Here’s the thing.
I read a lot of scripts. A lot. From professionals to aspiring writers to complete newbies. Features and pilots. Specs and treatments.
And 8 times out of 10 the fan fic that I’ve read over the last, oh, 15 years is leagues better than this stuff. It’s more inspired. It’s more compelling. It’s genre bending and creative and heartfelt. It’s well-paced and intense and funny and sexy and meaningful. It’s smart and thoughtful and good. It’s novel-quality. Better than, sometimes.
Rare is the script I don’t want to put down, but how often have we stayed up until 3am to get to the last chapter of a 100k fic? And it’s not even a fan fic author’s day job. This is what they do on the side. In their spare time. For free.
So my point is, fan fic authors, you’re good. You’re good writers and great storytellers. I know it doesn’t always feel like it, especially if you’re one of the authors who’s not a BNF and doesn’t get the notes/hits that a few do. And because some people still view fic as “not real writing.” You guys know the shit that gets made into movies. You’re better than that. So be better than that. If writing is what you think want to do, then just know you’re already doing it. You’ve already started.
And you’re more talented than you might think.
To all of my writer friends. This is so fucking true. <3
the fact that there are animals who can see colors that i cant which means that there are colors that exist that it is literally impossible for me to envision is such fucking bullshit that i wanna rip open a couch and eat it
Humans have 3 types of rods for processing color (red green and blue). Mantis Shrimp have 16.
WHY DO PEOPLE CALL IT FUCK, MARRY, KILL WHEN THEY COULD CALL IT BED, WED, BEHEAD
i think that’s called game of thrones
disclaimer: i am not an expert on mental illness
[mental illness tw, abuse tw, torture tw, prison tw]
My aunt neighbour, isnt she adorable???
ALL PUPPIES ARE CUTE DHAN DON’T MAKE ME HIT YOU YOU SHOULD KNOW ABOUT MY PUPPY ADDICTION AFTER GOING TO SCHOOL WITH ME FOR 5 YEARS
Prompt: Ultrasounds (u know around the time Lily was pregnant
Given by jamespottersd
Yes, ultrasound machines were invented before late seventies/ early eighties and no I didn’t really check much after that
Doctor Descartes was a short woman who seemed to be in her late forties with a greying bob and a toothy smile.
James never liked healers and he liked muggle doctors even less- why do they stab you with needles insisting it’s going to make you feel better? And why in the name of Merlin and Circe do they need to cut you open?
He held on tightly to Lily’s hand as they walked through the pristine white halls behind the woman. He’d never been to a muggle hospital before. Well, he had- twice actually- but those two times he was in immense pain and did not give his surroundings two hoots. Lily had insisted they go to one after things in the Wizarding world took a turn for the worst. For once in his life he had agreed to come to this stupid place that smelt like bleach and made his nose itch.
Lily’s fingers were interwoven with his while her other hand rested on the noticeable bump on her tummy as they followed the older women through a series of corridors that all looked the same to James. Finally, after what seemed liked hours to James, they stopped in front of a door.
Doctor Descartes turned to Lily and said, “Would you like your husband inside with you? He can always wait out here,” she said, pointing to the row of hard backed plastic chairs that James guessed that all hospitals- both muggle and wizarding alike- seemed to have.
Lily shook her head. “No, I want him inside.”
I went to register for my id card and came to the realisation that I haven’t grown since I was 14
That stage where Lily and James are friends but Lily is clearly very obviously attracted to him and in denial about it tho
Imagine how much fun James mustave had getting her all flustered
Like imagine her coming down to the changing rooms after Quidditch practice one evening bc James is taking his sweet time and they’re late, they have to go over patrol schedules or whatever
And then she walks in and stops short at the sight of him shirtless and abruptly turns the colour of a carrot
And James notices this and grins and comes right up to her like all up in her face and takes his time pulling his shirt on
And Lily just glares at him and walks off in a huff with her head held high, face still bright red, telling him to hurry the fuck up
Oh my god the possibilities are endless these twoooo skfhklshflkh