So… Last week, I got to go to NYC for a school field trip over spring break. It was an art field trip which included tickets to a Broadway musical, which means I GOT TO SEE DEAR EVAN HANSEN!!! It was amazing. Words fail to describe it… Anyway, here’s the opening monologue by Evan.
Dear Evan Hansen,
Today’s going to be an amazing day and here’s why: because… because today, all you have to do is just be yourself. But also confident that’s important and interesting and easy to talk to, approachable, but mostly be yourself that the big, like that’s #1 be yourself… just… ummm… just be true to yourself… Also, don’t worry if your hands are gonna get sweaty for no reason and you can’t make it stop no matter what you do because… because they’re not gonna get sweaty so I don’t even know why you’re bringing it up because it’s not going to happen because you’re just “all you have to do is just be yourself”. I’m not even worried about it though, seriously, because it’s not like, it’s, it’s, it’s not gonna be like that time when you had the perfect chance to introduce yourself to Zoe Murphy at the jazz band concert last year when you waited afterwards just to talk to her and tell her how good she was and- and you were going to pretend to be like super casual like you didn’t even know her name like she would introduce herself and then you’d be like “I’m sorry, I didn’t hear you. Chloe? Is that your name? Chloe?” And then she would be like, “No, it’s Zoe. I said Zoe.” And then you’d be like, “Oh, see. I thought you said Chloe because I’m just-I’m very busy with other stuff right now” something. But… you didn’t even end up saying anything to her anyways because you were scared your hands were sweaty. Which they weren’t that sweaty until you started worrying that they were sweaty, which made them sweaty so you put them under the hand dryer in the bathroom, but then they were still sweaty… they were just very warm now as well.
Awkward Anime Episode 6.1: Wolf Children - Promotional Poster
I love that the personalities of the family are perfectly put across in the promotional poster:
- Holding on to her Mother tightly, never wanting to let go of the one who raised her. You can see the courage in Yuki’s eyes, as if she’s saying “This life will not hold me back in any way. I will handle it”
- His Mum is holding him up. That perfectly puts across him as a person. Those eyes are wary of what’s in front of him as a human, scared of that side of the world, knowing he’ll never fit in.
Notice the difference between the three characters eyes…
- Smiling. Looking head on with her children in her arms, ready to fight for their happiness. She wants them to be humans and live happily, she’ll always be there for them. The smile, is however, not as convincing as you would normally think. A small stern smile, could be seen as forced? I see it as a strong “Fight through pain with smiles” but with the feeling of the unknown in the back of her mind. A remarkably relatable character. Whether you’re a parent or not.
Ame and Yuki’s tails are in no way the same. Yuki’s is smooth, wavy whereas Ame’s hair is ragged and messy.
The young brother’s eyesight also is an indication as to what will be the conclusion of his story. Those eyes, wandering from the sight his Mother and Sister are focusing on. “why are Wolves always the bad guy?”
Yuki wants to fit in, clinging on to her Mother as if she never wants to lose her. Kids don’t like the Wolf Yuki, so she changed her mindset to the point where she does not see herself as a Wolf during her first school year, rather a Human with a defect…
Ame and Yuki are barefoot, being held aloft by their strong-willed Mother who’s feet (that I assume are bare) are proudly planted in the grassy land, wanting to find out more about the wild side of the world, wanting her children to live happily yet diligently as humans…
You see the young boy? Dangling? As if to show that his young innocence will slowly fade as time passes. Even Hana isn’t sure about his Son, not strongly holding him up, hinting at her final grasp on him is slipping…
I will analyse anything 😅 I will also post my full essay on the movie 😅
I'm planning on writing a short story focusing on the main character's life from a young age to adulthood and he's trans and ace. I really don't want to write anything offensive, so I was wondering how to write him without offending anyone.
Marginalised experiences aren’t a monolith, so however you write this character, there is a good chance that it won’t represent the experiences of at least one trans/ace reader.
Is this story #OwnVoices? If not, take a moment to consider why you feel the need to write this particular story. It it a story about being trans/ace or is it a story about a character who just happens to be trans/ace?
Research, research, research. Even if the book you’re writing is #OwnVoices, it’s a good idea to research what other people with the same marginalisation think. Read fiction and non-fiction by and about people with the marginalisation(s) you’re writing about. Read #OwnVoices book reviews. Find out which tropes are harmful. Look for books that have been called out for harmful representation and take note of why.
If you plan on publishing, find sensitivity readers. This is essential. Find trans readers, find ace readers, find trans and ace readers. Pay them, or offer manuscript swaps.
The thing is, despite our best intentions, we end up offending people anyway.
The possibility of offending someone shouldn’t scare you away from writing. That doesn’t mean you should think ‘Hey, someone’s gonna be offended anyway so I’ll write what I want’ but rather if you screw up even after you’ve tried your hardest not to, you apologise, make amends to the best of your ability, then move on.
