Hello Neil,
in S2 we see Crowley in the bookshop throwing books mindlessly away when something gets his attention. Even thou it is so Crowley it leaves me shocked each time he does it (I'm a bookseller).
Are those real books? What would Aziraphale say if he ever finds out?
Hope you don't mind me asking. -Shen.
While those were real books, they were also highly trained stunt books, and they had rehearsed the bit where David Tennant threw them down, so none of them were hurt.
Hey!! Sorry for the bother, but @/pheon1xr0se a mutual of mine and super talented fic writer for our ineffable community has been dealing with sickness, and her and her family are at risk of losing their home. I’m reaching out to a few larger go names in the fandom to see if it’d be possible to spread her fundraising link and raise some awareness?? Much love 🫶🫶🫶🫶
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best of luck phoenix!! 🥺
Good Omens Textposts Part 2
oh my god i finally thought of a vampire au that i'm completely unhinged for. i am about to be so insufferable about this
vampire aziraphale x vampire hunter crowley. and no, neither of them realise they're hereditary enemies when they hook up. they're dorks and idiots your honour.
I have a question about writing, because you are my favourite fic writer and you write so well.
-How do I write emotions well? I’ve always struggled with that, for some reason. How do I explain how a person is feeling? Should I write loads of it or just explain it short?
Sorry if this is a weird question, genuinely struggling out here 😰😰
AHH thank you dear, but not weird at all! this is one of those highly subjective things can be really hard to nail down with simple rules in a classroom, hence difficult to learn.
i'm a bit of a fluffy writer, so i rely on Show Don't Tell to demonstrate emotions. but i am constantly reminding myself of this post to not go overboard with it. breaking down the sensory cocktail of an emotion is great for emphasis, but would get exhausting if you did it every time. it's okay to write "he was scared."
now, in this case, the "show" of an emotion would be how it physically makes you feel (warm or cold, stomach butterflies, aching, floating), how you express it externally (narrowed eyes, tense shoulders, clenched jaw, parted lips), and what it makes you do (avert eye contact, reach out, fiddle and fidget, move around a room).
examples from And They Were Streamers!
"aziraphale was touched" (meeting a fan) vs: how it makes him feel
Aziraphale’s chest blossomed with a shy, giddy warmth, just like the twinkling of nerves he felt before his first ever stream.
"crowley was agitated" vs: how he expresses it externally
Crowley sat there, breathing heavily with his eyes flickering over the chat window on his third monitor.
"aziraphale was nervous" vs: what it makes him do
Aziraphale returned his hand to hover somewhere around his waistline, where it toyed with the hem of his jacket and longed for a glass to cling to.
i refer to breath, eyes, shoulders, mouths, and fingers a lot. they're very expressive body parts and you feel a lot within them when struck with intense emotion.
if you're dead inside like me (thanks T), it can be helpful to practise mindfulness when looking for sensory inspiration. if you can't remember what it feels like to be overcome with jealousy, pay attention to all five of your senses and imagine what the character might be feeling for each of those.
I stare at the screen for hours, trying to make the words come out, but they won't. I can't compel myself to take a break, because there's this voice screaming at me from the base of my brain...
"You've been told you're a great writer, and you want to be a published author. But all you have to show for it after forty-four years are a dozen crash-and-burn writing projects. When you have the time to write, you don't, for a host of reasons. If you don't have something written by the time you die--which comes closer with every passing day--you've wasted your gifts, you've wasted all the effort people put into educating you, and you've wasted your life. So sit down and WRITE, you worthless piece of shit!"
How do you get past the paralysis caused by the obligation to produce? Is there a way to trick your brain and your body into writing? Or do you just slog on through, no matter how long you have to sit there to get a thousand words a day out?
Perhaps you could try to be kinder to yourself.
I always give myself permission to write or to do nothing at all (staring out of the window or at a wall is okay). After a while spent staring at a wall it's often easier to write.
Remember if you write a page a day -- 300 words -- at the end of a year you'll have a 100,000 word novel.
i lowkey forgot tumblr existed but i need to stop spamming my insta story so im gonna be posting random thoughts here again
i’m also crawling back into fandom culture again and i need to talk abt writing and fanfiction so bad
i’ve been writing this fic since january and i’m only 50 pages in it’s constantly on my mind which is insane bc im pretty sure my good omens hyperfixation ended a couple weeks ago (i still love it, the obsession has just gone away)
this stupid fic is never not on my mind but i can’t get myself to write it im in the depths of hell rn
just to hide outside your door 🐍🍎
hi bilv!
i’m curious, do u ever go back and reread your own works? for me, i can be suuuper critical of my writing during the process and it’s rly interesting revisiting old projects several months later and realizing “huh. these actually don’t suck.” just wondering what it’s like for you!
hope you’re having a lovely day :)
I DOOOO. i love my stories a lot and i write what i want to read, so i've reread my fics to hell and back 😂 usually only when i first finish them tho
i'm kind of the opposite, i get so into flow that i like pretty much everything i'm writing, but when i come back to it later i find everything wrong with it. it makes it hard for me to feel confident about my earlier stories, so i rarely promo Black Vitrum knowing the prose is objectively much weaker than what i write now 😩
crowley: maybe in another universe im not in love with someone who i know can never love me back and who is the epitome of goodness and a literal angel and i will never be good enough for them and i have so much anger inside me
ten: god i hope so