i don't even know what i'm making anymore i just get ideas




Disclaimer: Nothing here belongs to me, and belongs to the person who created it. The only thing I own is the plot.

Also, sorry it’s short;;;; I’m writing this while I’m sick and tired and I feel like I’m dying, so I’m just gonna try and get this over with so I can take a nap or just sleep in general =^=

Also, really really sorry. It ended up shorter than I expected. Gosh I’m tired. Anyways, Imm gonna call it done, I don’t know what else to add to it. I’ll probably write something longer in the future

Dipper - Majors in creative writing - 17
Mabel - Majors in mixed media art - 17

Mason - Majors in psychology - 21
Belle - Majors in fashion designer - 21

Tyrone - Majors in sport science - 19
May - Majors in human physiology - 19

(None of the Mabel’s are in it)

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Does it ever hit to you that if a single line wasn’t said by anyone the story would have gone in a completely different direction?

“Just get naked” is a funny one and yeah, very silly. Reading it without any context makes no sense but that’s what makes KLK what it is. of course a odd line would be vital for its story development. The point is, in this scene Ryuuko was about to give up because she just couldn’t take it fighting with Senketsu anymore. The embarrassment being seen with its synchronized form was just too much and the idea of “getting naked” would never cross her mind…. if it wasn’t for Mako.

This line and the very own Mako is what made Kill la Kill what it is. I honestly have no idea what would have happened if this didn’t happen but it certainly made Ryuuko snap out of it and say “I finally get it now. I have to get naked”.

You know what would make Costia’s death even more tragic and heartbreaking for Lexa? If the two of them had had a fight right before Costia was taken.

Like, they are in Lexa’s tent, arguing because Lexa wants to send Costia back to Polis and the girl is completely against the idea. Even if there is a war, she has no intention of leaving Lexa’s side.

“You could get hurt, Costia.”

“I don’t care. My place is next to you, and you know it.” She is stubborn, she has always been.

“You need to listen! The Ice Nation is much different from the other clans. Nia is much more ruthless. I can’t focus if I’m worried about you…”

“You don’t need to worry. I’m not a warrior, I’m not in the battlefield. I want to stay here.”

“It doesn’t matter that you are not a warrior. It’s still dangerous. Tomorrow you will be escorted to–”

“You can’t force me!” Costia interrupts her. “You can’t impose your will on me! I am–”

“YOU ARE A WEAKNESS!” Lexa suddenly yells, all control gone. “I am the Commander, and you are a weakness. I can’t be worried about you all the time!”

Her breathing is ragged once she is done screaming, and as soon as she regains control, as soon as she sees the expression on Costia’s face, the hurt in her eyes, she immediately regrets her words. Her shoulders slump, her entire face softens, she is the opposite of the angry Commander who yelled unjust words to the person she loves the most on Earth.

Lexa opens her mouth to apologize, but she is cut off by a guard entering, and telling that a village has been attacked and Costia, one of the best healers on camp, is required to leave, to go attend the wounded.

“I’ll be out in a moment,” Costia tells to the guard, who quickly leaves. Then she turns to stare back at Lexa with the same pain in her eyes, but also a glint of anger. Lexa has never seen her like this, and it kills her that she was the one to hurt her so much.

“Costia, I’m s–”

“I’ll treat the injured in the village,” Costia interrupts her with a harshness in her voice that Lexa has never heard before. “After that, I will leave. You will be free of your weakness. I will obey you, Commander…”

Hearing Costia use her title stings more than the burn from her first kill scar. She was never the Commander to Costia. She was Lexa, always Lexa. The Commander belonged to her people, but Lexa belonged to Costia. So, hearing her call her by that title, with coldness in her voice, hurts more than a spear to her chest.

Lexa takes a step forward, extending her hand to take Costia’s, but Costia turns and walks toward the exit.

“Costia, wait! I’m so…” But Costia is already gone, and she is standing alone in her tent, with her arm still up and tears in her eyes.

Lexa spends the next two days between meetings and planning strategies, but a part of her mind is always on Costia. The first thing she’s gonna do is apologize. She is gonna spend all the time it takes making it up to her love for the cruel things she said.

But life is crueler, and on the third day, when Lexa is actually starting to get worried about not receiving any news from Costia, a horse arrives at the camp. A horse with a dead body strapped to it, that Lexa with horror recognizes as the guard who escorted Costia to the village. In his hands, he’s holding a small box with the colors of the Ice Nation.

Lexa’s hands are shaking when she opens it. Her heart stops she sees its contents, when she sees the delicate finger inside. The finger that had gently traced her body infinite times. The finger that, three days before, she had been too slow to grab and kiss.

you know what

i see all these talented artists and future storytellers on this fucking site, making art that represents everything and everyone and proving that you can make amazing fucking stories out of diversity and, well- i see all these negative reactions towards children’s media (actually ANY FUCKING MEDIA) towards even the thought of having a mainstream LGBT and even POC character and you know what i fucking say to that

fucking keep doing what you’re doing 

spread your ideas, create art that represents who you are, show that having a couple tv shows/movies/songs isn’t enough representation and fucking push that shit further, get to the point where our stories are branded with oscars, grammys, emmys, make them realize that we fucking exist, make the people threatening to ‘boycott’ disney for so much as having the idea of a lesbian princess uncomfortable to boycott because it’s not just our ‘agenda’ anymore - it’s 2016 and I still see so much bullshit and anger and just hatred and i’m so sick of it and i can’t fucking wait for this generation of artists to fill our media with our stories.