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Has anyone else studied a different countries culture really thoroughly, not for a job or a school project, but because an OC for the book your writing that is only a minor character is from there and you want them to be realistic, or is it just me?
okay, it’s time.
hi everyone!! my name is maddie, (or mads) and i’m an aspiring actor + writer who’s big dream is to thank their parents in an oscar’s speech lol
my hyperfixations change frequently, but the current obsession is ted lasso so my askbox is open for any ideas or Thoughts!
anyways, nice to meet you and i hope to be hearing from y’all soon ❤️
I'm trying to find a story I might have read on Tumblr that goes like this:
A knight makes a deal with an ragged, eldritch looking "king" that sits on atop a throne somewhere and when he fulfills his end of the deal, to take the "king's" place, he realizes that he was the king all along and now has to make that same deal with his younger self.
Please link it if you know where to find it
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Hawthorn Legacy Finished!! Spoilers!!
So I finished the book before my shift right and GUYSSSSSSS. The amount of info they give you in the last few chapters is insane! Zarah being in love with Nash's dad and Sky swooping him. Zarah's affair with OREN OF ALL PEOPLE. Ricky actually being Avery's father but Toby is her adoptive dad. Tobey has another daughter, AVERY GETTING BLOWN UP AND KIDNAPPED IN LESS THAN A WEEK. Lord it's a wonder why anyone in this story is sane because I personallyyyyyyyyyyy id turn into an alcoholic really quick. I feel like with every new ounce of information is brought up the kids really never get to sit and digest it. Grayson met his dad and within the same month he was dead, even if he hated his son and Gray didn't know him it still must have done a number on him mentally. And with Nash to find out your father was sent away for years bc ur mom and your aunt couldn't settle their beef was wild, I would be unfathomably pissed at the situation. And AVERY the rollercoaster of her thinking Tobey is her bio dad and then finding out Rickey is her bio dad, along with realizing she never knew her mom's real identity and finding out Tobey accidentally killed her aunt and that's how he and her mom met. Finding out they were in love finding out she has a grandmother likeeeeeee. I don't know how shes even functioning y'all. But that's all for this book!!! I'll update soon with my next read
!!!PSA TO ANYONE WHO FOLLOWS ME!!!
(or anyone who wants to)
i made a new blog!!!! its my main one. i have declaired this one as the one i consume media on. ANYWAYSSS
here is the link to my new blog:
www.tumblr.com/stars4ruby
it would be cool to have moots.....asking for a friend...
"We know what we are, but not what we may be."
- Ophelia in Shakespeare's Hamlet, Act 4, Scene 5
Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he hated.
Sirius might have hated Remus – but it was Remus who he kissed, whose name he gasped in his mouth when he felt so good he couldn't help it. Remus had never heard a more intoxicating sound.
New chapter:
Yea let’s ignore how inactive I’ve been on tumblr lol, but feel free to check the fic out x
Dove sei, mondo bello
Trama: Alice ha scritto due romanzi di enorme successo, ma per trovare compagnia deve andare su Tinder. Eileen lavora per una rivista letteraria, però non ci paga l'affitto. Simon ama da sempre la stessa donna, ma da sempre ne frequenta altre. Felix passa in birreria il tempo libero dal lavoro di magazziniere, ma la sua è una fuga. Alice, Eileen, Simon e Felix si parlano, si fraintendono, si deludono e si amano e, mentre attraversano il cerchio di fuoco dei trent'anni, si chiedono se esista davvero, al di là, ancora, un mondo bello in cui sperare.
Questo libro mi è stato regalato per natale, nonostante fosse già in ogni caso nella mia tbr. Avevo aspettative abbastanza alte, considerando quanto mi ero trovata coinvolta da Persone Normali.
Purtroppo, devo dire che le mie aspettative sono state deluse. Ho trovato lo stile di scrittura scadente, quando nel secondo pubblicato dalla Rooney invece risultava ancora fresco e pieno di novità.
Sarà sicuramente anche colpa dei tempi in cui viviamo oggi, dove tutto evolve ad una velocità impressionante e ciò che era nuovo ieri, oggi già ci annoia. Però devo anche dire che ho trovato l'evoluzione di stile da un romanzo del 2018 ad uno del 2021 veramente minima, anzi, retrocedente. Il lettore sa avvertire la sincerità oppure una forzatura da parte dello scrittore, nella scelta delle parole e dei temi.
Partendo da un'idea di fondo anche carina, adatta a mantenere l'intrattenimento attivo con l'alternarsi di prosa narrativa e un format da e-mail, purtroppo non ha saputo spiccare il volo.
