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notherpuppet · 1 day
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Someone asked if I was adding more to "Buckshot"
...and then I accidentally posted it before I was done answering LOL. Anyway, here was the answer:
I have some ideas that I just haven't fleshed out yet. But I really like that AU and I want to return to it.
As for the Buckshot specific "chapter"...I do have some 'deleted scenes' that I just didn't feel like drawing (laziness) but hmm maybe i'll get the motivation to sketch them out eventually.
Some deleted scenes:
Scene 1.5 [Lucifer looks at Alastor's wounds as he's changing his bandages and clothes. Alastor's covered in severe scars exhibiting many different kinds of injuries.] Lucifer: "So many scars...I wonder what he's been through..." [Lucifer glances at Alastor's face, which somehow still has a faint, but visible smile.] Lucifer (incredulous and annoyed): "Yet he always keeps that smile on his face..." CUT TO FLASHBACK MONTAGE: Lucifer, Alastor, and Charlie playing in the park, eating dinner altogether, and singing backup for Charlie while Alastor plays the piano. [Lucifer smiles softly and turns up the corners of Alastor's sleeping smile.] Charlie: "I thought Al needed to sleep!" >:-0 [Lucifer draws his hands back suddenly, embarrassed.] Lucifer: "Where did you--" [Charlie climbs onto Alastor's rest bed. She haphazardly reaches for Alastor's face.] Charlie: "My turn or it's not fair!" >:-D Lucifer: "Charlie, no!" --- Scene 4.5 (happens at the dinner party, in Lucifer's room, after Alastor bleeds through his shirt) [Lucifer quickly changed into a red tuxedo. Alastor is lagging, due to his pain and need to clean his wound with a soft cloth.] Lucifer: "Let me help you--" Alastor: "I can handle this." Lucifer: "Would you stop being so stubborn? You're drugged up, drunk, and moving slow as hell. You want to arouse more suspicion or do you wanna get this over with?" [Alastor rolls his eyes and rudely tosses the cloth at Lucifer's face. Lucifer's quick reflexes catch the cloth effortlessly.] Lucifer: "That's what I thought." [Lucifer begins to clean Al's wound. Alastor has a pained expression. He winces and grabs Lucifer's wrist forcefully.] Alastor: "You're being a brute." [Alastor guides Lucifer's hand gently and drops his hand once Lucifer adapts. Lucifer helps bandage Alastor back up and get dressed. They're now both in new tuxedos, sans bow ties. Before Lucifer can grab his bowtie, Alastor snatches it.] Alastor: "Allow me." Lucifer: "I can tie my own bow tie." Alastor: "Did you not say we were in a hurry? I think we both know it will go faster if I just tie it." [Lucifer rolls his eyes but resigns. Alastor ties the bowtie swiftly and perfectly.] Lucifer: "Ugh, how do you do this so easily? Aren't you high?" Alastor: "As a kite." [There is a beat and they both share a laugh. Suddenly they hear a distant voice yelling:] Adam (distant): "So much for a quickie!" Alastor: "We should go."
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writingwithfolklore · 11 months
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You Guys are Too Hard on Yourselves
Sometimes after I post a piece of advice or a suggestion for improving your craft, I see a lot of you guys in the reblogs talking about how you wish you could be a good writer and take said advice, or that you feel like a failure for not already doing it.
Now listen here, look me in the eyes, you are doing enough.
The last thing I want is to discourage anyone from writing, so I need you to internalize this. You are doing enough as a writer. Yes even if you haven’t written in a while, even if you’ve never been published, or have been rejected a million times, or have never finished a draft. You guys are enough for even trying, and I need you to start recognizing yourselves and being proud of the work you do and/or the ideas you have.
At the very least, start practicing not getting down on yourselves when you hear advice or read someone else’s work. You will only ever get better, don’t start doubting yourself now.
Let’s do a little exercise. Reblog this with three things you think you are totally nailing as a writer, I’ll go first:
                I have a keen sense of pacing.
                I create interesting dynamics between complex characters.
                My ideas are weird and fun and reflect me as a person.
Now go forth with positivity!
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jacarandaaaas · 4 months
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WHO WROTE THIS💀
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plaguemaggot · 8 months
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my personal opinion is that it's impossible to "misinterpret" SPN canon because SPN canon is 13 different canons in a trench coat, 8 out of them actively hate each other, 3 of them are only present in interviews and bts content, 5 of them only share one brain cell and at least 4 have been tulpa'd into existence by popular (fandom) culture
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serratedpens · 2 months
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hi i'm here for my annual personal post on this blog <3
I hope everyone is as good as they can be given the times. I truly believe art as therapy is the future of personal medication. Both in creation and experience. I've been trying to read more poetry lately as I've fallen into the habit of only reading non fiction. I'm not setting a 'goal' by any means but I am hoping to sink my teeth into more good stuff this year.