Synopsis: By chance, you find yourself in the park at 3 am, face to face with your favourite superhero/crush. Whilst you visit the park every morning to see him, you are oblivious to the boy behind the mask making his advances.
A/N: Here’s a new story for you guys! This was meant to be a one-shot but, as you can tell, I got carried away and accidentally started a new series. If you would like part two, please do drop me an ask and/or message.
Your puppy’s barks were so loud that they could be heard throughout the house. But of course, you were the only one actually awake to hear it. It’s not like it had woken you up or anything, you had stayed up late to try and finish your history project which was due in tomorrow morning. You had finished it at around 2am and when you had finally slid into bed your puppy had begun barking.
You reluctantly dragged yourself out of your warm bed and downstairs to the cold hallway. You opened the kitchen door and your puppy ran out, barking even more. When your Dad had brought home the golden retriever pup you were overjoyed. Now the puppy, which you had ironically named Angel, was stealing, even more, hours off your already short sleeping schedule. Angel enjoyed early morning walks and the only one around to walk her was you.
Attaching the lead to Angel’s collar, you slipped on your shoes that were by the door, grabbed your keys and walked out of your house with Angel. You were instantly hit by the cold air of New York. Using your phone as a torch, you made your way to the park that was only five minutes away. Whilst most people would be too afraid to walk through a park at almost three in the morning, you were calmed by the fact that a certain superhero would save you if you were to meet any trouble.
All your friends (other than Michelle) called you crazy for believing that Spider-man would always be there to help. They told you that he can’t save everyone in New York and there was only a 50% chance he would appear if you were in trouble. But that didn’t stop you believing. In a city of peril, Spider-man brought hope to many, including you. You had watched videos, read articles and saved many pictures of him. As well as admiration for the web-slinging hero, you were curious to see who was under the mask. How did he get those powers? How old is he? What’s his name? Did you know him?
Angel suddenly tugged hard on the leash, indicating you had reached the park. You pushed the gate open, Angel panting excitedly. You reached down and unclasped the leash, setting her free. Thankfully Angel was trained and would come back to you when you called. Whilst she ran around the park, you began a leisurely stroll along the main path. The park was empty but not silent. Despite it being three am, New York City was still thriving. If you looked right you could see towards the city centre, which was a beacon of light for the rest of the city. To your left were the sounds of the busy subway filled with late-night workers and party goers. And when you looked up you had the best view. The night sky was at its best. Each star shined brightly, creating shapes that could be interpreted in whatever way you liked. The moon provided a gentle light in the areas of the park not lit up by a street light. The whole atmosphere of early morning New York was exhilarating.
You saw a bench and settled down on it. You looked around to see if Angel was around anywhere. You couldn’t hear any barks or rustling from her running around. Usually, this wouldn’t bother you as Angel would usually come bounding out of a bush or let out a bark or two. But five minutes had passed since you last heard anything from her or had seen her and you began to get worried. You flash your phone’s torch around, to see if she was anywhere nearby but found nothing.
“Angel!” You called out, getting up from the bench.
You heard no barking and saw no sign of moving. The last time you saw her was in the small forest area in front of the bench. You didn’t exactly want to venture between the large trees alone at three am, but you had no other choice.
Meanwhile, Peter Parker swung from tree to tree, clad in spandex. He had spent the night busting some bank robbers and was celebrating in a Tarzan-like fashion. He enjoyed coming to the park at night. It didn’t feel scary at all to be in this park alone. He had the night sky as his company, the moon being his spotlight whilst the stars were his audience. Peter was able to practice new tricks in the empty park without the risk of being spotted without his mask on. Or so he thought.
Peter instantly stopped swinging when he heard the familiar voice. He managed to land quietly despite his surprised state. As he pulled his mask over his head, he heard the voice again, clearer this time. Peter knew he had recognised the voice. But where was it coming from?
(Y/N) stepped out into the dimly lit forest clearing. Peter could feel his cheeks reddening under the mask. What was she doing here?
“Angel? Come on Angel!” She exclaimed a look of stress on her face.
The faint glow of the streetlight nearby shone on (Y/N). Peter noted how the light only accentuated her beautiful face. He couldn’t help but stare at his crush.
(Y/N) (L/N) had been the girl on Peter’s mind for nearly three months now. When Liz Allen had left Midtown High, Peter was heartbroken. He had finally got the girl he wanted so badly, only to lose her almost instantly. It was basically his fault as well- he was the one who caused her Dad to be sent to jail. But it was the right thing to do. He couldn’t endanger the lives of millions over a crush. Peter had soon realised that his crush on Liz wasn’t really what it seemed at the time anyway. Liz was beautiful and so nice but he wasn’t in love with her. It was more admiration. (Y/N), on the other hand, was so, so different. When Michelle had invited her to join the decathlon team he knew she was the one. The one that would please him, the one that would make him happy and the one that he would love. When she introduced herself, he couldn’t help but repeat her name to himself under his breath. He basked in her beauty then and still did now.