I voli pindarici che affrontano entrambe le protagoniste in queste mail, forzatamente intellettualiste ed innaturali, risultano quasi irritanti. Con questo non intendo che in letteratura non possano esistere personaggi pretenziosi, soprattutto considerando che la gran parte degli scrittori stessi peccano di questo vizio, ma bisogna saperlo scrivere con proposito.
La componente autobiografica nel personaggio di Alice, scrittrice trentenne irlandese esattamente come Rooney, è evidente. Le riflessioni sul mondo letterario contemporaneo sono state interessanti, e la domanda di fondo sulla possibilità di fare letteratura in un mondo come il nostro è valida e realistica.
La componente sul discorso sulla salute mentale è un po' un buco nell'acqua, affronta in superfice un argomento sin troppo delicato, mancando l'opportunità di approfondimento.
La storia d'amore tra Eileen e Simon mi ha lasciata dubbiosa. Non comprendo il tratto in entrambe le protagoniste di completa sottomissione ai rispettivi partner, dove viene non solo esplicitato, ma addirittura elogiato il bisogno femminile di approvazione maschile. Entrambe si lasciano trattare malamente, e si autocelebrano per questo. Eileen ha un'evoluzione narrata dall'infanzia di una personalità ferita, e anzi che accompagnare il personaggio verso un risolvimento personale, Rooney decide di mantenerla statica nella sua sottomissione a Simon, elogiato come uomo perfetto nella sua cristianità.
Credo sia fondamentale ricordaci che la letteratura è tutta, al suo nucleo, un simbolo, un messaggio. Una scrittrice con una target audience di giovani ragazze, dovrebbe ricordarlo ancor di più e non dimenticare che i suoi personaggi non restano suoi, vengono assorbiti dalle personalità delle sue lettrici.
Il confine tra la rappresentazione di una fetta di società, la rappresentazione delle convinzioni malate che le donne si ritrovano a dover combattere e la sua normalizzazione è sottile.
Per oggi è tutto, alla prossima! Se avete suggerimenti per altre recensioni sentitevi liberi di commentare xx
I think you'd like this story: "The dilemma of Howard land Beach" by Nyabinghi22 on Wattpad https://www.wattpad.com/story/391947544?utm_source=android&utm_medium=com.tumblr&utm_content=story_info&wp_page=story_details_button&wp_uname=Nyabinghi22
if it's good enough for you, then it deserves to be made. don't let anyone else decide if your story is worth it or not.
Me: I'm going to finish that book today.
My non-book friend: It's six hundred pages and you just bought it.
"You either die a hero, or you live long enough to see yourself become the villain"
This is the most heartbreaking quote of all time and I fucking love it!
BTW i see these posts all the time like "ohhh i dont know what to comment on fics.." and every response is "keysmashes! or hearts!! anything works :3" and thats GREAT!! thats helpful!!
but: consider. if u genuinely like analyzing writing.. do u know ur just allowed to go through and quote your favorite parts and ramble abt what they mean to u and the author will LOSE IT WITH HYPE?
genuinely. i felt SO WEIRD the first time i did it.. but like. holy shit authors love it. its crack for authors. the first time i did it, it was on a fic that hadnt updated in half a year, give or take, and the author made 3 updates that month BECAUSE OF MY COMMENT.
LIKE. as an author every comment is INCREDIBLE!!! but also, dont feel like your comment has to be short or otherwise ur invasive or smth!! authors ADORE long comments more than ANYTHING.
Imagine if you were forced to go to the funerals of every character you killed and you could see their ghost there. All the wasted years that could've come, all in front of you ripped to shreds by your own hand.
'I walked into the hall. I didn't want to come here nor did I want to stay but I couldn't leave. I was here for him. He died because of me.
His mother stood on the podium giving a speech in her eloquent way that I had made her to be but I could see the life leeched from her eyes. Yet she went on and on about what a great person her son was because she knew that these funerals were for the living.
"Was I not enough," he asked from behind me. His eyes had become hollow to match his heart. His skin was gray and ghoulish and blood poured down from where I stabbed him.
"What did I ever do wrong," tears swept down his cheeks. He had cried when he was alive and then he cried at his own funeral.
I did that to him. Sitting in the pew of a death that I brought of a life that I started. I couldn't stop the tears that flowed out, blinding me in blur of pain and the sound of my own sobbing.
I think I caught the eyes of some of the people there because I was crying like I knew him personally. Truth was no one knew him that well except for two people and one of them was me.
As for the other person...he hadn't even showed up.
I may have attended a funeral so similar that it felt like a fever dream, a funeral of a person I killed. A person I brought misery and nothing more. It never hurt any less.
