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STOP BEING SELF CONSCIOUS ABOUT YOUR CREATIONS STOP SECOND GUESSING WHAT YOU REALLY WANNA DO STOP DEBATING IT'S WORTH. LET YOUR ART SERVE YOU INSTEAD OF THE OTHER WAY AROUND

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@shinynewmemories these tags need to be seen.

Kindness is hard work. But it can change lives and remind people why we even bother fighting.

Kindness is a sacrifice. Choosing to go out of your way to help people who scorn you, choosing to love instead of ignore, and choosing to resist the every person for themselves mentality is brave.

Kindness easily goes unnoticed. Its often mistaken as weakness or stupidity to help those who could hurt you and respect people weaker than yourself when it's hard enough surviving alone. Giving others food when it invites others to hurt you (literally in the case of giving Katniss bread) isn't convenient. But it's brave. It's selfless and stupid and powerful to look out for others.

Kindness unites people. It can turn foe to friend and competitor to ally. In games where everything is at stake, choosing kindness can change everything. In giving up his privilege, sharing what little he had at a cost to himself simply because Peeta has genuine compassion for people and refuses to give up that compassion, he changed the world.

Katniss fights and sacrifices for people she loves. Her refusal to give up on protecting them inspires people to keep going when it looks like there is no hope.

Peeta loves because it is the best way he knows to fight the lack around and inside of him. He was never the best fighter, only the second. He was never loved by the people in his home, so he turned to the only thing that felt worth it and built his life on small steps of kindness, love, and joy. His love for people and refusal to stop choosing kindness even in a game of death, reminds others that's its worth helping those around you and loving your community.

Together, with Katniss's refusal to give up, and his refusal to play by the rules that divide humans into competitors, they could keep a fire alive long enough to do damage. Rage can spark rebellion, but many things can and they had a lot of dry kindling for this one. But you need to keep the fire burning if you want to actually cook anything. And sometimes it takes more than just a spark to burn away any snow dampening your cookfire. If you excuse my overreach with this metaphor.

So yeah, as op said, compassion is rebellious. And a love of people deep enough to act on that compassion is powerful.

Katniss: I have chosen Gale and the Rebellion.

Peeta: *suggests that they shouldn't quell the rebellion, breaks the law to offer Rue's and Thresh's families money, uses his velvet tongue to enrapture the Capitol people, lies about Katniss being pregnant in an attempt to stop the Quarter Quell, refuses to fight for his own life in either of his two Games*

girl Peeta's continued existence is an act of rebellion!!!!! he's rebelled against oppression since y'all were 11 years old and he tossed you that bread! his compassion is more rebellious than Gale's fury ever was.

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Well put. (Source: Writing About Writing Facebook page)

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Happy STS! assuming your OCs have been invited/broken in to a super fancy party - what are they wearing, what are they there for, are they having a good time or have they been dragged in protesting?

Hi! So, yes.

I'm going with invited, but also looking for information or a meeting of sorts someone else at the event has. (I heard super fancy and went straight to formal gala/ball in the high society part of my world) So they were invited, or rather Tess was invited and bring Ethan to keep an eye on him, AND they get to steal information. A legitimate reason and a heist of sorts, because why not both?

Tess, the girl who's childhood best friend is her country's crown princess, is obviously well dressed. She's been dressing for elegance and to effortlessly fit in at these events all her life. She wears something blue, long, and elegant yet not overstated, pherhaps with a slight shimmer for flair. If we are going evening wear think something similar to the blue dress Anastasia wears in the Disney movie.

Ethan has never been to one of these things before, having grown up working and making sacrifices to keep food on the table and his sister safe, so he will be uncomfortable. High society events where everyone flaunts their success and status are foreign to him. He'd wear a borrowed navy suit to match Tess as her guest. Tess will have made sure it fits well though. She'd have told him what to expect beforehand as well, and he will be staying close to her throughout the night. They make a nice looking pair.

An added bonus, Tess will finally have a date to one of these balls who is tall enough for her to wear heels and not be the same height as or taller than him. Not that it really matters, but given how important appearances are to this class of people Tess will be pleased.

For the second part of your question, Tess will simply fall back into old patterns and probably enjoy herself less than she appears to. It's work for her. But having Ethan along will make it different. So that should help her have fun, even if she worries about him accidentally slipping up and drawing too much attention.

Ethan was curious to start with, and will be uncomfortable at various points throughout the night. I'd say he relaxes and enjoys himself a little more towards the end. Once Tess has accomplished her rounds and let's them chill on the edges, or hang out with Marian, Mark and Keith he'll like those moments. But I don't think he'd want to do it all again right away.

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cats being capable of understanding accidents and even giving you a little head bonk to let you know you're still cool makes it infinitely funnier that they don't understand when you're trying to help them

cats when you step on their tail: i'll admit that was rather ouchie, but given the lifetime of goodwill and trust between us, one must conclude this booboo is but a fluke.

cats when you try to get their claws unstuck from the couch covering: this nefarious bitch has never had a single honorable intention in their dishonest and shameful life, this must be one of their sinister plots or perhaps even an attempt on my life,

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“Fyp” we don’t do that here. I mean, Tumblr the app and website tries, but we don't do that here.

