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Anonymous asked:

I’m best with either describing what I see vividly OR writing conversations. I have a hard time narrating actions, switching between environment and characters. And pacing the plot. Is there a “rule of thumb” or a warning point to show when I should cut something off or keep it going?


This is a pretty broad question. Your best bet is to just start reading a wide variety of books and pay attention to how they’re written. Reading is honestly the best crash course in writing, because the more you read, the more you’ll understand about how stories work, what works, and what doesn’t.

For balancing action, exposition, and dialogue, see: 

Balancing Description and Dialogue
Balancing Exposition and Action

For describing actions: 

Describing Actions 

For transitioning between action and exposition:

Transitioning Between Action and Exposition

For pacing, see this post.

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But you don’t understand how much I want the baby to be Adam’s. Rebecca and Adam hooking up. Him thinking he’s got nothing to worry about on the cheating front because Vic only knows about that one kiss with Vanessa and he can’t possibly be the kid’s father. Vic overhearing a conversation between Adam and Bex months ago which is why she wouldn’t forgive him and plotting her revenge. And then it all comes out. Vic and Robert plotting separately to bring down the Whites. It all going horribly wrong. The baby turns out to be Adam’s. Cue meltdowns from Vic, Robert and Aaron and Adam running for the hills.

anonymous asked:

I really want to know about the less obvious Humanities tbh. Like, what about the Women's Studies majors and the African American Studies or the LGBTQ/Queer Studies majors? Does EU even have those sorts of classes?

As a standard and generally well-ranked liberal arts school, I can’t imagine it doesn’t offer these and similar majors! But I don’t think any of them as a whole have a specific relation with the Gentry in the way that, for example, the chemistry department or the music department does. Student involvement with the Fair Folk would be based more on the individual students themselves than their affiliation with a certain major.

However, something that I think would be… not necessarily unique to these majors, but more prevalent, would be that the Gentry often just Do Not Understand. Some things - stories, music, medicine, law - cross between cultures pretty easily. But these majors dealing with human politics and biases and history specifically need more explanation. It doesn’t help that so much time has passed since the Gentry could walk the real world freely - they lack a lot of the first-hand context needed even if they do discover an interest in these majors. In some ways our cultures are as incomprehensible to them as theirs are to us (although precious few will admit it).  

it turns out that with a smartphone and a sufficient amount of dedication you can read an entire story in a language that you not only don’t understand but also don’t even have the ability to type into a translation device because its script is heavily logographic and also the MOST COMPLEX WRITING SYSTEM IN THE WORLD. the future is NOW. the babel fish is real and i’m carrying it around in my pocket

Okay, okay. No matter what kind of bad things Chris did. I cant agree with you on like “He did bad, he has no emotions or feelings”

LMAO, EVEN THE MOST DESPICABLE MAN CAN LOVE OR LOVED BY SOMEONE. 

I DONT KNOW WHAT KIND OF STORIES THAT YOU LOVED OR YOU WATCHED OR YOU READ, BELIEVE ME EVEN EVIL CAN HAVE FEELINGS.

BELIEVE ME, HE IS GOOD CHARACTER YOU CAN LOVE HIM, EVEN KNOWING WHAT KIND OF THINGS HE DID.

BELIEVE ME, HE LIKES NINA EVEN IF HE IS SUCH GENIUS MATURE ON HIS OWN WAY, HE IS STILL CHILD AT HEART.

PLEASE SEE THE WHY CREATORS CHOSEN LOVE IN COEXISTENCE STORY.

PLEASE SEE THAT WHY THIS CRUEL MAN IS BIGGEST PART OF THIS COEXISTENCE.

PLEASE SEE AND UNDERSTAND WHAT THIS STORY STANDS FOR.

WHAT IS COEXISTENCE, WHY LOVE TAKE PART?

PLEASE SEE WHY OUR DEAR KAISAR WANTED BOTH AZAZEL AND CHARIOCE TO STOP.

