What would Starscream’s reaction be if he had spend whole night creating the most clever, wonderful and it-must-work plan how to kill Megatron and next day he sneaked to Megs private quarters just to discover that Megatron tripped at the wet floor in his bathroom/washracks, hit a corner of bath with his head and died.
(1818) Jane Austen’s Ghost *publishes Northanger Abbey* RIP the Gothic, Gothic fiction is more dead than me. Mary Shelley *dramatically throwing Frankenstein on the table* it’S A L I V E!!!!!!! IT’S A L I V E E E !!!!!!!!!!!! *💀💀💀*
Telling writers what they did right can be just as important as telling them what they did wrong. Because then I know not only what to avoid in the future but what to do more of. I like to know what is working as much as what is not working. By the same token I also like to hear an analysis of my work because I like to know how it is fitting together in other people’s heads. I am far too close to the story as the writer to be able to analyze the way that an outsider would approach it or the kind of assumptions they would make or the kind of feelings they would have about it. But I also understand that there’s no such thing as a single universal experience that everyone will have of the same story. Everyone will have a different opinion and that’s okay. Some people will feel that a certain thing is funny. Other people might not get it. Some people will say to change something. Other people will say to keep it. I just want to know how people are understanding the story (and their reasoning) so I can make these decisions better.
c: he was a nice enough guy, you know ? when we were talking, we were getting along well — but the problem is we were hardly talking. i’d crack a joke or strike up a conversation and he’d have his stupid phone out within a few minutes. like, could you be any more of an antisocial twat? he was… he was just rude.
t: right, he was a tosser. you’ve been there and done that. don’t get so worked up about him — you’re probably never gonna see him again.
c:no shit. i’m not worked up about him. it’s just…
t: it’s just what, cadence ?
c: he couldn’t even manage one hour of paying attention to me. an hour — that’s all i wanted. and you — you got pretty sick of me towards the end, too. am i really that awful to be around ?