“But then how will anyone see it?” peer review.

“How do you get engagement?” by talking and engaging with other people. Or making a devastating typo. Either way.

“But—” Listen, you’re not doing solo stand up anymore. This is a group improv class being held in a SAW dungeon. Good luck.

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writing? oh, i’m definitely writing. in my head. during the most inconvenient times. like in the shower or when i’m about to fall asleep. actual typing? no, no, we don’t do that here.

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For anyone and everyone who needs to hear this ( including my own pessimistic little self):

If you're surrounded by amazing, talented people who are filled with creativity and the skill to pursue their passions, or if you're in a place (literal or metaphorical) where creativity is not appreciated unless it is a 'masterpiece', and if that makes you feel like you're not meant for artistic endeavours because you'll "never be good enough", STOP IT! You are just as capable of creating something as anyone else. Everyone is unique in their own ways, including their form of expression.

Like personally, I am a science student, and all my life I've felt like I'm not meant for creative writing, because writing requires imagination, not analyses and technicalities and theories upon theories of life's intricacies. I know people who are amazing at visual and performing arts, while I can't act or draw to save my life. My poems have always followed some sort of rigid rhyme scheme, the humans look like aliens and all I can draw are inanimate objects using geometric tools. I have been told by people who analyse people for a living that arts and I are like oil and water, not a drop of creativity in me. But, none of this should stop me from imagining stories in my head, creating characters with incredibly detailed lives and writing them down. I can analyse the living hell out of my story and it's themes and the world-building and the characters.

Trust me, you can create whatever you want to. But first, build up the courage to put it down in reality, wether it is a 'masterpiece' according to you or not. Draw those little stickmen, write that self-indulgent story or that rant of a poem, sing and dance like nobody's watching. Write in the language you are comfortable with, even if it is not your native language or English or a language that anyone knows, draw abstract or a replica of the Renaissance or even go caveman-style. Maybe we aren't the next Poe or Picasso, but who's stopping us from imagining ourselves as one? In the end, art isn't made for the world, it is your own little creation, your reflection. Don't let the 'great' stop the 'good'.

And if there is a part of you that wants to share this part of your mind, then do it. For the love of this world, share it. You will always find an audience for your work. There will be people whose days brighten when they see you, and look for the little easter eggs in your piece of creation, whether they be on the internet or in life.

Don't be afraid of 'not being right' to pursue the artistic side of your mind. If you want to do something, you are meant for it.

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If you have achieved something, please remember to observe a mandatory period of basking in the warm glow of your achievement like a lizard on a stone, lest you teach your brain that effort is futile, actually, because it didn't get to enjoy its happy chemicals, so, naturally, nothing good ever comes of trying. (And no, avoiding punishment is not a reward!)

I recommend, like, 5% of basking time in relation to whatever time you invested into achieving the thing minimum. And if you can't make your own bask, friend-brought is fine (= tell your friends!).

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Yeah...thats accurate.

Brainstorming at 3 AM: This will be an epic saga of love, betrayal, and redemption.

Drafting the next chapter: Uh...they eat soup, I guess?

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Ethan is 3, but on a good day, when he can, he's a very well hidden 4.

Tess is 1. No further explanation needed except from a note that her mentorship isn't noticed by anyone including herself, or alternatively, if she mentors you you feel passive judgment of Not Knowing.

Marian is 4. And everyone knows it.

Mark is 5 on a bad day and 3 on a good one.

There are 5 types of character

The Coffee/Tea drinker - Sophisticated and has a braincell. These are very often mentors or the parents of the group. Very tired

The Energy Drink - High on energy 24/7 and cannot or will not calm down ever

The FUCK IT WE BALL - Nothing. These characters just wake up and go. I am perplexed by how they function

The Hot Cocoa Drinkers - The sweetest cinnamon rolls you have ever seen in your life. Will cry if yelled at. Most likely has hidden angst.

The Oh good lord - Mixes alcohol with redbull and stares you in the eye while drinking all of it at once. Lost faith in humanity a long time ago. Be afraid

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my partner is only 40 but nestled within him is the soul of an elderly man

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I love writing in the evening when the creativity decides to flow through me with fondness so I may actually sink some roots into the sea, lakes, rivers and rain of creativity that flows with the nightly quiet. It's stiller then, and I can be swept into it without so much conscious, clunky effort.

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When a character is assured enough in their own power that they are completely relaxed in dangerous situations??? When that same character becomes tense and uncomfortable in the mundane because they don't have a framework for peace?????? When they help navigate violence for another character and in return that character helps them navigate softness??????????? That's all, your honour

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Bean got a new box.

I reached out to her for comment.

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“you’re a writer, can you explain your process?” yes. first, i panic. then i procrastinate. then, in a fit of productivity at 3 a.m., i create chaos.