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My brain was exactly where yours is now, in like … summer of 2019 (Jesus Christ have I been doing almost exclusively ZADR stuff for 5 years now???). But then someone had a whole write up of how similar Zim and Dib are (they’re both the ‘family’ black sheep/fuck-ups, trying to make the people above them (who don’t care about them at all) proud/give them recognition*).
I’ve always figured that a few things happen before they end up romantically involved:
- Zim realizes his mission is a joke. He’s essentially left on earth with no purpose outside of continuing to just do the Human Life Milestone things
- Zim and Dib continue competing/butting heads, but they eventually get tired of fighting, while also realizing the other person is uniquely able to understand them.
- Fighting eventually transitions into willingly spending more time together. Zim realizes that spending more time with Dib eliminates the only actual threat to keeping his identity secret.
Maybe it’s just my weird experiences being a panromantic ace, but I will inevitably end up with crushes on my close friends. So I feel like, especially in a situation where Zim and Dib don’t end up with any larger friend groups, they’re going to be reliant on each other for most things, spending time mostly alone with each other … and it just kinda follows that feelings develop.
BARE MINIMUM they’re going to end up super enmeshed and codependent. Which is not the foundation for a HEALTHY relationship but like … I don’t think most people shipping ZADR view it as healthy. I love writing ways in which their messy, unhealthy, dysfunctional dynamic slowly becomes healthier as they start to actually work through all their shit.
Basically, most ZaDR shippers are looking at these two and going, “God they’d have the most dysfunctional relationship (and that’s interesting as fuck).” *goes back to listening to Turn and Lemon to a Knife Fight by The Wombats on repeat*
*That was a terrible sentence. Sorry. Today has melted my brain.
Honestly fuck this I might actually have to get help from yall because ZADR FEELS SO IMPOSSIBLE I CANT WRAP MY HEAD AROUND IT. Like the closest they can get there is being somewhat mutual with each other like they’re friends but they’re still eating each others faces off when something comes up (ultra competitive dynamic)
But like this is the only outcome I can think of if something even close would happen
I hope u like this little comic btw
#ZaDR#write ups#it’s kinda unfortunate#that my fic where I’m exploring this the most#is also like#the MOST fringe AND the LEAST sfw#I gotta quit doing that
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Somedays, it’s easy to be full of energy. It’s easy to leave your sheets, brush your teeth, pick out an outfit, call your mother. You’d switch your laptop on, open a document for school or work, and boom, time dilutes and dissolves. Hours go by and even if you did not get too much done, you know you tried.
But what about the days when it doesn’t happen? What about when you cancel plans with a friend to check out that cafe they were interested in just because you’re bone tired? You didn’t do much physically, you just are.
And how do you explain that to your friend?
What about the days you mindlessly scroll down your social media even when the lines on your forehead spell out deadlines? How do you feel?
Personally, I am consumed by guilt on such days. Feelings of being insufficient, of “wasting away” my days settle in my gut and refuse to leave. I’d like to know if you feel that way too.
If you do, you’re not alone. We always talk about our accolades, the merit we made for ourselves, the hilltop we conquered, the fort we acquired. Let’s talk a bit about the steps we missed, the peaks we couldn’t see, the time we let slip from in between our fingers, just because it could slip. Just because we wouldn’t stop it. Just because it wouldn’t stop for us either.
Pause with me for a bit. Fill up your lungs with a long breath that I know you haven’t taken in a while. Listen to me.
You are worthy, even if all you did today was get out of bed.
#mental health#writing#writers#writers block#mental health awareness#self worth#writers on tumblr#writers and poets#poetry#prose#writer#my writing#writeblr#writerblr#writing community#write ups#creative writing#writerslife#writerscommunity#writer academia#book writing#writers of tumblr#writblr#writerscorner
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If we're talking modern verses, Urbosa is a Playgirl millionaire philanthropist who is desperately trying to donate money faster than her trust fund can spend it who definitely isn't pulling some strings in government, why would you ask?
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Then I gathered all of my tear-filled words and poured them to settle on the paper.It was listened with patience,welcomed with a warm embrace and crowned as poetry.
My words find their voice at night As a silent flood of tears. Some words cry out for being taken for granted, Their value gets unnoticed,their worth unspoken Some words weep for being unappreciated Despite tireless efforts and endless devotion. Some words mourn for being misunderstood, Their intent gets twisted,their meaning gets lost. Some words lament for being blamed brutally Their innocence gets stained,their soul gets fractured. Some words cry out for being ignored, Their presence is unfelt,their voice unheard. Some words sob for being unloved, Their heart gets broken,their spirit gets bruised. Some words simply cry to breathe, To break free from the weight of untold pain. Then I gathered all of my tear-filled words and poured them to settle on the paper.It was listened with patience,welcomed with a warm embrace and crowned as poetry.
