chapter (<it's because I don't usually write slow-burn romance and can't pace it correctly to save my life)
when the author describes someone dying and you can just tell they’ve never actually died by the way it’s written
Tragic as it is, Yasha’s mind control is such a fantastic way to write out an absent player’s character. Particularly because it puts her absence at the forefront of the Angel of Irons arc. Yasha didn’t just leave, she was taken from them. And so they spend the rest of the arc finding ways to fight her captors and get her back.
Eventually, one day, somebody will pray for a miracle. Pray for something to save them, to whatever gods are nearby. And that prayer will be answered, because you’ll show up. That’s how it works, that’s what a Champion is.
Having now finished the book, Ryland Grace has one (1) single red flag which is that he canonically does ALL his scientific coding in Microsoft Excel