erik: *fights with charles constantly, alienates him, almost accidently kills him twice, is a fugitive who dropped a baseball stadium on the white house*
also erik: *has the audacity to be lowkey jealous of hank’s relationship with charles*
charles: *leaning on hank bc his legs don’t work and a piece of scaffolding had just fallen on him*
erik: is that really necessary
you just know magneto spent hours in his little plexiglass prison of his thinking about hank & charles allllllll alone in the mansion together. like hanks just over there trying to keep himself from furrying out and Missin Raven and erik is like
even in the plane scene erik says “you were hiding. you and HANK.” and charles storms up to the cockpit with hank and erik just stares after him
Hank is the third point of this relationship triangle, except nobody, including himself, wants him there
When did ‘book nook’ go from meaning 'an alcove in your house where you store books & also have a cosy spot to read’ to meaning 'a landscape sculpture that fits between your books for whimsical decoration’?
When Boomers destroyed the economy so badly that having a designated reading space in your house is more fictional than a mini-forest in your bookshelf.
Ah. Yeah, that tracks. :(
my dad–also a writer–came to visit, and i mentioned that the best thing to come out of the layoff is that i’m writing again. he asked what i was writing about, and i said what i always do: “oh, just fanfic,” which is code for “let’s not look at this too deeply because i’m basically just making action figures kiss in text form” and “this awkward follow-up question is exactly why i don’t call myself a writer in public.”
he said, “you have to stop doing that.”
“i know, i know,” because it’s even more embarrassing to be embarrassed about writing fanfic, considering how many posts i’ve reblogged in its defense.
but i misunderstood his original question: “fanfic is just the genre. i asked what you’re writing about.”
i did the conversational equivalent of a spinning wheel cursor for at least a minute. i started peeling back the setting and the characters, the fic challenge and the specific episode the story jumps off from, and it was one of those slow-dawning light bulb moments. “i’m writing about loneliness, and who we are in the absence of purpose.”
as, i imagine, are a lot of people right now, who probably also don’t realize they’re writing an existential diary in the guise of getting television characters to fuck.
“that’s what you’re writing. the rest is just how you get there, and how you get it out into the world. was richard iii really about richard the third? would shakespeare have gotten as many people to see it if it wasn’t a story they knew?”
so, my friends: what are you writing about?
Well….. fuck…now that you put it that way….
you can explain why it’s important for aspiring authors to read published books and not just fanfiction without condescending to fanfiction authors/readers and implying it’s inherently of lesser quality
like a lot of fanfiction is genuinely good and well-written! there’s some amazing work there! there is absolutely fanfiction out there that’s the same quality as well-written published works. being like ‘well, it’s cute, but it’s not real writing’ is just dismissive and frankly completely untrue.
but, at the same time, there are a lot of reasons it’s important to also read published works, and those reasons aren’t just ‘it’s better’. for one, a lot of writing original fiction involves introducing one’s own characters and setting to an audience who knows nothing about the characters or worldbuilding, which is generally not something you’re going to learn how to do by only reading stories where you already know the world and characters. that doesn’t mean the work isn’t good; it just means it doesn’t teach all of the skills you’ll need to know when writing
im a lifelong fanfic writer, but one thing fanfic won’t teach you is how to end a story. or how to structure one, really. fanfic is itself a continuation of a story, it’s a transformative work, and… it’s kind of rare for long, chaptered fic to actually be complete. it’s awesome when it is! but you do kind of get used to reading fanfic as a big nebulous cloud of what-ifs, and furthermores, and so ons, and etc.
published fiction pretty much always has to have a start, middle, and ending. you can’t really learn formal anatomy from fanfiction. you can learn a lot of creative stuff that published fiction rarely has the freedom to engage in–aus and remixes, for instance–but fanfic really isn’t where you’re going to be able to study structure and discipline.
Thank god. Finally some good fanfic vs. published story dialogue.
Fanfiction is also usually published as the author writes it, which means authors are limited in their ability to retroactively change story elements (removing plot holes or subplots that go nowhere, or adding foreshadowing for an important event they decided they wanted 1/3 into their story, etc). This means stories overall are generally less “polished” than professionally published work.
On a similar note, fic writers can “get away with” a lot more fluff that doesn’t move the story forward– ie, dedicating an entire chapter to characters cuddling, or spending a very long time explaining the economics system of a secret wizard world. This is a strength of fic because it’s often what people want to read– but it’s also something that usually hinges on the reader already being deeply invested in the characters and the world, which is a luxury you’re not going to get from a lot of original fiction.
