#Rie rambles

[thelunarbar]

One of my biggest issues with this show is how much they push this idea that you HAVE to go to college. Dean went out and got a really respectable and good paying job and Rory bashes on him for it so much. I don’t like Dean but I hate Rory’s perspective on college and the work force. For one thing not everyone has the luxury of going to college and for another not everyone wants to and you can be plenty successful without a college degree.

[stories-by-rie]

me, writing short stories in english: look at this magic and the slightly weird creatures and sparkly stuff aah shiny :3

me, writing short stories in german: everything is grey and dirty and oh look it's commentary on the mundane

[wingsofbadass]

My department at uni (middle eastern studies) is fairly small, so we actually have a WhatsApp chat for everyone and it's fucking WILD in there

Last week someone shared the info for a uni event about the persecution of uygurs ins china and asked if anyone wanted to come along. To this someone replied, "western propaganda, there are other muslims other than uygurs in china who don't have problems like that" ???? which of course sparked a debate.

Yesterday, someone posted that abominable sketch making fun of the campus protests in the USA ("Welcome to Columbia Untisemity") because they found it funny and other people also thought it was funny??? So of course everyone started fighting.

Bruh, this is MIDDLE EASTERN STUDIES. We have actual Palestinians in our department. The brain-deadedness is astounding. I'm about to join the student council of the department just so I can tell people to stfu with authority.

[a-whispering-echo]

Mhhh ideas...

[thelunarbar]

The quintessence of life.

This movie is so good. I love that it tells you that adventures and romance and living out your dreams can all happen even in your forties. That you don’t have to do everything in your twenties or even in your thirties. I love how real Walter and Cheryl feel. I love that it pushes the idea that the mundane, the average, the ordinary are a vital part of life. They are the quintessence of life. They are beautiful and important parts of life and just because you can’t see how what you’re doing effects things doesn’t mean you aren’t. You are important. Your are necessary. Anyone who ever said that mundane or average or ordinary are bad things is horribly wrong. And just because you lead a mundane, average, ordinary life doesn’t mean you can’t go on adventures and do incredible things. And you’re never too old for adventure, for romance, for new beginnings.

I love that in Sean O’Connell’s opinion Walter Mitty sitting by the fountain looking negatives with his funny little magnifying glasses is the quintessence of life.

I love that Walter asks Cheryl on a date to see his sister perform in Grease in a church basement. I love that she says yes. And I love the moment in the mountains when Sean tells Walter that sometimes if the moment is perfect for him personally that he doesn’t take the picture. That moment is so poignant to me. Live in the present instead of worrying about having fragments to look back at and pretend you were present for that moment when really you were distracted by the camera.

The Secret Life of Walter Mitty (2013) dir. Ben Stiller

[okthatsgreat]

had a great conversation today about danganronpa ultimates and the idea that so many of those ultimate talents come with a massive time limit, but this ESPECIALLY applies to sayaka maizono. her entire life is dedicated to being a pop idol to the point she considers her band her family and will go to extreme lengths for them. being a pop idol has quite literally defined her persona and personality for years as a means to survive in that industry. but as a pop idol she only has years left of relevancy because as much as she might fight against it she will eventually grow up and out of the typical age range for idols. best case scenario she becomes a mildly relevant independent singer who still struggles against the pressure of the industry but with far less reward, worst case scenario she is removed from the public eye entirely. and THEN what? hopes peak academy as a replacement for a typical high school experience can be quite terrifying at times just because it focuses in on ONE talent. YOUR talent. but what if your talent comes with an expiration date? what do you do then?? it's not as if you've been prepared for any other career path. you're stuck there

anyways, i just think the idea of a time limit on ultimate talents is both fascinating and pretty devastating. it really emphasises sayakas personal fears as well, considering how little time she has in the spotlight and her desperation to maintain her idol personality, but it also provides a pretty awesome look into a few other ultimate talents as well. athletes (swimmer, gymnast, baseball star, dancer etc) have got time limits ESPECIALLY if they injure themselves, ultimate fashionistas will eventually age. just interesting to think on

[blood-mocha-latte]

sorry if I'm being greedy since you just posted a snippet and you can ignore this if that's the case but 100k of Demacon I absolutely can't wait. Omg that's so exciting. May I please have a crumb of plot??? Do they try to make things work after the war????

