My Wicked fan arts
Finally done with the first act! ^^
My Wicked fan arts
Finally done with the first act! ^^
someone put blaine anderson, rachel berry, sharpay evans, and ryan evans in a room together.
put one mic in the middle
lock the door.
…who wants to write some fanfiction
For those who are a little confused. Kingdom Hearts has always been number one in ‘amount of fanfiction’ in the games category of this site ever since I started going on it my sophomore year of high school about 5 years ago. So it’s kind of upsetting to see that’s no longer so.
Deadpool V4 #27 - The Wedding of Deadpool
this was supposed to have words but i couldn’t for the life of me figure out how i wanted to phrase them. ive been stewing over this for like 4 days but they’re talking about pluto. the planet. its still a planet annabeth shut up
VIVA LA PLUTO FUCK YOU
Wooooooffff well this is probably as done as its gonna be. Might revisit the background because it’s obviously very slapdash. Oh well.
My favorite Sully line is “It’s no sweat off my thighs.” Or whatever it was. Sweaty thighs. Hahaha. Ahah.
Such wife material <3
More pictures! I’m kinda sad we didn’t take our competition notes away for the pictures but I guess it should be fine (n˘v˘•)¬
Thank you S. Männikkö for the pictures~
"Hang in there."
Now I’m sure many many many of you have noticed how Anna looks at Kristoff when he brings her back to the castle. Well I have two main things to say about that.
First, she’s actually opening her eyes. She’s feeling weak. She has her eyes closed. Kristoff probably told her to get some rest and that he’d take care of everything. But right after he puts his hat on her head, she looks at him and smiles. Do you know how many muscles it takes to smile or open your eyes? More then you would think. And she’s weak. She’s actually freezing to death, but she makes herself get a last glimpse of him, because she knows he will keep her safe.
Second, I just want to talk about how she looks at him. It’s a very slight smile, but a very genuine one. She barely opens her eyes because she is weak, and her eyebrows are slightly arched up. Why? She’s pleasantly surprised. This is probably the first time in a very long time that someone has gone to these lengths to keep her safe (that she knows of, may I add, because Elsa has also been trying to keep her safe). She’s never really knew what it was like to really feel protected. Feel like no matter what happens, she will be okay.
And Kristoff being there, doing his all to protect her, it’s better than any fairy tale prince she’s heard about.
1. Run away to Brooklyn. Rent an apartment with a claw footed bathtub. Commute to Manhattan during the week and put in hours at a menial publishing job. Drive home to New Jersey on weekends to swim in the pool and cry to your mother. Smoke Gauloises on the fire escape. Let yellowing issues of Rolling Stone and Vogue pile into a protective fortress around your bed. Listen to Cat Power. Fall asleep mostly naked beneath the duvet watching Sportscenter and drinking earl grey. Date a Yankees fan and kiss his hands on the 4 Train into the Bronx.
2. Run away to Barcelona. Eat milk chocolate magnum bars and drink cheap champagne. Burst into charming fits of laughter whenever you get embarrassed about butchering the Catalan language. Wear denim cutoffs, Dr. Pepper chapstick, and very little else. Go dancing at 3 a.m. Whiten your teeth. Tan your shoulders. Braid feathers into your hair. Perpetually wake up with sand caught in the thin cotton sheets of your tiny bed. Listen to the Rolling Stones and kiss all the longhaired boys you can get your hands on without ever having to apologize.
3. Run away to Los Angeles. Sublet a studio in Venice three blocks from the beach. Listen to top 40 radio. Go to Chateau Marmont and charge drinks you can’t afford to a long-dormant credit card. Sleep with a television actor who lives in the valley. Sleep with a musician who lives in Bel Air. Break things off with both of them when gas prices begin to rise. Find Gilda Radner’s star on the Walk Of Fame and swallow a sob when you see the filthy cement around her name is cracked. Walk through the Venice Canals until the sun sets and you forget your own name. Call your mother crying from the parking lot of a 24-hour Ralph’s supermarket. Tell her you want to come home.
4. Run away to Paris. Gaze at the pink and pistachio glow of macarons in the window on Boulevard Saint-Germain. Listen to Joni Mitchell. Meet an Argentinean man in the Latin Quarter for drinks. Melt into his accent and kiss him goodnight, but return to your apartment alone because his face doesn’t look enough like the man’s you are trying to forget. Get lost in the Richelieu Wing of the Louvre, admiring Napoleon’s fine red damask. Walk alone along the Seine in an old dress, ten-dollar shoes, and an Hermes scarf. Fumble with the locks on the fence overlooking the river. They all have lovers’ names etched into them and the girl who left the red heart-shaped lock has the same name as you.