© Paintings : Im Gebet, signiert, datiert F. Schurig & Mary Magdalene as a hermit by Francesco Hayez
#poetry#words#dark acadamia aesthetic#literature#dark academia#heartbreak#heartbreak poetry#painful#poets on tumblr#writers on tumblr#sad poem#write ups#turning pain into poetry#poem#existential crisis
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Death poets society
A series of mine. A series to an empty audience. Where instead of the applause of the audience, i will be returned the applause of the silence. I will perform to empty seats except this time. I'm not exactly performing. I'm just embracing myself.
The 'performance' I'm talking about here is writing. I will write write-ups, atleast once a week. Maybe five times. Maybe twice. Who knows how many times. Write-ups about anything and everything. And this account with little to no audience will be my stage. I hate the audience.
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And even God Herself has fewer plans than me
got written up at work for leaving early without permission (knowing damn well what I was doing) anyway during my write up I let it drop (to my manager *someone I actually like to work with*) that the 11th will be the start of my last 2 weeks.. jesus christ its all so quick and scary... whata world
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i'm so glad goncharov happened when it did, right before prolific public use of AI. that was pure honest gaslighting straight from the heart. real human whimsicality and trickery thru blood sweat and tears. we were a family. and we all gonched, together. you cant replicate that with any machine.
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speculative fiction writers i am going to give you a really urgent piece of advice: don't say numbers. don't give your readers any numbers. how heavy is the sword? lots. how old is that city? plenty. how big is the fort? massive. how fast is the spaceship? not very, it's secondhand.
the minute you say a number your readers can check your math and you cannot do math better than your most autistic critic. i guarantee. don't let your readers do any math. when did something happen? awhile ago. how many bullets can that gun fire? trick question, it shoots lasers, and it shoots em HARD.
you are lying to people for fun. if you let them do math at you the lie collapses and it's no fun anymore.
#there are things that are true mathematically#and things that are true because the guy writing the book says so#you do not want to mix up these truths
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Spent a ridiculous amount of time last night obsessively editing my hand written zines in Photoshop to take away any tiny blemishes so they were definitely readable.
Whatever. Understand or don't.
#I can't always read hyper-neat cursive. Doctors get away with being worse than me.#I'm allowed to be messy#nariart#1 sheet zine#mini zine#8 page zine#zines#zine#Taking time to write slowly enough to be understood was a special kind of torture in school.#My brain was going 100 km/h and I couldn't keep up and also be legible.#Now I can take my time and take breaks. But I still have that little voice in my head.#narizine#nariwrites
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Y’all want Taylor Swift to be gay so bad but you won’t even write femslash about her
#I was curious so I looked it up 1038 fics on ao3 tagged Taylor Swift and f/f#like I’m not necessarily encouraging people to go out and write rpf#but it’s wild that arguably the biggest musical artist right now who has a huge community speculating about her sexuality has so little fic#like this isn’t a good or bad thing I just think it’s interesting#idk I’m not actually a swiftie like that#like I listen to her music and keep up generally with what she’s doing but I’m not really in the fandom#so there might be something I’m missing
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you still have the bracelet that friend gave you as a fall present all those years ago. its gentle rolling against your skin still reminds you of the belly-clutching, never-ending laughter you shared in sparse classrooms together, how you'd walk everywhere together, how texting each other felt more natural than breathing sometimes, how every second of your day could be shared with them and you wouldn't mind.
you haven't heard their voice in over 2 years now.
so yeah. maybe you can get over the worst of heartbreaks. maybe you can love people and miss them and still let go. maybe choosing yourself isn't so bad. maybe begging for love, clenching your teeth to stop the tears, and digging your nails into your skin out of anger, hurt, pain... really is undeserved.
it's okay. you can sit with it all, feel everything down to the last cell of your body, process it in any way that you can. you can heal. and healing doesn't mean not hurting. it means going on despite it all without pushing anything under the rug.
it means getting up, looking the cause of your pain in the eye, and not letting them have the power they so crave.
it's tough, but you've realized that so are you.
maybe, you'll keep the bracelet as a reminder.
#spilled ink#writing#creative writing#writers block#writers on tumblr#my writing#prose#writers#writblr#literature#writer#poems#poetry#poets#write ups#writerscommunity#writeblr#writers and poets#writers aesthetic#moving on#friendship breakups#letting go#healing#recovery
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Jerry Seinfeld says that you could never do Seinfeld today but one time when I was really high I fell asleep and dreamed a new episode where Jerry came out of the closet as a trans woman and Elaine wanted to be supportive so she gifted Jerry a dress that she didn't really like but when Jerry wore the dress out she got tons of compliments and Elaine gets super pissed about it because she never got any compliments when she wore it but couldn't say anything because she didn't want anyone to call her a fake ally.