If anyone has any recommendations for collections or essays, I'm all ears <3
reminder that I am also @bravecitizen
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westerberg · 2 months
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Maybe I should get a masters degree in screenwriting ⬅️ your most delusional tumblr mutual….
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I’m freaking out abt this writing workshop that’s in 20 min. I did it bc I’m so so brave but I’m gonna be sick bc idk if it’s gonna be super intimate idk how many spots there are or if we have to share what we do or anything. I’m not the best at coming up with ideas on the spot and I don’t write original work so idk how this is gonna be and I’m so scared lol
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marypickfords · 7 months
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Prime Evil (Roberta Findlay, 1988)
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queenhawke · 2 months
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got a date lined up with a MOVIE PRODUCER of all things which im v excited about. do u think she'll be impressed if i tell her i got rejected from film school
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lighthouseas · 2 months
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im actually never going to be over how horribly sapphic couples are treated in like 90% of media ever. like ever
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heymrsamerica · 10 months
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Poor Willow🥲
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writingwithfolklore · 2 years
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There's Magic in Cities Too
                I think we often think about magic as belonging deep in the forest, amongst fae and fairies or lost within lochs, country-sides, oceans, little towns with mysterious people. However, I would argue that magic exists everywhere, even in the largest of cities, and after living in cities myself and visiting plenty of others, I’d like to share with you where I see magic the most.
In the reflection of lights/neon against wet pavement
In the groups of people standing outside of restaurants or pubs, huddling together to preserve heat as the sun goes down
In the earliest mornings where only a few lights are on in the apartments around you—the sleeping city
When church bells ring through the window during a morning shower
Around the holidays when balconies are done up in Christmas lights, buildings turned into decorations
During events, when fireworks explode high over the skyscrapers
Across the water, a distant city where the glow is brighter than anything else across the landscape
In the used bookstores and small cafes, where screenwriters and editors diligently work away on their projects
On the train, watching the city quickly pass outside the window, the rest of the world faded away into a blur
In the little plant in my neighbor’s window, or her cat sitting on the windowsill, looking out
In the loud group passing down the sidewalk on a Friday night
Amongst the community gardens—the groups built out of likeminded people in a big population
In the windows across from mine, watching movies or TV or sharing a meal with family late into the night
In sitting on the bus, surrounded by a variety of different languages all talking around you
In all of us, living in our own little spaces but connected through the space and time we share with each other.
Let me know where you look to find magic, or any magical cities you know of!
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reineyday · 11 months
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oh man not me crying over this week's skip and loafer 😭😭😭
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anneangel · 7 months
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“Is there no end to this accursed forest?” said Thorin. “Somebody must climb a tree and see if he can get his head above the roof and have a look round. The only way is to choose the tallest tree that overhangs the path.”
Of course “somebody” meant Bilbo. They chose him, because to be of any use the climber must get his head above the topmost leaves, and so he must be light enough for the highest and slenderest branches to bear him. Poor Mr. Baggins had never had much practice in climbing trees, but they hoisted him up into the lowest branches of an enormous oak that grew right out into the path, and up he had to go as best he could. He pushed his way through the tangled twigs with many a slap in the eye; he was greened and grimed from the old bark of the greater boughs; more than once he slipped and caught himself just in time; and at last, after a dreadful struggle in a difficult place where there seemed to be no convenient branches at all, he got near the top. All the time he was wondering whether there were spiders in the tree, and how he was going to get down again (except by falling).
In the end he poked his head above the roof of leaves, and then he found spiders all right. But they were only small ones of ordinary size, and they were after the butterflies. Bilbo’s eyes were nearly blinded by the light.
He could hear the dwarves shouting up at him from far below, but he could not answer, only hold on and blink. The sun was shining brilliantly, and it was a long while before he could bear it. When he could, he saw all round him a sea of dark green, ruffled here and there by the breeze; and there were everywhere hundreds ofbutterflies. I expect they were a kind of ‘purple emperor’, a butterfly that loves the tops of oak-woods, but these were not purple at all, they were a dark dark velvety black without any markings to be seen.
He looked at the ‘black emperors’ for a long time, and enjoyed the feel of the breeze in his hair and on his face; but at length the cries of the dwarves, who were now simply stamping with impatience down below, reminded him of his real business. It was no good.
Gaze as much as he might, he could see no end to the trees and the leaves in any direction. His heart, that had been lightened by the sight of the sun and the feel of the wind, sank back into his toes: there was no food to go back to down below.
J.R.R Tolkien
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jerichopalms · 11 months
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#43: Small, Beautifully Moving Parts (2011, dir. by Annie J. Howell & Lisa Robinson)
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krittec · 5 months
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no because netflix is ACTUALLY mean to release a shadow and bone mobile game during geeked week and then cancel the show + spin off less than a week afterwards.
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