5. Run away to Martha’s Vineyard. Write heartbroken stories during the day in front of a large fan that blows curls of humid hair across your tired face. Take a waitress job at The Black Dog at night and try hard not to drop too many trays. Learn to ride a moped. Pretend you’re a Kennedy. Listen to Carly Simon. Eat hand-churned ice cream out of waffle cones. Visit the flying horses and consider how many girls just like you have sat on the same horse clutching for the same brass ring. Get stoned and dance barefoot down the length of the eroded Jaws beach. Date a Red Sox fan. Yell at each other during baseball games, and then kiss and make up between tangled sheets. TC mark
This is how I imagine genderfluid people
This is exactly how genderfluid people work.
In six seconds, you’ll hate me.
But in six months, you’ll be a better writer.
From this point forward—at least for the next half year—you may not use “thought” verbs. These include: Thinks, Knows, Understands, Realizes, Believes, Wants, Remembers, Imagines, Desires, and a hundred others you love to use.
The list should also include: Loves and Hates.
And it should include: Is and Has, but we’ll get to those later.
Until some time around Christmas, you can’t write: Kenny wondered if Monica didn’t like him going out at night…”
Instead, you’ll have to Un-pack that to something like: “The
mornings after Kenny had stayed out, beyond the last bus, until he’d had to bum a ride or pay for a cab and got home to find Monica faking sleep, faking because she never slept that quiet, those mornings, she’d only put her own cup of coffee in the microwave. Never his.”
Instead of characters knowing anything, you must now present the details that allow the reader to know them. Instead of a character wanting something, you must now describe the thing so that the reader wants it.
Instead of saying: “Adam knew Gwen liked him.” You’ll have to say: “Between classes, Gwen had always leaned on his locker when he’d go to open it. She’s roll her eyes and shove off with one foot, leaving a black-heel mark on the painted metal, but she also left the smell of her perfume. The combination lock would still be warm from her butt. And the next break, Gwen would be leaned there, again.”
In short, no more short-cuts. Only specific sensory detail: action, smell, taste, sound, and feeling.
Typically, writers use these “thought” verbs at the beginning of a paragraph (In this form, you can call them “Thesis Statements” and I’ll rail against those, later). In a way, they state the intention of the paragraph. And what follows, illustrates them.
“Brenda knew she’d never make the deadline. was backed up from the bridge, past the first eight or nine exits. Her cell phone battery was dead. At home, the dogs would need to go out, or there would be a mess to clean up. Plus, she’d promised to water the plants for her neighbor…”
Do you see how the opening “thesis statement” steals the thunder of what follows? Don’t do it.
If nothing else, cut the opening sentence and place it after all the others. Better yet, transplant it and change it to: Brenda would never make the deadline.
Thinking is abstract. Knowing and believing are intangible. Your story will always be stronger if you just show the physical actions and details of your characters and allow your reader to do the thinking and knowing. And loving and hating.
Don’t tell your reader: “Lisa hated Tom.”
Instead, make your case like a lawyer in court, detail by detail.
Present each piece of evidence. For example: “During roll call, in the breath after the teacher said Tom’s name, in that moment before he could answer, right then, Lisa would whisper-shout ‘Butt Wipe,’ just as Tom was saying, ‘Here’.”
One of the most-common mistakes that beginning writers make is leaving their characters alone. Writing, you may be alone. Reading, your audience may be alone. But your character should spend very, very little time alone. Because a solitary character starts thinking or worrying or wondering.
For example: Waiting for the bus, Mark started to worry about how long the trip would take…”
A better break-down might be: “The schedule said the bus would come by at noon, but Mark’s watch said it was already 11:57. You could see all the way down the road, as far as the Mall, and not see a bus. No doubt, the driver was parked at the turn-around, the far end of the line, taking a nap. The driver was kicked back, asleep, and Mark was going to be late. Or worse, the driver was drinking, and he’d pull up drunk and charge Mark seventy-five cents for death in a fiery traffic accident…”
A character alone must lapse into fantasy or memory, but even then you can’t use “thought” verbs or any of their abstract relatives.