THIS IS STORY ABOUT COEXISTENCE, JUST WITH CHARIOCE’S DEATH NOT EVERYTHING GONNA BE SOLVED.

BOTH SIDES HAVE OWN CRUEL SIDES AND NICE SIDES.

IT IS JUST THAT BOTH SIDES CANT SEE IT.

BUT WHY WE NEED CHARACTERS LIKE KAISAR AND NINA? THEY ARE BOTH NAIVE BUT STILL TRUE TO WHAT THEY BELIEVE IN.

IF YOU CANT SEE IT YOURSELF, GIVE IT TO THE CHARACTERS.

Intra Unum Diem Vitae - Chapter 12

A Noctis fanfiction

Title Translation: One more day inside this life

Story summary: Even the greatest prophecy has an addition, much like the heart is connected to every artery and vein. This prophecy is no different. Every decision makes a different outcome. You read it wrong, you choose the wrong path, you’re lost. But choose it correctly, and you’ll get there. This is a story of consequences. A story of belonging and understanding. But, most importantly, it is a story of one more day inside this life.

Chapter Summary: During her recovery, Noctis tries to make things a little easier for her through forms of comfort whilst he remembers times where he switched roles and helped her.

Prologue | Chapter 01: The Fall | Chapter 02: Lost  | Chapter 03: Memories  | Chapter 04: Explain  | Chapter 05: Feelings | Chapter 6: Moving On | Chapter 7: Unease and awoken feelings | Chapter 08: Breaking News | Chapter 9:  Safe at last | Chapter 10: Untrustworthy| Chapter 11: Astral of the Earth | Chapter 12: Recovery

Words: 3, 369

Note: I missed the flashbacks. So the flashbacks made a return. I’m not so happy about this chapter about from the flashbacks. I had to write this three times so it’s probaby not the best I could have done.

PLEASE COMMENT - Anything about this fic really helps me out and with each chapter there’s less love which is heartbreaking for me since I’m super passionate about this fic. You’d be surprised with how long it takes to me to write a chapter. Comments are also a great motivator. Come one guys, no one should have to ask for comments to get them.

Again, if you can think of any songs for this couple send them my way. And if you wanna be tagged, lemme know because I’m always up for tagging more people and I’m a shy smol bean who always thinks they’re pestering people (so if I have stopped tagging you in things that’s probably why - or it’s because you weren’t checking out the post if we go for my impatient side of life).

Tagging: @chocohoess @cerasusazule @themissimmortal  @jojopitcher @final-fantasy-xv-imagines and @bluefirefox23! Thank you for any kind things you’ve told me about this fic. I really appreciate it and I love you all.



Insomnia, the crown city of Lucis, a place of safety and prosperity, of acceptance and understanding, had forgotten the traumatic events of what had happened only two months prior. They had forgotten all but one detail: the prince was now paralysed waist down. Yet, that wasn’t all that happened. People had lost their lives to the daemon attack, and one person was lucky to make it out alive. For, a short while after aiding him, her adrenaline had passed and she collapsed suddenly.

Most of her injuries were small scratches, with very little (four at most) being deep enough to cause scaring, and only one of those were nearly fatal. Although she was making a quick recovery, it was clear, even to Noctis, that she wasn’t ready enough for being set to work by the maids. Some of them were very kind and only give her the smallest of tasks – such as taking a letter to King Regis or the head of the Crownsguard – and others would ask if she was okay to do it, knowing full well that recovery isn’t always linear.

But others? The ones he hated most of all? They had no care – ‘take this 5 kg box up three flights of stairs as quickly as possible – no buts’. They wouldn’t ask how she was, and they wouldn’t take the time to gauge her recovery. It was just ‘get this done with no excuse’. People like this were more common than he thought; they were more common that the kindest of hearts.

Noctis could tell it affected her as she pushed him along as he sat in his wheelchair: she was quiet except for limited sighs, and she had eaten very little breakfast that morning. It was clear that she was tying her hardest to hide it from him, and it would have worked had he not been her best friend for four years. She’d been looking after him for the past month ‘a distraction to help my own recovery’ she had explained, though he doubted that: he just had this gut feeling (which was ninety per cent true as her father had told him a hint if her real reasoning) that she was far more worried about him.

