writing is so fun
writing is impossible why does anyone do this
fuuuuck that is my circus. are those…? yep… those are my monkeys….. goddammit.
the purpose of friends is to have people who unconditionally hate your shitty exes & relatives. like maybe YOU have a complex relationship with your father but i sure don't. i'm outside his house with a gun. he's not the unforgivable asshole who raised me he's just an unforgivable asshole
Fanfic tiktok is wild... I see so many people saying shit like "I could never read anything below 60k!!", or "What story can you even tell in under 5k words?" or "A oneshot below 10k isn't even a story!" or "I always filter completed fics by 100k< only!"
And I'm like...
A) which fandoms are you reading fics for where you have this kind of offerings on the regular?
B) have you heard of short stories? If you truly think every story NEEDS to be longform to connect with people, I sincerely feel sorry for you.
C) Average novel length is between 50k to 100k. I'm sorry, but CONSISTENTLY demanding fic writers to push out fics of that length is insane. Just think about it: YOU DEMAND AUTHORS TO PUT OUT FICS THAT COMPARE TO COMMERCIAL NOVELS IN LENGTH (AND QUALITY) AS A BASELINE.
Yall are wilding.
i think villains in general provide better, more epic romances because they're allowed to go to extremes. they're allowed to put their love over the greater good. they're allowed to be selfish. the best a hero can offer you is number two, because their duty comes first. villains, though. villains will burn down the world for a last kiss goodbye.
Yea, sure. Until YOU or people you love are among the victims for someone else’s love and the villains won’t care. Would also like to point out that some villians(Kuvira, for example) have been willing to sacrifice/throw away love interests for their own goals.
idk about you but existing in the real world gives me and my loved ones immunity from the actions of fictional villains. hope you manage to get your family out of star wars.
Me: *scrolling tumblr*
Castiel: I love you
Me: Dear god what’s happened now
Forever scared by the destiel meme
not normie enough to fit in but not fringe enough to lean into being a freak, worst of both worlds, pure liminality, just the weird coworker, and unrelatable classmate. and your mutual
love how elphaba made glinda promise not to clear her name and she does anyway, or at the very least attempts to humanise elphaba in oz’s eyes and explain that no, she wasn’t born wicked, but that rather this so-called ‘wickedness’ was a product of her environment and the people around her. she’s trying to deprogram the ozians who have undergone years of indoctrination that she herself, guiltily, had participated in. glinda may not be able to clear her friend’s name outright, but she can still gradually and systematically bring change to oz, or at least she hopes she can.
we as an audience don’t understand the full weight of glinda’s actions in no one mourns the wicked until after the curtains have fallen, which is no doubt intentional on the playwright’s part. glinda half breaks and half keeps what she thinks is elphaba’s final promise: she doesn’t go down to munchkinland and loudly proclaim that the wicked witch wasn’t so wicked after all, but she does tentatively plant the seeds needed to absolve elphaba of any so-called wrongdoings. yes, she helps burn down the effigy of the wicked witch - which visibly pains her to do so - but she also tries to get the munchkins to question their entire worldview, the way that she did when she danced with one lonely green-skinned girl at a student ball all those years ago, the way she did when that same girl, scarred and battered by years of trauma and life-ruining slander, decided that she would never be welcome in oz as long as she was still alive and glinda realised, far too late, that she had taken the coward’s way out - although she had also in part been manipulated by her headmistress whom she’d desperately wanted approval from and was ultimately a product of her privileged upbringing - and that their future together had been doomed from the moment she decided not to get onto that broom.
and yet maybe, just maybe, she can be the one to create the future that elphaba wanted - one in which everybody lives together without the barriers of discrimination - even if elphaba herself isn’t alive to experience it. and it all starts with a single question - are people born wicked, or do they have wickedness thrust upon them? - because in order to change the world, you must start by questioning everything you already know.
