art will save you, being unreasonably passionate about something niche will save you, letting past sources of joy show you the way back to yourself will save you, earnestness over composure will save you, the natural world will save you, caring for something bigger than yourself will save you, daring to be seen will save you, kindness not as a whim but a principle will save you, appreciation as a practice will save you, daring to try something new will save you, grounding will save you, love will save you, one good nights sleep will save you
fandomite-brained “progressive” and “queer positive” intellectuals will tell you with a straight face that certain pieces of fictional art like rap songs or comedic jokes or fifty shades of grey can socially sanction or enshrine rape culture, but their 25 chapter gay noncon omegaverse ao3 fanfiction that is publicly available on the world wide web is somehow ontologically different. They think they can hide their contradictions from me, lol. they are so cute hehe you’re so bad at obscuring your affinities behind flimsy platitudes you little freak (steps on them with my steel toed boot).
♡ Voice trembling on the edge of something bigger.
♡ A truth blurted out mid-argument, raw and unpolished.
♡ Avoiding eye contact, but finally saying it anyway.
♡ A confession disguised as a joke.
♡ “I wasn’t going to say anything but...”
♡ Whispered during a moment when they think the other person is asleep.
♡ A tearful outburst after staying calm for far too long.
♡ “You weren’t supposed to find out like this.”
♡ Telling the truth while staring at the ground.
♡ Letting it slip accidentally, then freezing.
♡ Writing it down instead of saying it.
♡ Starting a sentence three times before finishing it.
♡ “I didn’t know how to say it until now.”
♡ Sending a message, deleting it, sending it again.
♡ “You asked how I’m doing. I lied.”
♡ Finally saying what’s been obvious to everyone else.
♡ Speaking in metaphors because the truth feels too vulnerable.
♡ Telling someone else first.
♡ Breaking down halfway through the sentence.
♡ “I’m scared you’ll hate me if I tell you.”
✧ They notice what isn’t said. The gap. The silence. The missing piece.
✧ They explain complex things in the simplest words. No ego, just clarity.
✧ They pause before answering, not because they’re unsure, but because they’re calculating what not to say.
✧ They remember names. Tiny details. The kind of stuff people don’t expect anyone to keep.
✧ They don’t correct people when they’re wrong. Unless it matters. Then it’s precise.
✧ They ask smart questions and actually listen to the answers.
✧ They use sarcasm as camouflage, people underestimate snarky geniuses.
Tender, Subtle Ways to Show a Character Cares
For the characters who will literally die before saying it out loud, but their body and habits scream devotion.
Letting them walk on the inside of the sidewalk
Memorizing their coffee order
Keeping extra gloves/scarves/snacks just in case they forget theirs
Texting: “Are you home safe?” instead of “I miss you”
Tucking their hair tag in
Offering the last bite, even if they really wanted it
Taking mental notes on what makes them nervous or happy
Saying “Call me if you need anything” and meaning it
Sitting close enough that their shoulders brush
Keeping an umbrella in their bag. Just. In. Case.
Being the first to notice when something’s off
Defending them behind their back
Refusing to let them feel dumb, even for a second
Remembering little details from a single offhand comment
Turning down the music when they walk in without asking
I hate the “Thoreau’s mom did his laundry” criticism so much, it drives me crazy.
Henry Thoreau did not go to Walden Pond because he thought it would be a fun adventure. He went into the woods because he was deeply depressed and burnt out. He was running from the horror of his brother and best friend recently dying in his arms, and the haunting memory of causing the Fairhaven Bay fire. His friend Ellery Channing literally gave him the ultimatum of either taking some time off to write and think, or else be institutionalized.
I think Thoreau’s mother saw her depressed son choosing to retreat into a small cabin in the woods, and was worried about him. Of course she did his laundry - just as Ralph Waldo Emerson probably brought him firewood and bread. These were not chores of obligation to support a “great” man, but services of love to help their deeply depressed 28yo son and friend.
And if you ask me, there’s a lesson in that - to “suck out the marrow of life” and “live deliberately,” one must also accept help offered from the people in your life who love you. There is no true transcendentalism or individualism without love and friendship behind it.
Questions Your Character Is Too Afraid to Ask
(But desperately needs the answer to) Because these are the thoughts they won’t say out loud, but they shape everything they do.
If I stopped trying, would anyone notice?
Do they actually like me, or do I just make their life easier?
Am I hard to love?
What would they say about me if I left the room?
Would they stay if they saw the real me?
What if I’m only good at pretending to be good?
Was it actually love, or just obligation?
What happens if I fail again? What’s left of me then?
How long until they get tired of me?
What if I deserve the things I’m afraid of?
Am I healing or just hiding better?
Why do I feel more myself when I’m alone?
Do I want to be forgiven or just forget?
What if I never become the person they believe I am?
Am I still angry, or just numb?
Why can’t I let go of them, even after everything?
If they hurt me, and I stayed, did I hurt myself more?
Am I building a future, or just distracting myself from the past?
Is this what I want, or just what I’ve been told to want?
What if I was never meant to survive this, but I did anyway? Now what?
When writing relationships between characters, one of the best things you can do as a writer is master the art of platonic relationships. Not every relationship has to turn romantic—and when done right, platonic bonds can hit harder than love stories.
But writing them well? That takes a lot of intentionally-written cues and dialogue. Here are just a few tips:
Platonic doesn’t mean distant. Let them see each other. Let one character be the first person the other calls when things go wrong. Show moments of vulnerability, casual care, and trust without flirty undertones. Let them have traditions, inside jokes, or quiet routines together.
If you’re going for a purely platonic vibe, don’t toss in romantic tension as bait. It cheapens the relationship. Let them have chemistry that’s based in compatibility, not attraction. Not every deep bond needs a romantic subplot. Avoid unnecessary lingering glances or “almost touch” moments unless it’s 100% platonic context (e.g., comforting after a trauma).
Platonic duos feel real when we see how they’ve been through things together. Maybe they survived something. Maybe they just grew up side by side. What matters is that their connection isn’t shallow. Flashbacks, casual references to “remember when,” or unspoken teamwork go a long way.
One character leaning on the other’s shoulder. Braiding hair. Holding hands in a high-stress moment. All of this can be platonic when framed right. Normalize physical affection without romantic framing. You could show how each character interprets the touch. If it’s comfort or instinct—not attraction—it’s platonic.
Have others in the story acknowledge the bond without assuming it’s romantic. It helps the reader accept it as non-romantic, too. Maybe someone can say, “You two are like siblings” or “You always have each other’s back.” Reinforce the type of love.
Don’t make it perfect. Platonic love, like any bond, includes disagreement. But when they still come through for each other, that’s what makes it powerful. Maybe one apologizes without ego. The other forgives without resentment. That’s platonic strength.
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Platonic relationships aren’t the backup to romance—they’re their own kind of energy. They don’t need to be slow-burn romances in disguise. Let them be bold, soft, loud, or quiet—but most of all, real. Because at the end of the day, platonic love deserves to be written with the same depth, stakes, and tenderness as any love story.
How a Character’s Anger Can Show Up Quietly
Anger doesn’t always slam doors. Sometimes it simmers. Sometimes it cuts.
╰ They go still. Not calm... still. Like something is pulling tight inside them.
╰ They smile, but their eyes? Cold. Flat. Done.
╰ Their voice gets quieter, not louder. Controlled. Measured. Weaponized.
╰ They ask questions they already know the answers to, just to watch someone squirm.
╰ Their words are clipped. Polite. But razor-sharp.
╰ They laugh once. Without humor. You know the one.
╰ They leave the room without explanation, and when they come back? Different energy. Ice where fire was.
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