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Something like this would be so colossally helpful. I'm sick and tired of trying to research specific clothing from any given culture and being met with either racist stereotypical costumes worn by yt people or ai generated garbage nonsense, and trying to be hyper specific with searches yields fuck all. Like I generally just cannot trust the legitimacy of most search results at this point. It's extremely frustrating. If there are good resources for this then they're buried deep under all the other bullshit, and idk where to start looking.
Mitski Abbey // Daniel M. Lavery How To Respond To Criticism // Caroal Lee To Die For // Liv Ullmann Changing // Ethel Cain Strangers //Orson Scott Card // Mitski Shame // Pat the Bunny I'm not a good person // Mitski Humpty // Maggie Nelson Bluets // Charles Bukowski Ham on Rye // Sylvia Plath the unabridged journals of sylvia plath // Jenna Barton
Miau miau miau (translation: meow meow meow)
"Show, don’t tell" means letting readers experience a story through actions, senses, and dialogue instead of outright explaining things. Here are some practical tips to achieve that:
Tell: "The room was cold."
Show: "Her breath puffed in faint clouds, and she shivered as frost clung to the edges of the window."
Tell: "He was scared."
Show: "His hands trembled, and his heart thudded so loudly he was sure they could hear it too."
Tell: "She was angry."
Show: "She slammed the mug onto the counter, coffee sloshing over the rim as her jaw clenched."
Tell: "He was exhausted."
Show: "He stumbled through the door, collapsing onto the couch without even bothering to remove his shoes."
What characters say and how they say it can reveal their emotions, intentions, or traits.
Tell: "She was worried about the storm."
Show: "Do you think it'll reach us?" she asked, her voice tight, her fingers twisting the hem of her shirt.
Tell: "He was jealous of his friend."
Show: "As his friend held up the trophy, he forced a smile, swallowing the bitter lump rising in his throat."
Use the setting to mirror or hint at emotions or themes.
Tell: "The town was eerie."
Show: "Empty streets stretched into the mist, and the only sound was the faint creak of a weathered sign swinging in the wind."
Give enough clues for the reader to piece things together without spelling it out.
Tell: "The man was a thief."
Show: "He moved through the crowd, fingers brushing pockets, his hand darting away with a glint of gold."
What’s left unsaid can reveal as much as what’s spoken.
Tell: "They were uncomfortable around each other."
Show: "He avoided her eyes, pretending to study the painting on the wall. She smoothed her dress for the third time, her fingers fumbling with the hem."
Use metaphors, similes, or comparisons to make an emotion or situation vivid.
Tell: "The mountain was huge."
Show: "The mountain loomed above them, its peak disappearing into the clouds, as if it pierced the heavens."
Tell: "The village had been destroyed by the fire."
Show: "Charred beams jutted from the rubble like broken ribs, the acrid smell of ash lingering in the air. A child's shoe lay half-buried in the soot, its leather curled from the heat."
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Tusayan, AZ 86023 PHONE +1 (928) 638-9909
Mayor Craig Sanderson
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Councilor | Al Montoya
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the intimacy of being a weapon. your body is an extension of their power, your words an extension of their will. you are made significant in the way a gun is only dangerous with a finger on the trigger, and a blade only swipes through the actions of a swordsman. to have one end of yourself fit perfectly, comfortably in their hands while the other sheds blood. you are given purpose because of them, and they are given strength because of you.
She’s telling me about K-pop. Was it Jennie or Jung-kook?
I don’t remember and I don’t really get it but she’s so excited so I listen.
Next she begins to show me the dance sequences. They look complicated. And she tells me all about how she and her friends are going to dance together.
I ask how long I’m going to live for.
She says, how tf should I know.
And then she starts telling me about a girl named Marie. She hates Marie. Hates the way Marie holds herself, the way Marie chews her pencils, the way Marie laughs as if she’s been kicked in the teeth.
She hates Marie so I do too.
My hamster dies tragically as they all do. Escaped onto the road and driven over. When she finds out, she mourns.
Her cries make her body convulse, like she's giving up some part of herself. Her sobbing is so loud it rattles the braces on my teeth.
She cries over my hamster’s body for 5 days and when I bury him, she delivers a eulogy so beautiful I’m almost thankful he did die, just so I could hear her speech.
When my grandma gets cancer, I demand an answer from her. Why didn’t she tell me?
She shrugs and says everyone has their time and goes back to scrolling on tiktok.
I pass my exam with a grade so good it’s shocking for mediocre me and she congratulates me.
At my congratulatory dinner, she makes it all about herself and says our friendship was the driving force behind my good grade.
I grab her and pull her into the bathroom, where I slap her so hard there are nail marks on her cheek.
She looks in the mirror, peeved I ruined her lipgloss.
When my first boyfriend cheats on me, I cry so much in her arms that I think I’ve cried enough to fill the Atlantic sea.
She corrects me and tells me it’s closer to The Red Sea.
I ask if I deserved this, she doesn’t answer. I ask if there's something wrong with me, she doesn’t answer. I ask if I am unlovable, she doesn’t answer.
I ask her why she didn’t respond to my last text, she says she was busy.
One day we’re eating ice cream together on a warm summer day, her rum raisin, me elderflower and I ask her what I should do to please her.
She considers the question, humming and haaing on it. Then she tells me, go to the deepest darkest part of the ocean and bring me back one of those funny looking sea creatures.
I ask if she’s being serious and she says she always is.
When i'm dying and we see each other again, she first tells me about all my wrinkles and gray hairs and recommends a guy she knows that could help with that.
Are we going to be together forever now, I ask?
She wrinkles her nose at that and says no, you bring down the vibes.
same.
My most toxic trait is fully believing that I could get a Vulcan to like me