I'd taken him too soon with too much pain that he didn't deserve.
Will the hollow ache of his soul ever heal?
Will he ever find peace?
I'm afraid to continue his story for the fear that I will only bring more pain.'
First post!
I don't know what people do for their first posts on here so I'll just say some things about myself:
I'm 20 years old
I am currently in Uni studying Theology.
I like reading (primarily fiction) and have been writing for fun since I was about 13 or 14.
I don't think anything I've written is really publish-worthy so this is just a way to maybe get some feed back on things I have written, or just share for the sake of sharing (IDK).
I don't really know if this will reach anyone and I kind of feel like I'm talking to no one but that's fine. Anyway, I hope to be more active on this app than I have been and actually post something at some point.
Bored? Want to read? Want to support people trying to get published?
I have the solution! I finished my second book, and I love it, but literary agents and publishers don't. I'm sure there are lots of people out there with the same problem. So we should share our stories to anyone who wants to read them and offer feedback! If you, like me, have a story you want to share, share a summary and link in the comments, and for people who want to read and share advice, go in the comments and read! Anyone want to try this? I want to read some stories! I will read any shared! This is your chance!
If I..
If I don't talk
don't wait for my response.
If I don't come
don't call me..
If you think, I am moving alone
Than don't join me.
If you feel I am not the same. than Yes, I am updated leaving all my boundaries behind
If I am not here
Don't wait , you have a long path to cover.
The sky starts turning dark
The shadow got long and hard.
A street light on the road having a pleasant walk alone.
Some voices can be heard
Some crackers can be seen,
Glorifying the dusk.
The sound of maracas
Spreading enthusion in a lonely Zone
I can see souls dancing
Grieving out of pain with a smiling face
Standing there, as if time stops
Watching the celebration of a new begining .
Of many lives coming out of an individual
Is this what, I am seeing is practical,
Or it is just an delusion which complete my incomplete part.
The magic in the air felt to be true.
It was spreading along me .
My mind becomes still.
Collecting my disperse part with guilt, and
recognizing what is mine which can give me a ray to shine.
In this lonely place
I can find people like me
We came here to find ourselve
Going back with a rebirth of life.
Heyo!!!
Just wanted to hop on here real quick to say thank you to all of you who have been supporting my writing! It means the world to me especially since I'm so inexperienced. There are so many lovely creators on this app that I aspire to write similarly to! It's crazy to me how I started reading fanfiction back in 2014 and have now gathered the confidence to write my own, post it online and get all this amazing feedback!
I also wanted to say that requests are open! If there's someone you would like fanfiction of that you're unsure if I write for, please send the request anyways!!! It keeps it fun and interesting for me to learn about characters that I don't know all too well and to write them into a story.
And again, because I'm not sure if it was entirely clear, I want everyone to know that this is a safe space. For everyone. Regardless of sexual orientation, race, identity, everyone is welcome. I don't want anyone to feel judged!
Again, thank you for all of the support and I mean that from the bottom of my heart. I'm excited to grow both as a writer and a person.
May all your shrimps be panko 💛🦐
This imaginary dream,
it remains a sacrosanct to me. Unassailable yet, unbearable.
However please, do not awake me.
Do not save me.
Let me die in my dream, Let me be buried in it.
For strangers will soon admire the blossoming roses besides my tombstone and in the end it would have meant something to even just dream.
https://www.youtube.com/@lifepath25/videos
Be calm, why the anger ?
Be understanding, why feel out of place ?
Your legs crumbling, no need to tremble.
Your eyes stuck no need to grieve,
the marriage delays, the job decays, the failures unwanted.
all have to come since days are born to come and go and to a larger extent nothing can be done about what they bring or what they bid goodbye with
You have hidden long enough, isn’t time to spill yourself ? Maybe to showcase the little you think you have. It might be huge. It might catch you by surprise. It might conquer us all.
Myself is crippling me, myself is a critic that always it has to find a negative thing to say about me. Myself is fear and the purpose of me has always been to overcome it.
art by @kmcvisuals
Extremists live melancholy lives, they are always at the edges. Their hands suffocate, bruises, blood, scars. They are always pulling the rope to their end forgetting that the world stands on a balance. They fascinate themselves with things and that’s prison in itself.
Art by @kmcvisuals
Permanent Holes.
Mirrors lie, outlining shapes that mean nothing.
Mirrors horrify, penetrating into brains and forming unrealistic images.
Mirrors, they influence us into beings that burden us to be and after the energies put into the transformation
a deeper hole is drilled in us instead realizing that it needs not a mirror to clearly see our portraits leaving us as nothings and as people of no belonging.
@lifepath25