Oh, and you can just forget about using the verbs forget and remember.
No more transitions such as: “Wanda remembered how Nelson used to brush her hair.”
Instead: “Back in their sophomore year, Nelson used to brush her hair with smooth, long strokes of his hand.”
Again, Un-pack. Don’t take short-cuts.
Better yet, get your character with another character, fast.
Get them together and get the action started. Let their actions and words show their thoughts. You—stay out of their heads.
And while you’re avoiding “thought” verbs, be very wary about using the bland verbs “is” and “have.”
“Ann’s eyes are blue.”
“Ann has blue eyes.”
“Ann coughed and waved one hand past her face, clearing the cigarette smoke from her eyes, blue eyes, before she smiled…”
Instead of bland “is” and “has” statements, try burying your details of what a character has or is, in actions or gestures. At its most basic, this is showing your story instead of telling it.
And forever after, once you’ve learned to Un-pack your characters, you’ll hate the lazy writer who settles for: “Jim sat beside the telephone, wondering why Amanda didn’t call.”
Please. For now, hate me all you want, but don’t use thought verbs. After Christmas, go crazy, but I’d bet money you won’t.
For this month’s homework, pick through your writing and circle every “thought” verb. Then, find some way to eliminate it. Kill it by Un-packing it.
Then, pick through some published fiction and do the same thing. Be ruthless.
“Marty imagined fish, jumping in the moonlight…”
“Nancy recalled the way the wine tasted…”
“Larry knew he was a dead man…”
Find them. After that, find a way to re-write them. Make them stronger.
I need to go back to school.
My learning is ofwficially insignificant. My writing minor and all those classes do not make me as qualified as reading this has.
"Kristoff. They sound wonderful."
So this big gruff mountain man, covered already in layers of clothing, ranting about his bizarre family, getting a little stressed out only needs a small hand to his arm from Anna to calm him down?
I mean even Anna is even nervous putting her arm on his shoulder because she’s afraid it won’t do anything. He’s just totally freaked out and ranting but once Anna puts her hand on his arms he turns towards her and he gulps. He’s so nervous that she’s going to to say something bad, or just not want to come with him.
But once she tells him that it’s going to be okay, his features soften and he starts staring at her again. And then he breathes heavily. Again.
I just find it amazing that he started out as a mountain man unaffected by anything around him, and now he’s flustered at even the tiniest act Anna does.
Let me tell you a story. Once at a party, I had all the little girls sitting around me and I was asking them about their favorite parts of all the princess movies. The birthday girl was sitting next to me, and tells me, “Princess, your skin is the same color as mine.” I smile and agree, and try to move the game along, but she interrupts and says, “Your skin is brown and you’re a princess. It’s the same color as mine, but you’re a princess.”
“Well, if my skin is brown and your skin is brown, and I’m a princess, then you must be a princess too.” I tell her. And then I spent the next 10 minutes assuring all the black girls at the party that yes, they have lovely skin and yes, they can be princesses with me.
This happens at most of the parties I go to. I have had my arm stroked, my hair patted, my skin color commented on more times than I can remember. I am not simply hired out to entertain a bunch of cute little girls dressed in poofy skirts who want to play with a big girl in a poofier skirt. I am hired out because I am an affirmation. For these little black girls (and boys! I’ve dazzled a few of them too) Princess Tiana is proof that for once, they can be special BECAUSE of the color of their skin, not IN SPITE OF.
Adding some of her pictures for emphasis.
This made me cry. This is what we’ve done to these innocent little girls. This is what happens when we treat white beauty as default. These beautiful children should grow up KNOWING they are beautiful and can be princesses.
Might have something in my eye..
Princess Tiana is one of my favorite princesses, even at 18 she changed my idea of what a princess is, that hard work and determination and strength matter more than luck and happily ever afters.
And the importance of this for these beautiful little girls to know they are princesses too…this post is perfect.
Imagine though at Anna’s and Kristoff’s wedding. Anna would have her own special vows
“Your last name is now mine. Your favorite food is carrots. Your eye color is hazel. Your best friend is Sven. And I still stick by that shoe size doesn’t matter, though I’m definitely not complaining.”
ABOUTI'm Erin Nicole. I eat, I sing, I spin. I play cello until callouses appear, and I keep performing until the lights turn off. San Diego, CA is where it's at, and I'd love to meet you one day. :] My navigation system's might be a bit knackered, but it's a lot more fun!