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[writeherewaiting]

if you're cringing at the genre conventions of the genre you are writing in then why the hell are you writing in it. either have something substantial to say about those conventions or shut the hell up! i will not cringe alongside you at superhero powers and spaceship battles and big eldritch worms and bone magic. i came to this story to SEE that shit and I don't appreciate it when an author tries to pretend they're above the very things they're selling themselves on

#writing tips #TOO TRUE ITS SO ANNOYING AND PATRONIZING

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I watched these films when I was an impressionable teenager and now I have an unrealistic and borderline delusional view of love

About Last Night (1986) dir. Edward Zwick

Quote: “You don't know what love is. You've gotten everything you have always wanted and now you're feeling sorry for yourself because there's something you want and you can't have it. But you had it! I gave you love. But you asked me to leave and I left.”

Pretty Woman (1991) dir. Garry Marshall

Quote: “I'd really like you to stay. I don't want to be alone tonight.”

Ever After (1998) dir. Andy Tennant

Quote: “And we, Princess, are supposed to live happily ever after.”

Dance With Me (1998) dir. Randa Haines

Quote: “I don't wanna be in love.”

You’ve Got Mail (1998) dir. Nora Ephron

Quote: “Kevin, this woman is the most adorable creature I've ever been in contact with, and if she turns out even to be as good-looking as a mailbox, I'd be crazy not to turn my life upside down and marry her”

Someone Like You (2001) dir. Tony Goldwyn

Quote: “I know it hurts. I know. It's so hard to believe that something that wonderful can ever happen to us again, but it can.”

My Big Fat Greek Wedding (2002) dir. Joel Zwick

Quote: “I came alive when I met you.”

Maid in Manhattan (2002) dir. Wayne Wang

Quote: “No, honey. It's more like a dream, you know? And for one night, you're living it for all of us. Don't think about tomorrow. Don't think about anything but tonight. Tonight, the maid is a lie. And this, this is who you really are.”

How to Lose a Guy in 10 Days (2003) dir. Donald Petrie

Quote: “You can't lose something you never had.”

The Last Song (2010) dir. Julie Anne Robinson

Quote: “Love is fragile. And we're not always its best caretakers. We just muddle through and do the best we can. And hope this fragile thing survives against all odds.”

#movies #to watch #media

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April 10 poem-

How to give forever:

A guide.

Step one, step two…Walk up alone, over puddles reflecting the sun, and think: this might be nice.

Even if on the drive up, you thought, “what am I doing here? I don’t like film people.”

Step three: Sit in the dark, and she moves two rows ahead because she wanted to sit with the boy she likes.

How to give forever? Be used to feeling alone.

you sit in the dark and watch the film she made but never talked about. Think of last year, where there was this same ache, and realize maybe you should stop coming to these things.

Take a video of the credits for her to watch back later. This is all for her.

And then, keep a smile as you take group photos that don’t have you in them- and realize their outfits all match and she never told you.

But keep a smile on your face because this is all for her.

Give forever if someone asks.

Next steps; four and five, and as many as it takes to walk back alone through the dark. They all are going a separate way. You wanted to go home anyway.

Step 6, Sit in your parked car. the interior light, and your phone, and the streetlight all glowing.

Sit in the dark and watch the video you took for her.

Sit in the dark and feel empty.

How to give forever? It comes easy. Give what you have, give yourself, be empty. The feeling it, is the hard part.

How to give forever? It’s not about you anyway.

#me and mine #mine #poetry

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7.5.21

the air is smoky; the air is grey. I sit on my front steps, squatting on the stones that are warm. I feel a choke in my throat. The sky is white. Grey. Dark. It is not even sunset yet. It is turning in its place with thunder in the day. Maybe the rain will wash the grit away. There is smoke, but not from the storm. It’s from the replica, fires from the night before. I breathe it in and I think I taste it. The gunpowder and the thickness. But the air is wet and rumbling and maybe it’s from that, too. There was a storm last night, in the sky. A storm from man, of smoke, of the Fourth of July. It burns in its place even now it’s gone, because the sky is filled with soot and grey for long, long, long. Tumbling and burning where it doesn’t belong, belong, belong.