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this city's so pretty when your lights on
we count the stars together every nightowning the perfect pairs in our sleeptuning into the rhythm of lifeoh, shall we dare to dream tonight?another day, another goodbyeI become an astronaut in the starlight fighting our way against the oceanswhen you found your horizon,I was glad to have found you tonight-Poorwa Instagram Twitter Pinterest Spotify Facebook Recent posts… this city’s so…
#life#lifestyle blog#lifestyle blogger#poem#Poems#poetry#thoughts#write ups#writers community#writing
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As the silence of moonlight night enveloped me,I escaped and found myself in the world of wonder where I live in a small cottage nestled deep within the forest.The scent of blooming wildflowers adored my garden.I am making floral ceramic mugs!! There's a brown writing table with cute pots filled with fresh tulips.Amidst these I wore a pristine white,puffed long sleeved frock swirling and writing letters and watering my rose plants.
Then I went for a ride in my bicycle while greeting my forest friends all the way.I got to see some cute little baby ducklings in the pond,spent an evening watching the sunset and going back to my cottage to read classic novels and letters,then playing with my fluffy puppy Milo that ran up to me and nuzzled it's face into my palm.Also there are days I attend ballroom dances with my pastel blue netted gown with a masquerade masks crafted with delicate lace and ribbons.I admire those crystal chandeliers and walls with tales of love and mystery, that's where he'd appear,dashing in his tailored tuxedo that seemed well fitted and all shining.He took my hand and we moved in perfect harmony.He made me twirl and swirl and his gaze filled with admiration and joy met mine,we danced and lost in the moment in the world of pure enchantment.As the song faded,I reluctantly returned to reality,carrying the essence of that fairytale world with me.
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Set Design Write-Up - Exercise 1
Magazine: Set Decor Issue: Spring 2021 Article: The Trial of the Chicago 7 by Karen Burg
The Trial of The Chicago 7 is a period piece with sets focused on authenticity and the communication of character. The film follows multiple different groups and has a large cast, and so visually categorising the groups each of these cast members fall into with distinct visual queues keeps the film understandable. The film is set across 1968 and 1969, and is intended as a mostly faithful retelling of true historical events and so the challenge of communicating character is furthered by the restriction that the sets also had to be grounded in reality.
Set designer Andrew Baseman confronted this challenge by working closely with the director Aaron Sorkin on keeping the balance of cinematic grandeur and historical accuracy. To this effect the set design was done more along the line of recreating the feeling and idea of each space as opposed to recreating the real life spaces 1-for-1. I like this method of design, as it makes the piece more accessable and visually interesting to the audience. Whilst recreating the spaces creates a more historically accurate image, recreating the feeling of the space gives the audience more visual queues on the personalities, style, attitudes and social status of the characters and more queues on the usage, care and atmosphere of each location. The audience is caught up to speed on the inhabitants of each space through visual storytelling.
The props and set dressing were acquired through a mix of hiring, specialty manufacture/design and shopping at antique and thrift stores. The designer talks about the buyers going to antique malls and collecting 50s-60s memorabilia and decor, buying items of that era can be expensive but does make it very easy to create an environment that represents the time accurately rather than creating elements which can then unintentionally draw inspiration from later times than the period intended.
The manufactured and created elements are mostly graphic design elements, which makes sense given that many 60s political design would still be within copyright, clearing these elements could end up being costly and time consuming. As long as the inspiration is thoroughly researched and the designers can be sure they're drawing on correct information, this is a good method of set design that can be employed on any scale of production. The other manufactured element mentioned in the article is the large chandeliers in the courtroom, which makes sense as finding six identical chandeliers that match the specific look and size the space requires would be nearly impossible without ordering them to be made. Although custom manufacturing is something generally only larger productions can afford, the idea of ordering specific items because they simply cannot be found elsewhere should be kept in mind when budgeting for set design.
Similarly, keeping a budget aside for hiring props and set elements is also something productions should budget for. Whilst more cost effective than outright buying elements new, it's still sometimes more expensive than finding items second hand. In the case of TTOTS7, it's specifically mentioned that the sconces and tables in the courtroom were hired from a prop house. This makes sense as unless a very, very specific type of table or desk is required it's far more efficient to get items like that for hire, especially as larger items like tables would then require storage between shoots or whilst they're being resold after the production wraps. The scones are typical of American courtrooms and municipal buildings of the era, and so again it makes more sense to look to hire them than thrift or manufacture. It's unlikely you'd be able to thrift that many identical lights, and manufacturing them would be expensive, but as they're more common designs to see in film it makes perfect sense to try and source them from a prop house.
The practical application of set design on this film and the careful consideration given to story, character and authenticity gives a great lesson on the motivation a set designer should have in mind when planning and building sets. The description given for how elements are given also gives a good insight into how a set designer should expect to source their set elements, especially on a period piece. Although on any period earlier than the 1940s, thrifting items may become more expensive and difficult than manufacturing them.
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