cliche

I’m looking forward to the day where I can be that cliche girl that studies and gets shit done in a coffee shop or library, with my head always in a book and daydreams filling my head. Just imagine. A cup of coffee to the left, books stacked high beside you, knowing you’ve accomplished so many things, and that feeling that you’re finally getting somewhere. And you’re okay for once in your life. You’re okay.

Beat the Cliche- Chosen One

One of the well known cliches in writing is the ‘Chosen One.’ The one person prophesied to save the world.

But what if?


A Chosen One, prophesied by the dark side, to help destroy the world.

One prophecy, and the light and dark forces must race to find this Chosen One and bring them to their side.

Two Chosen Ones, battling against each other to fulfil their prophecy first.

The Chosen One died before the events of the prophecy started.

The Chosen One hasn’t been found, so a fake is appointed to ease the worlds worries.

The Chosen One is in fact the main villain, yet no one knows.

get yourself someone who will do all the good shit with you, the good cheesy shit. the kind of shit like hoping the ferris wheel will stop at the top and watch movies in a car park and share popcorn all night and cuddle non stop. just get you someone who makes you feel happy.

“Well, as weird as this movie has been, I’ll give it props for one thing... it didn’t end with an ‘it was all just a dream’ cliché.”

Carl the Animator: “Hey, Ted, guess what this next storyboard is.”

Ted the Animator: “…no way.”

Carl the Animator: “Yes way.”

Ted the Animator: “Oh, come on!”

Carl the Animator: “Everything after they passed out from the teacups ride was a dream.”

Ted the Animator: “That’s so– wait, what about the earlier shenanigans with the bad guy? A lot of crazy stuff happened before they slept!”

Carl the Animator: “She was revealed to just be a security lady who stole a KISS laboratory prototype zero-G belt.”

Ted the Animator: “…well, that’s definitely the weirdest sentence I’ve heard all week.”

Carl the Animator: “And I hadn’t even gotten to the prototype smelly red fog emitter.”

Ted the Animator: “What I want to know is how she could so perfectly contr–… hold up, didn’t she shoot energy blasts before Shaggy and Scooby slept?” 

Carl the Animator: “Actually, I think she did, yeah.”

Ted the Animator: “…didn’t KISS have magical powers before that, too?”

Carl the Animator: “I, uh… ah, yup, here we go. In the next scene, they reveal ‘em again to Shag and Scoob.”

Ted the Animator: “So, they did have those powers after all, and the movie went with the ‘It Was All Just A Dream (Or Was It?!?)’ motif just as an excuse to have all that crazy stuff towards the end.”

Carl the Animator: “I’m guessing in the writers’ room, they started with ‘let’s have a scene where Gene Simmons is proud of Shaggy and Scooby for breathing fire’ and worked backwards from there.”

Ted the Animator: “…ironically, all this insane nonsense is starting to make me feel like this experience w–”

Carl the Animator: “HOLD UP, DAPHNE’S MAKING OUT WITH PAUL STANLEY!!!”

Ted the Animator: “Wait, really? …wait, who?”

Carl the Animator: “The guy with the star over his eye!”

Ted the Animator: “Oh, him? That’s random.”

Carl the Animator: “I mean, Daphne was flirting with him nonstop.”

Ted the Animator: “She was? When?”

Carl the Animator: “…literally any scene they were together throughout the entire movie?”

Ted the Animator: “Ok, admittedly, I’m not the most observant in such areas.”

Carl the Animator: “I’m just confused about Daphne and Fred’s relationship… I mean, I’m no expert in Scooby-Doo canon, but from what I was told, it seemed they were semi-officially an item in the newer shows.”

Ted the Animator: “Yeah, I’m not exactly well-versed in the ‘shipping lore of this later stuff.”

Carl the Animator: “I mean, this whole movie, Fred’s been freaking out at Daphne fawning over Paul, and then she straight-up snogs ‘em for a good while… sure doesn’t look like she and Fred are a thing.”

Ted the Animator: “Guess not… wouldn’t you know it, the one script that gets sent to us in Polish is the one with all these mysterious plot details.”

Carl the Animator: “Wait wait wait, there’s more!”

Ted the Animator: “Ooh?”

Carl the Animator: “Fred’s all mopey, and they talk for a little bit…”

Carl the Animator: “…then she kisses him…”

Carl the Animator: “…after, I might add, flirting nonstop and making out in front of him, intensely, with the rhythm guitarist of KISS…”

Carl the Animator: “…and now he’s perfectly happy again?

Ted the Animator: “Oh.”

Carl the Animator: “And then the movie just ends?!

Ted the Animator: “I feel like this is gonna send conflicting messages to the kids watching at home.”

Carl the Animator: “All things considered… I wasn’t expecting ‘it’s ok if your love interest wants to also make out with a 65-year-old guitarist in facepaint’ to be the moral of the story, but hey, I guess Freddy’s a flexible guy.”

Ted the Animator: “…I…”

Carl the Animator: “…huh?”

Ted the Animator: “…I just… thought of something….”

Carl the Animator: “Yeah?”

Ted the Animator: “…if everything after Shaggy and Scooby passed out was a dream… then the first time they ‘woke up’ was a dream as well…”

Carl the Animator: “…uh-huh?”

Ted the Animator: “…so, does that mean they both dreamed this scene, too?”

Carl the Animator: “I… uh…”

Ted the Animator: “…”

Carl the Animator: “Y’know… some questions just shouldn’t have answers.”

Ted the Animator: “…I’m gonna take the plot’s advice, and pretend that us being hired to animate this movie was all just a dream.”

Pode me mandar mensagem as 4 da madrugada dizendo que tá com saudades. Pode me ligar as 7 horas da manhã de um domingo, pedindo para me ver. Pode me chamar pra tomar um banho de chuva num sábado a tarde. Pode me mostrar aquela música que você ouviu e lembrou de mim. Pode me indicar aquele livro que você leu e pensou “ela vai adorar”. Pode demonstrar o que sente. Eu não ligo, eu gosto. Não vou ficar pagando de coração de gelo. Amo um mimo, amo um carinho, uma mensagem fofa, um beijo inesperado, amo ser pega de surpresa com algo bom. Amo muito todas essas coisas que as pessoas consideram “clichê”. Talvez eu tenha nascido na época errada, enquanto todo mundo só quer saber de festas, pegação, sexo, bebidas, drogas… Eu só quero a paz de um abraço, o amor de um beijo na testa, o carinho de um “bom dia, meu amor” pela manhã. Eu só quero um amor verdadeiro. É pedir muito?
—  Fica um pouquinho?