In turn though, he was concerned for her: after all, she was keeping not only himself in check, but his father, too.

“Airlea, take this box of veg to the –“

“She’s busy, Mister Aurum.” He quickly interrupted the man. Noctis knew it was going to be something that would only set her back again and, to be quite frank, he’d had enough of it. “She’s got injuries to recover from.”

“Noctis –“ He rose a hand to pause her.

“’She’s made a quick recovery’ you’re thinking, but she hasn’t recovered.”

“Noctis, please –“

“If I don’t stick up for you, you’re going to make yourself worse all over again.” He looked at her, midnight blues piercing her own eyes. He was going to stand his ground and protect her just like he said he would.

“Noctis, I think that’s enough for now.” He froze at his father’s voice. The King was calm despite the fists behind his back, and that was when he was at his scariest. “Mister Aurum, I do hope you aren’t making this charming young woman carry that heavy box of food whilst she’s still recovering.”

“O-Of course not, sire.”

Regis looked at him. He knew. He knew all too well. He leaned forward. “If I hear about this type of behaviour from you again, I will not give any mercy and you will be out searching for a job that is not within the citadel. Am I understood?”

“Y-Yes. Sire.”

“Take your leave. And carry the box yourself. You have arms do you not?” Once Mister Aurum had  left, Regis sighed and looked at Noct. “Noctis.”

“Dad, I know it was none of my business but –“

“I’m not mad at you son.” And he knelt down. “You were very brave to stick up for Airlea.” And he smiled. “And Airlea,” he turned his attention to the Sicarius. “Remember that your health comes before your kindness.” He took her hand within both of his. “Your kindness is not to be used: it is to be earned. It is a very rare kindness in this world and we would all hate it if you were hurt because of it.”

Noctis smiled and placed his head on her arm. “Yeah. We don’t want you being hurt.” And then Airlea laughed, and both boys smiled.

It had been a full week of waiting for news on the whereabouts of the Regalia and Noctis had taken it upon himself to look after Airlea. As of currently, he had decided to take her out for a wonder whilst Gladio searched for a suitable place to have a picnic, Prompto trying to come up with ideas upon how to make something romantic, and Ignis was, of course, preparing the food.

It wasn’t exactly the ideal time to go on a date, but, truth be told, he just wanted to see her real smile. Not the fake one she had been wearing as of late, he wanted the real Airlea. She had been a little quieter and less likely to back chat Gladio – which worried the shield to no end. And then she was barely eating, which worried Ignis, and she wasn’t answering her phone (which wasn’t really all that different but considering the calls were from Audacia….).

It came to a point where Noctis actually had a phone call from Audax (who was using Audacia’s phone and it was beyond him how she got his number). He was upset and angry at Airlea, and practically threatened never to talk to her again. Of course, this meant Noct spent a good half hour persuading him to talk to her and explaining the whole situation. You have no idea how much charge that took out of his phone.

Airlea was able to walk now, though she would tire easily. And it was just a miracle that she didn’t break any bones – possibly through managing to bring up a protective barrier to limit the damage dealt – and only suffered through bruising.

“Can we… stop… for a minute.”

Noctis looked at her. They were nearly back at the chocobo farm, there was no point in stopping. So he cracked a smile as he paused and, instead of letting her take a seat, he picked her up easily, carrying her bridal style as he walked.

“Noctis. Put me down. I swear to the gods above if you do not put me down I will – “ He silenced her with a brief kiss.

He chuckled at her frown and he cradled her to him. “Light as a feather.”

“Seriously though Noct, your slouch is already terrible. Carrying me isn’t going to help your back.”

“I can stand up straight perfectly fine. It’s just uncomfortable.” He smiled at her, face relaxed. Really his back had never fully recovered from it’s injuries and it was as good as it was ever going to be. He was thankful though that she still looked out for it and didn’t just let it slide so easily – but it did greatly annoy him. Especially when she looked at him with furrowed brows and another frown. “I promise my back will survive carrying you all the time.”

