when no one has written the exact fic to scratch a very specific emotional itch and you absolutely do not have time to write it yourself but you still want to readit dammit
There is something so special about teen superhero team dynamics, from Power Rangers to magical girls and everything in between.
I help you fight evil. I let you sleep on my lap when we get back home. I know everything about you, things your parents never will. We’ve almost died together. We study for tests together. We are discovering ourselves. I hope I still know you in ten years. You turned evil once. I still got you a birthday present.
NOT ONLY do i want more m/f friendships in media where there’s nothing romantic between them, but i want m/f friendships where both characters are SINGLE so that there’s no reason there to “justify” why those two can’t date. i want the platonicness of their relationship to be something that stands on its own merit.
one of my favorite story elements is “character way past their prime can still absolutely wreck you, leaving you to wonder just how powerful they used to be”
[ID: tweet via @/landpsychology with photo. Text: Thunder buddies in their thunder bunker. Image: A cat and dog crouching in a box together under furniture. /end ID]
The best part of worldbuilding is making something that sucks. Magic schools with bullshit rules that don’t work. Spaceships that are built stupid. My favourite thing to do is to make an inconvenient world that is full of stupid things for boring reasons, and then putting a character int here and making them live with that.
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I was about to reblog this like “wow I so agree” and then I checked the username and apparently I posted it.
I’ve done that, and it’s so awkward to be like “See, this person GETS IT!”, only to realize it was, in fact, my post, which I have no memory of making.
stepped on a plum (overripe plum) (barefoot) it was on the driveway got out of the car and accidentally (didn’t know it was there) stepped on the plum (warm) (on the ground) (it had fallen from the tree) barefoot (no shoes) wearing long pants (too long) (need to hem them) plum viscera got on them (the pants) unexpected plum on the driveway (hot plum) (97 degrees out) already super hungover (throwing up all morning) (should not have been driving at all) and I stepped out of the car (black car) (97 degrees out) and onto the plum (unexpected) (didn’t know the plum was there) and it burst (plum nightmare on my only good pair of sweatpants) still we find ways to keep ourselves going from day to day
guess what post just got read aloud in poetry club tonite by an unknowing club member as I watched on in terror
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