hi!! no worries, you’re very very sweet lol. i’ve been working on this since the day ep4 of mota aired LMAO, so this fic has taken all sorts of twists and turns into insanity and then back out again and then gotten longer and shorter etc etc.

i’d say for a Crumb of plot the best i can explain is that it’s demarco pov, named for a jeff buckley song, and a fic that i wanted to look at from a perspective of working against All Odds to accomplish something that seems impossible. it runs from 8 october 1943 to 27 june 1950, and main events include them meeting, angry slow burn, alabama summers, and the slow and dragging dread of Someone Finding Out lol

i’ve gotten some questions about a mailing/tag list, so i’m putting it out officially: if you’d like to be tagged when it’s posted (we’re looking at january right now though that may be pushed to earlier) interact with this post in any way, shape, or form <3

finally, all other posts about this fic can be found under the tag lilac wine on my blog/under the cut in my nav if you’d like to check it out <3

complementary snippet?

[anzuhan]

[thelunarbar]

Teen Wolf ep two let’s talk about it;

I lowkey love the music in this show

Scott freaking bc Allison’s dad shot him with a cross bow 😂

Derek acts like such a creep just standing on the edge of the lacrosse field like dude stop being weird and wait till Scott’s not in school if you must talk to him, don’t be stalking him where people can see you jeez

The kissing in this show is so cringey and disgustingly loud wtf

Ok ngl you do have to feel bad for Derek that after he finally managed to bury Laura Scott and stiles dig her up. Have some respect for the dead guys damn

I love stiles interacting with his dad.

“That depends on how you define lying.”

“I define it as not telling the truth, how do you define it?”

“Reclining your body in a horizontal position. . .?” 😭😂

More stalking, what is up with these guys???

And then Chris hits Scott with his car love it 👏

What teenager gets that flirty with their bf in front of their dad talk about awkward damn

Stiles cares so much.

And Scott disregards him allllllllllll the time

I think normal went out the window when you got bit by a werewolf there Scotty boy

Why lacrosse??? I would love this show ten times more if it was baseball. I am soooooooooo glad it’s not football tho that’d be worse fs

Jackson’s hair is so bad but very realistic. Scott’s is bad too, and stiles. All poor choices on somebody’s part.

We love a supportive father 🙌 love sheriff stilinski

I love that they stay convinced that Derek murdered Laura for so long. Like what possible motive would he have for that??? Cmon stiles you’re a better detective than that

And then we have Derek being creepy again as the ep ends love it

[stories-by-rie]

there are false friends that make you go "eh okay" and there are false friends that haunt you every time you open your mouth to speak

[stories-by-rie]

whether i pants or plan depends a lot on the project. some ideas present themselves in full costume, shiny and sparkly and not so rarely with a cherry on top. others suddenly stand before me and when i ask who they are, they just go "uh, so imagine this one hyper specific scene that needs at LEAST 30k words of build-up and..."

the latter is usually the pantsy one.

when i pants, it often have a handful of scenes i know i want to be in the project, but without a clue how to get anywhere, who the characters are etc. so i just start writing. while writing, i often get some more ideas, the more i get to know the world, the charcters, the magic and so on, and those ideas i write down. so the more is written, the more the project starts to shift from "i have no idea where to end" to "with what i have, there is only this one option left for how it will end and only this one way how to get there"

i take basic notes like:

character descriptions

world building i just went with but later realized that it needs to be different

ideas for scenes i randomly get while writing

reasons for scenes!!! when i write x scene, i sometimes write down why it exists, what it should achieve or if it is foreshadowing/call-back, whatever. so i don't forget and edit it out while editing

vibes & aesthetics, themes, many of the things one might want to do beforehand if one wanted to plan instead of pants

then, for editing, i...

revise the first draft and look at its structure. if needed, i make notes to give it a better structure. post-draft outlining basically

make notes of all the things i need to rewrite/change up, because with pantsing, there are often quite big irregularities for me

look at the notes i made and check which ones are useful for editing

and then the most important part: i completely rewrite. even if i don't think that i need to do a lot of editing, it just works best for me when i rewrite and am forced to consider each sentence again. but as with all of the above points, this might just be a me-thing

but the process is often very individual depending on each project and many of these points also apply for projects that i planned beforehand. to me, pantsing is just very adventurous, very detailed planning anyway, so. but yeah!

