Who Knows, Who Cares- Local Natives
if someone’s happy doing their strange weird thing and they’re not hurting anybody then that’s really awesome and you should just let them be and maybe even be glad for them
so many people are scared shitless to show anybody what makes them happy or excited because there are so many people eager to point and laugh
If you think abortions ok, remember what Horton says.
Awkward. Dr. Seuss and his wife were really liberal and pro-choice. They’ve even threatened to sue pro-life organizations for using this quote the wrong way (the way you’re doing it actually). I guess you didn’t already know that Horton Hears a Who is about the American occupation of Japan post-WWII. He even dedicated it to his dear Japanese friend.
Mrs. Geisel (Mrs. Seuss) continued donating to Planned Parenthood and advocating for reproductive health and rights after her husband died.
“And I told the boys that I wanted to go home. Cause I knew you were awake. I said I wanted to just go home and talk to you cause I just knew that Lindsay would still be up. I just knew.”
And that’s when I cry? Cause I was still up because apart of me knew that she was going to come home and need someone to talk with. I just knew and waited. And the fact that she knew too just made me realize that the five of us really are a family now.
It’s a nice feeling to walk my drunken roommate to her room after venting to her about boys and feelings and yeah-I-know-I’ll-learn-a-lesson-from-this-but-it-still-fucking-hurts-right-now nights and it’s nice to exchange love you’s and it’s nice to have made this little bond while we’re the only two in the apartment for the week and it’s nice to know that the five of us have turned Grimmauld Place into this home of pure love and comfort and chaos and I swear to you, these four girls mean more to me than anything in the world.
I just have a lot of feelings, okay?
Seriously, these four have collectively taught me what friendship is in ways I never could have understood it before meeting them. And I know this is our last year in school together (I’ve been living with Lindsay since day ONE, WHAT?!) but I know there is no way any of us are going to let this go. We’re going to walk across that stage next year and right into a life together. Our friendship is just that epic. I may not know what the future holds, but I know I’d charge the bloody gates of hell for my girls,and I’m so, so blessed to have found a home in their hearts.
Hello Queen of Genovia
I’ll reblog it every time I see in my dash. EVERY. TIME.
honestly, if you like comic books, you like fanfiction. that’s what comic books are, essentially.
I mean really.
Also does anyone have any idea how much geek mythology/bible fanfiction there is out there?
AND THE WIZARD OF OZ. DONT EVEN GET ME STARTED.
I wasn’t a part of this initial conversation, I just agree with everything Mav says.
Sometimes you want to write, but you have no plot ideas. Perhaps your fingers are itchy to write, you want to meet a submissions deadline, a character is bugging you to tell their story, or a single image, phrase, or scene is sitting heavy in your head. But you still can’t find the whole story.
So what can you do?
- Start with characters: find their names, their backstories, their relationships. Create detailed descriptions, draw them, build their family trees. Get them interracting, put them into a room together, or bump them into each other in the street. Read their diaries, their love letters, their bank statements. Get to know them inside out. This is one place where you may find your story.
- Start with a world: create your map, name the towns, lakes, forests, and mountains. Work out the trade routes, position the markets, the ports, and the industry. Find the history, predict the future. Draw out the borders, bring war, re-draw the borders. Get down to street level and see who lives there. Walk the streets yourself. This is one place where you may find your story.
- Start with a room: stand in the middle of a room and open your eyes. What does the room look like? What’s in it? How many doors and windows are there? What is the room used for? Who uses it? What has happened here, and what is going to happen here? This is one place where you may find your story.
- Start with an object: pick something up into your hand. What is it? What is it used for? Who owns it, and who owned it before them? What is it worth, either monetarily or sentimentally? Has it been lost, found, stolen, given away? Why is this object important? This is one place where you may find your story.