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i dont remember the last time I saw trans representation in Indian media but this ad just made me feel so blessed

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“dying is not a finale” - Jensen Ross Ackles, 2018 JIBCON 9

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bitches be like Ooh it’s November First I’m gonna write a whole fucking novel this month despite having lost control over every other aspect of my life. it’s me. i’m bitches. 

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Selina & Bruce by Romy Jones

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I did a google search and it said that you invented death??? is this true?

It is true. 

Long ago, people lived forever, and when they were done with everything they had wanted to do, they would take a bus to Bognor Regis, on the English south coast, and sleep in small seaside bed and breakfast hotels. They would spend the days walking along the seafront, possibly crunching along the shingle. Hundreds of them to begin with, but eventually millions, and then millions of millions. Needless to say, Bognor Regis became uncomfortably crowded, and there was nowhere to buy an ice cream or even a postcard. All of the Bed and Breakfasts had “No Vacancies” signs up. 

I was only a boy, but I could see that this was untenable. “What if,” I suggested, “We make it so that instead of going to Bognor by bus, people who have finished just stop existing, and rot down. And what if we make it so it’s always been like this?”

“You are seven years old,” they said to me. “It will be many years before you take the bus to Bognor. Why do you let this bother you?”

“Because this is not tenable,” I told them. It was a big word I was proud of knowing and I used it whenever I could. “By that time the town will be so full that I will have to sleep on the pebbled beach at night, or even in the road. It will not be a good thing.”

I showed them my drawings, which included suggestions for how death would work, and stressed that for it to be successful it would also need to apply to everything else as well. Not just people.

“Even cats?” they asked.

“Even cats,” I told them.

“The cats won’t like that,” they said. But the cats thought it was going to be great, and explained to us that they had plans for the mice and the birds under the proposed system, and my invention caught on. These days almost nobody remembers what it was like before.

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Also, there’s a character called Death in SANDMAN. I made her up, and Mike Dringenberg made up the way that she looks.

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A philosopher once asked: Are we human because we gaze at the stars, or do we gaze at them because we are human? Pointless, really. Do the stars gaze back? Now, that’s a question.

STARDUST (2007) (dir. Matthew Vaughn)

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Hello, as many writers are, when you were young did people tell you not to quit your day job? Or discourage you in similar ways?

Writing was my job. My dad wanted me to get a real job, and talked me into agreeing to go to a job interview as someone who showed prospective customers show houses. (”You’ll have plenty of time to write between people,” he said cheerfully.) 

I took a very long bus trip across North London, and sat in an outer office for a few hours, and then, about 6:15 pm, the secretary apologised to me as they hadn’t yet managed to see me. I took a very long bus journey home, and that was the end of my Day Job.

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How do we get through these dark times?

One day at a time. Sometimes a minute at a time.

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Today, Dean Winchester hands over the Impala to Jensen Ackles and if that doesn’t make me emo

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- it’s been a good home

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I just want to say that out of all the writers who deserve to be in Writer’s Hell, you sir, are not one of them. Anyways. If you do end up there, please saunter vaguely downwards.

David Tennant and Michael Sheen at the BAFTA 2020 presenting the award for Best Mini Serie. They did it Staged style 😍

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Aragorn + green

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B L A C K Beach Iceland by:

© Tanzir Uzzaman

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Hello sir! I believe the song A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square predates Good Omens, so I was wondering if the idea of ‘Angels dining at the Ritz’ came from that song, or if you thought of it independently and then used the song in the show when you realized it had that line? Thanks for your time!

It predates Good Omens the book by almost 50 years, yes. I think the line was my idea and Terry wrote it although I could well be wrong about either of those two things. When we wrote the book I think we were just thinking about that "angels dining at the Ritz" line of the song. As I was writing the scripts for the tv series I thought more and more about the lyrics to the whole thing, and how appropriate they were, and what a good place it would be to finish, with the whole song being sung.

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NEIL GAIMAN EVERYONE

Hi, Neil. I've written a novel, and in the process of doing so discovered that the story I wanted to tell is slightly left & sideways of the one I wrote. The 2nd draft is looking like a completely new story. It feels like I'm starting over. But I also don't think I could have written this second one without having written the first one. It took me 100K just to get to know my characters, story, & setting. This feels wrong. Like a lot of work. Like I messed up somewhere. Any suggestions or advice?

Write your book and don't worry. You are learning your craft. You aren't doing anything wrong.

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Hi, I read that you've dealt with with impostor syndrome in the past, and I'm really struggling with that right now. I'm in a good place and my friends are going through a lot, and I'm struggling to justify my success to myself when such amazing people are unhappy. I was wondering if you have any tips to feel less like this and maybe be kinder to myself, but without hurting anyone around me. It's a big ask, I know, but any help would make my life a lot less stressful

The best help I can offer is to point you to Amy Cuddy’s book, Presence. She talks about Imposter Syndrome (and interviews me in it) and offers helpful insight.

The second best help might be in the form of an anecdote. Some years ago, I was lucky enough invited to a gathering of great and good people: artists and scientists, writers and discoverers of things. And I felt that at any moment they would realise that I didn’t qualify to be there, among these people who had really done things.

On my second or third night there, I was standing at the back of the hall, while a musical entertainment happened, and I started talking to a very nice, polite, elderly gentleman about several things, including our shared first name. And then he pointed to the hall of people, and said words to the effect of, “I just look at all these people, and I think, what the heck am I doing here? They’ve made amazing things. I just went where I was sent.”

And I said, “Yes. But you were the first man on the moon. I think that counts for something.”

And I felt a bit better. Because if Neil Armstrong felt like an imposter, maybe everyone did. Maybe there weren’t any grown-ups, only people who had worked hard and also got lucky and were slightly out of their depth, all of us doing the best job we could, which is all we can really hope for.

(There’s a wonderful photograph of the Three Neils even if one of us was a Neal at http://journal.neilgaiman.com/2012/08/neil-armstrong.html)