Fanfiction isn’t necessarily better or worse than original fic, but it is a fundamentally different art. An aspiring fiction author reading only fanfic is like an aspiring fiction author reading only poetry; it’s great to enrich your skills by reading widely, but if you don’t read *the kind of art you are trying to make*, you won’t know how to make it.
Also fanfic doesn’t generally have the same beats as a novel, so if you’re looking to get published, you should know how to structure narratives for novels rather than the Internet
not 2 be dramatic but those posts yall make that reunite poetry about a certain subject… that is what art is about
what is man but a spicy little pile of the intertextuality between everything that’s ever shaped him
like these separate pieces of art weren’t meant to be companions to each other but here they are… linked together by the fact u a lil insignificant human liked them and saw the common themes between them… not 2 be dramatic but. that’s love
could you do things related to stars and love?
Sarah Williams, Twilight Hours; ‘The Old Astronomer’
Keith S. Wilson, Heliocentric
Titanic (1997) dir. James Cameron
Take That, Rule The World
Taylor Swift, Mary’s Song
The Heart Nebula, photographed by Daniel Marquardt
Matthew Stover, Revenge of the Sith Novelisation
Neil Gaiman, Stardust
Vincent van Gogh, Starry Night Over the Rhône
Doctor Who (2005–), 2x13: Doomsday
Ewan MacColl, The First Time Ever I Saw Your Face
Şenay Cüce, sketchbook details
Richard Siken, Snow & Dirty Rain
Keith S. Wilson, Heliocentric
William Shakespeare, Romeo and Juliet
Steve Harvey is the only host of anything that I can appreciate
This feels like a fucking comedy skit, like Steve Harvey has the pacing and comedic timing amazing
[ Video Transcript :
Host : Well, your name is Obu?
Obu : Yes sir!
Host : And your last name is Obu?
Obu : Yes sir
Host : Obu Obu
Woman, off screen : You should ask him what his middle name is
Obu : Steve not ready for that (2x) (incoherent audience laughter)
Host : You don’t know how ready I am! (Audience laughs) As a matter of fact, we not doing a damn thing until we find out! (More laughter) What is your middle name, Obu?
Obu : It’s Obu. (Louder audience laugh)
Host : Obu Obu Obu
Obu : Yes sir! ( Audience laugh) Gotta show some ID?
Host : (softer) now you gotta show them id. You got it on you?
Obu : So the process I go through, go on check that out!
Host : I’ll be damn. (More audience laughter and clapping) Your– who, who named you, Obu obu obu?
Obu : My father.
Host : Father still livin’ ?
Obu, pointing off screen : Yes, sir, he’s right up there. (audience claps) Yeeaaa my pops yeeeaaaaaa
(Host walks towards the camera and camera flips back n forth to reveal Obu’s dad, followed by more audience laughing n clapping)
Host : Yeeaaa yeaa that’s who I’m lookin for! (laughter) What’s your name, sir?
Obu’s dad bellows with echoey sound : Oo~obuu~
(More audience laughter)
/End transcript ]
Meanwhile, in Scotland.
What cartoon is this
THIS IS MY FAVOURITE COW RELATED POST ON THIS WEBSITE MAYBE I LOVE COWS RUN COWS RUN
our name is Cow
and wen its daye,
or wen our Man
has lookd awaye,
and in the fence a hole wee gnaw,
wee gallop out.
wee flee the law.
Oh my goodness, this is a documentary on my life
So peaceful Souvenir. A brother singing ancient Andalusian song in Al-hambra palace.
The right amount of melancholy
This is one of my most favorite Andalusian muwashshahat (an Arabic poem that’s specifically written to be sung). It was written in the 3rd century by an Arab poet from Granada, so it’s not very far fetched that the song has been sung at some point in that very palace centuries ago.
These are the lyrics in Arabic and English, in case anyone’s interested.
When he appeared with a sway in his walk
My darling infatuated me with his beauty
Oh, my fate and my confusion
Who will have mercy when I complain
Of anguish in love
Except for the holder of beauty?
لما بدا يتثنى
حبي جماله فتننا
وعدي و يا حيرتي
من لي رحيم شكوتي
فى الحب من لوعتي
إلا مليك الجمال