I’m curious. Pantsers— writers who go into a draft without an outline— what does your drafting and editing process look like? What are your best tips and tricks?

[wingsofbadass]

Why is every fic I write the most difficult thing I've ever done?

[calibabii21]

Rie.

mans has tew strong a hold on me???

so many thoughts. so many scenarios. fantasies.

the way he executes every choreography- I shudder every. time.

I'm sorry- did you see how he dusted his shoulder??? the intention?? his expression??????

down. bad.

[prezaki]

Rie Tanaka talking about her performance as Lacus is so funny, she's really just like "Lacus is a fucking freak of nature and I had an incredibly difficult time, please help me"

[the-orangeauthor]

🖊️

I’m in a fluffy mood and since I traumatised you with that one scene from TAP a few weeks ago with the firefly’s you get all the fluff!!

So Kyda often likes to lay her head in Ibhan’s lap whilst he’s reading or journaling and usually she bugs him for attention. but one day, on a natural hair day,she just lays down and falls asleep in his lap. And Ibhan, love struck fool that he is, kind of idly just decorates her Afro with flowers, making a little flower crown for her! I like this scene a lot so I’m actually gonna write it for you:

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Ibhans POV

It was barely half an hour before she came looking for me, and she sat besides me under the cover of the large oak tree.

“Hi,” she said, followed by a yawn and a stretch.

“Early day?”

“With too much work,” she sighed, rolling back her shoulders. I lifted my journal out of my, stretching out my legs. She took the invitation and twisted around, resting her head in my lap. She pulled on the belt tied around my waist, my robe falling open. She twisted the dark fabric between her fingers, knitting and unknotting it as she relaxed.

I settled back against the tree trunk, continuing the drawing I was working on before she interrupted me. A collection of different wild flowers that grew on the edge of the field rested on one page whilst I sketched them on another, adding little descriptions of colour and scent. One in particular, a small yellow flower that looked like a miniature bluebell, had a tantalising yet unplaceable smell. At times like this, Kydas keen nose was excellent help, but when I shut my journal to present her with the flower, I saw her eyes had fluttered shut. Her mouth was slightly ajar as her chest rose and fell with steady deep breaths, the belt still loosely twisted between her fingers.

I trailed a finger along the curve of her jaw and back up around the shell of her ear, letting the little flower take place there. The sight of the yellow bud between her dark skin and darker hair was fitting, and I took up the rest of the flowers I had collected. Gently, so as not to disturb her, I placed the flowers throughout her hair. More little blossoms, Sundrops they were called, and these little vines with strings of round pink blossoms like pearls. Then a few larger blue flowers that opened flat like daisys but with a white speckled centre. Finally, a few small poppys, their deep red striking against the other brighter colours.

Satisfied with my work I picked up my journal again and flipped to a fresh page. Moving the journal side to side, I slowly sketched the familiar planes of her face onto the page, shading in the contours of her cheekbones and broad bridge of her nose, and the fullness of her two toned lips. It was at her lips that I stopped and gently rested my hand on her face again, thumb tracing along her lower lip. She shifted slightly and I froze, slowly retracting my hand. I went back to the drawing and added in the flowers in her hair. Satisfied I closed the notebook with a satisfied snap and hissed as Kyda immediately sat up, bumping the journal up into my own nose.

“Shit,” I groaned, putting the book aside.

“Oh my God, I’m so sorry, let me see,” she said taking my face in her hand, her fingers splayed across the back of my neck, thumbs against my jaw as she turned my face. “You’re okay,” she said after a moment, “just a little red,” she grinned.

“Wolf,” I said through gritted teeth and she laughed. She touched a hand to her head as a vine slipped into view, shooting me a questioning look.

“Did you put these there?” She asked and the red on my face deepened. I would be one with my robe in a few moments more.

“I just thought it would look nice,” I said lamely and her smile returned.

“Thank you for the flowers, Ibhan,” she said softly, as she leaned up and pressed her lips gently to mine.

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[monstrousorchids]

i'm new here. has ao3 always been like this? i'm so used to simple non-spoiler tags and they draw me in to stories more. what do you mean this is a 90k word angsty fic with main character deaths but has a happy ending?? i dont wanna know that!! *covers eyes* i did not see that, i'm rewiring my brain so that i never saw that. la la la la la la la