“Where are you, Angel?” (Y/N) said to herself.
Peter decided to step out from the trees and find out what you were doing here. He was about to call your name when he realised his appearance. You had no idea that your classmate was standing by you. You would only see Spider-man.
“I’m not an Angel but I could be for you.” Peter heard himself say, instantly cringing at the cheesy pickup line.
You turned around, trying to find the source of the voice. Your gasped aloud open when you saw your favourite Superhero standing in front of you. He looked quite awkward, leaning against a tree with one hand on his hip. You took a moment to take in the person before you. Spider-man was actually quite short, possibly only five feet seven or eight. He wasn’t incredibly muscular but still looked as if you might find him in the gym over by the weights. You couldn’t see his face but it felt as if he was smiling at you.
“Sorry, that was way too cheesy.” Spider-man spoke again and you noted that his voice sounded like a teenage boy.
“It-It’s okay.” You stammered.
“So, erm, what are you doing out here so late?” The hero asked you, walking out into the clearing to stand with you.
“My puppy. She loves an early morning walk.” You replied.
“Your puppy?” Spider-man questioned.
“Her name’s Angel. At the moment I don’t know where’s she got to. You haven’t seen a golden retriever puppy, have you?” You said, looking around again.
“No, but I can definitely help you find her. I have the advantage of a Birdseye view.” He offered you.
“Thank you! I’ll continue down here as you know, I don’t have the advantage.” You replied, earning a laugh from the hero.
You watched a Spider-man shot a web from his wrist and swung up into the tree. Once he was out of view you took a started taking deep breaths. Spider-man had just spoken to you. SPIDER-MAN. Not only had he spoken to you but he used a pick-up line on you. And now he was helping you find your puppy.
You finally began to look around again for Angel. As you reached the edge of the forest you still saw no sign of your puppy. You looked up to see if Spider-man was around but you saw no sign of him either. You were alone once again. Letting out a sigh, you began walking back through the forest and back to the bench you were sitting on.
Suddenly, you heard a bark followed by the voice of Spider-man. You quickly ran out of the forest and saw Angel scurrying around the feet of the masked hero. He looked up as you approached him and gave you a thumbs up. You smiled in return, crouching down to your puppy.
“Thank you so much! My parents would’ve killed me if I lost her.” You exclaimed, hooking the leash back onto Angel’s collar.
“No problem. It’s what I’m here for!” Spider-man returned.
“So, you help a lot of girls to find their puppies at three in the morning?” You asked, looking up at him.
“No!” He said quickly, earning a smile from you. “Just you.”
Silence followed your words. You stood up, Angel already tugging on the leash. Spider-man still stood in front of you. You wondered what the expression on his face was right now. And why he offered to help you. Surely there were more important jobs than you not being able to find your puppy. When he had offered, it made him seem like an old friend. The way he spoke to you was friendly and somewhat calming. He was everything that you expected and more. And you were probably never going to see him again.
“Well, I suppose I should say goodbye now. I need to try and fit in a few hours’ sleep before school tomorrow.” You said.
“Oh yeah, school. I should probably do the sa- I mean go and find more people to save.” He replied.
“Thank you again. Hopefully, I shouldn’t need your help again, if this one behaves tomorrow.” You began. “I never actually asked where you found her.”
“She was over by the rose bush. And do you mean to say you’ll be returning?” Spider-man asked, sounding hopeful.
“Most likely yes. Why? Will you be returning?” You questioned him, already thinking of meeting him again.
“Only if you are.” He answered.
You raised your eyebrows at him before letting out a short laugh. You waved at the masked hero before walking towards the park gate. You were suddenly very grateful for your puppy’s love of early morning walks.
Peter awoke, still buzzing from the events from earlier this morning. Out of everyone he could’ve met in the park at three am, he would’ve never expected to see (Y/N). Even though she had no idea it was him, he was so excited to actually speak to her. Other than a few awkward conversations here and there, Peter hadn’t really spoken to (Y/N) too much. He mainly stared at her in the hopes she would somehow realise he liked her. But of course, that hadn’t worked. But now he had a way to speak to her. He could hear a part of himself saying that Spider-man wasn’t a party trick but this wasn’t really a party trick. It was his only way to speak to his crush. Peter was sure anyone else would do the same. Right?
As Peter got ready to leave, he found himself feeling excited to go to school. His encounter with (Y/N) had given him a newfound confidence. The decathlon team all had the same free period today and were going to use it to meet up. This meant Peter would have a chance to speak to his crush, minus the mask this time.