#me and mine #poetry

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In the dark, the deer mistook my headlights for stars

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They Do Not Exist (1974) by Mustafa Abu Ali (watch)

from PalestineCinema.com:

Salvaged from the ruins of Beirut after 1982, Abu Ali's early film has only recently been made available. Shooting under extraordinary conditions, the director, who worked with Godard on his Ici et Ailleurs (Here and Elsewhere), and founded the PLO's film division, covers conditions in Lebanon's refugee camps, the effects of Israeli bombardments, and the lives of guerrillas in training camps. They Do Not Exist is a stylistically unique work which demonstrates the intersection between the political and the aesthetic. Now recognised as a cornerstone in the development of Palestinian cinema, the film only received its Palestine premiere in 2003, when a group of Palestinian artists "smuggled" the director to a makeshift cinema in his hometown of Jerusalem (into which Israel bars his entry). Abu Ali, who saw his film for the first time in 20 years at this clandestine event noted: "We used to say 'Art for the Struggle', now it's 'Struggle for the Art'"

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people always talk about evil clones like oooh a dark mirror oohh what if you saw what a cruel person you were/are capable of becoming. and well yes but what if you were the evil clone. what if you looked in the mirror and what you saw was so bright it blinded you. what if you had to know exactly how good you could have been.

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i love this character so much......i hope they get seriously injured and almost die

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They are already selling data to midjourney, and it's very likely your work is already being used to train their models because you have to OPT OUT of this, not opt in. Very scummy of them to roll this out unannounced.

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Just learned about garden path sentences.

They’re basically a literary prank– the sentence starts out in such a way that you think you know where it’s going, but the way it ends completely changes the meaning while still being a complete and logical sentence. Usually it deals with double meanings, or with words that can be multiple parts of speech, like nouns and verbs or nouns and adjectives.

So we get gems like

The old man the boat. (The old people are manning the boat)

The complex houses married and single soldiers and their families. (The apartment complex is home to both married and single soldiers, plus their families)

The prime number few. (People who are excellent are few in number.)

The cotton clothing is usually made of grows in Mississipi. (The cotton that clothing is made of)

The man who hunts ducks out on weekends. (As in he ducks out of his responsibilities)

We painted the wall with cracks. (The cracked wall is the one that was pained.)

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Another I Drowned In The Summer of ‘85 excrept! 

Gene shakes his head. “This ain’t about Harvey or the camp, and we both know it.”

It’s not about Harvey. It’s about -

Hard stop. He doesn’t want to think about the actual problem.

Bobby frowns even harder. “I just don’t like the fuckin’ camp.”

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Blackout Poetry: page 296 of Everything Everything by Nicola Yoon

forecast for the week-

I dangle out into the bigger universe.

I was last up here

a lifetime ago,

here when I was younger.

Alone, for miles. Skydiving.

I don’t know anything. Why I keep trying.

Then the moment I see bore infinite change. I form

Piece by piece, atomic level,

At the end of everything.

#blackout poetry #mine #me and mine #poetry #from jan or feb? 2024

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My boyfriend was showing me his cat and I leaned over to kiss the cat on his soft little baby head and he went "meow" and scrambled away because I'd been wearing my headphones and I accidentally jabbed him with the microphone.

And I said "Damn, this is exactly like in the Iliad"

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But you think that with everything you don’t know, everything you can’t see, there’s not a wonder in the universe? That it’s not guiding you towards happiness? Bad things happen. Good things happen too.

I think no matter how it ends— because sometimes it ends badly. It ends horribly. Other times, it’s alright, and it’s okay.— no matter how it ends, there’s good out here. And if you want it, you can have it. You will have it.

#poetry #mine #me and mine

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December 2

It’s a weight off my chest, isn’t it?

But it was fun. It was excitement. Or, I mean, it was supposed to be. I dreamed it would be.

The calmness of the sun in the trees, of green and olive and gold and sunset and sunrise, has always filled me. It’s stilled me, it always has. And I wanted for a moment to be in movement, to try it for a moment. Something more than the constant trees. Maybe a change of scenery- someone taking my hand for once, showing me a different view, a different feeling. Moving me. Moving with me.

I didn’t really get the movement I was looking for. Just a light breeze, only hitting me, blowing right past him. Or, he wasn’t even in the field at all. It’s always just me in the grass.

Back to the sun. Back to the trees. It’s a weight off my chest, isn’t it?

#But I know: I’m not going to get the sun from him. #mine #me and mine #poetry

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Tbh I think fandom generally needs to get better at sitting with the uncomfortable fact that a story/fanwork/meme/whatever can hurt one person and help another