“Hey everyone. So, Nationals are next week and we still need to brush up on Physics and Chemistry. Peter can help on Physics and Ned can help out with chemistry.” Michelle announced before sitting down again.
Everyone began flipping through their textbooks and talking amongst themselves. Peter looked opposite him to (Y/N) who was looking at her physics book with a strong look of confusion. She pouted her lips as she flipped the page. This was his chance.
“(Y/N)?” He said, a blush already beginning to form on his cheeks.
“What’s up Peter?” She asked, giving him a friendly smile.
“Y-you seem confused. I wondered if you n-needed any help?” He stuttered.
“That would be amazing Peter! I’m so bad at Physics and I haven’t really had much time to revise.” (Y/N) replied.
“I’m sure you’re not bad.” Peter mumbled, unable to let her put herself down.
“Trust me, Peter, I’m bad. If I had time maybe I wouldn’t be. But school just loves to give out Homework.” She sighed.
“That I can agree with. I barely get any sleep these days.” Peter said, thinking of how he struggled to balance school life and his superhero duties.
“On top of homework, my new puppy loves to be walked at two am. Although, this morning’s walk was kind of worth the lack of sleep.” (Y/N) added, a smile playing at her lips.
Peter felt himself smile at her words. (Y/N) seemed to have enjoyed their encounter as much as he had. She seemed happier than usual and it thrilled Peter to know that he was the reason. Or at least his superhero persona was the reason.
“W-why was it worth it?” He managed to ask.
“Well, I thought I shouldn’t tell anyone but I’ve already told Michelle and Betty so I might as well tell you as well.” (Y/N) began, before leaning over so her mouth was by his ear.
“I met Spider-man!” She whispered excitedly.
(Y/N) leant back in her seat, the sunlight streaming through the window and onto her face. Her natural glow was enhanced by the sun. Peter couldn’t help but stare at her with a sappy grin on his face. She was truly beautiful.
“You don’t believe me, do you?” (Y/N) stated, a sadness in her voice.
“Oh no, I do believe you! I was just a little shocked that’s all.” Peter managed to save himself
“I was as well! I’ve never seen anyone in the park when I’ve walked Angel before, so when I saw Spider-man out of all people- I was so surprised.” She gushed.
“What was he like?” Peter inquired casually.
“Everything you could want. Kind, funny, friendly,” (Y/N) started to say before stopping. “Sorry, I feel like I sound like I’m in love with him.”
“Aren’t you?” Betty leaned over and added, a smirk on her face.
Both Peter and (Y/N) blushed whilst Betty laughed. Peter gulped, seeing the look of embarrassment on (Y/N)’s face.
“Well, you do go on about him an awful lot. That’s all I have to say.” Betty stated before turning back to her own conversation.
(Y/N) looked at Peter, who stared at her like a deer caught in headlights. She brushed a piece of hair behind her ear before talking again.
“I’m not in love with Spider-man. I just admire him a lot.” She tried to justify herself.
“I-I’m not accusing you of anything (Y/N).” Peter said, feeling his blush deepen.
“I know, I know. Anyway, how could I be in love with someone’s name and face I don’t even know?” (Y/N) replied.
“Well, I don’t know much about love but from what I’ve heard it’s about personality over looks.” He suggested to her.
“I suppose so. Anyway, you should probably start teaching me physics!” (Y/N) said, eager to change the conversation subject.
Peter smiled at his crush, incredibly satisfied by the fact that they were talking.
Please me Parul, a young princess of the Sirenia Empire and the current ambassador to their new allies, the Clan of the Den-Tree. Awkward at first, Parul is finding it progressively easier to relax among her new friend. She loves dancing but feels she’s no good at it and gets embarrassed if anyone were to catch her dancing by herself at the rives edge.
She met Nirala the Kelpie Herder, at the river that breaks the border between the forest and the plains, as the Naiad lead her herd across the shallows where the large beasts are uncomfortable fully submerging themselves. Nirala is a part-dragon river spirit who hails from the Mists, lured away by a fellow child of the Mists, Alona, she brought her small herd with her to roam the rivers picking up dirt and scavenging around. While her Kelpies move and hunt, they push the currents they have melded with, kicking up loose dirt and herding fish. Nirala, moving in the currents behind them, will pick up interesting items she finds in the river, bringing them to the clan.
Parul was enamored at first sight. As Nirala passed the same spot at a set time every other day, Parul began to wait for her and talk with her. Nirala even began waiting for Parul in turn, taking breaks at a specific spot, excited to hear more stories from the young Guardian. As Parul got close to Nirala she increasingly ended up butting heads with the only male Kelpie and Nirala’s right-hand-man in the herd, Ekuriv. Literally, at one point. She headbutt him when he charged at her and got in her face. The two girls still laugh about it, tho Parul made Nirala swear secrecy, getting embarrassed at the idea of that story getting spread around.