“But – “

“Stop being dramatic, Sicarius. It doesn’t suit you.” And he kissed her forehead.

Noctis felt so lucky when she just relaxed into his hold and smiled. He felt lucky to have her. And for a change, it was him looking after her. For a good few months she pushed him in wheelchair, and now it was him carrying her. He had always tried to be her shoulder, but it was difficult when she just kept running. He gathered she had the same experiences when it came to helping him, but she seemed to find ways to go about it: hanging out together, giving him her food if he had none. He couldn’t really do much but invite her round to his apartment and just sleep round or play video games. It wasn’t exactly his ideal form of helping her out. After all, playing games wouldn’t allow him the chance to carry her burdens for a while whilst she held his.

“Hey, Airlea. You can always come on over. I’m free tonight.”

The words had tumbled from his lips before he could stop himself. It had been a few months since her father had passed, and the affects were still seeping into her blood stream. Slowly, but surely, she was returning to her normal self: but she was still numb to certain conversations, stares still blank whilst they walked through the park on the way to his apartment block.

“Alright. But I don’t have any spare change of clothes on me.”

Her reply was instant. For once, it was certain. And he swallowed. “It’s fine. I have plenty of clothes you can just shimmy into.”

“I’d get swallowed up by them.” She cracked a smile and he laughed. It was a bright day: clear skies with the summer temperatures rising.

“I’m not as big as Gladio, don’t exaggerate.” His case was being carried over his shoulder, sweat prickling at both of their backs and foreheads: blazers were compulsory and they were too lazy to take them off – especially since it helped to cover the haphazardly tucked in shirts. “I’m sure your mother could bring stuff over.”

“It would probably be my grandpa. Mum’s at the doctors having another ultrasound.”

Of course. She was now going to be an older sister and with the child only being a few months away from his due date, her household was a mess. Nothing was ever clear anymore though whilst her mother wasn’t in the right frame of mind, her grandfather had taken it upon himself to be the head of the house and it was what he said goes. He was from her father’s side, forced into retirement by the King due to a fatal injury he received whilst on the front lines a month after King Mor’s death. Though he still worked in the Citadel as a trainer, he was paid well and he was still as lenient now as he was whilst the current King was still a child.

“How’s it going? The pregnancy. I mean.”

Airlea shrugged. “Eh, last I checked it was going okay. Mum’s not been keeping us girls updated: ‘just in case’ she says. She doesn’t want any attachments formed yet. After all the stress that’s been created… she’s thinking ahead. You know. In case he’s still born. He still kicks around though: the dog was trying to sleep with her head on my mum’s tummy and then she just sat up quickly and stared like there was an alien residing in her. It was pretty funny really. That dog just knows.”

Noctis smiled at how happy she sounded. “I’m sure everything will be fine. She did have to put up with my dad for a few months when he arrived back in Lucis from Altissia. I heard from Clarus he was a drama queen with his injuries.”

“Wouldn’t surprise me since he was, like, twenty. And back then my grandpa was still having to risk his job to keep him out of trouble. Though, he probably wasn’t that bad: according to my mum he would have his moments, but every other time he was calm and collected, asking how your mother was. Asking about his father was also a priority. And when news came that Mors died, he was ready from what life was to throw at him.”

Yeah. That sounded more like his father than whatever story Clarus tried telling him. “Your father was there, too, right?”

“Of course. He was a rapscalian apparently. Mum used to hate him, but she saw behind the façade after a while. I believe it was the coronation where they got together, skipped every single base doing so, and they just stayed together. They do say opposites attract.”

How opposite was he and Airlea? She was fursicious, he was sarcastic. She was modest, he was egotistical. She was fearless, yet anxious constantly. She went with the flow yet she would plan the order of what rides they went on at an amusement park. He room was messy, her fighting stance refined. Although she’d say she would quit, she just continues like the thought never crossed her mind. He admired her courage, her optimism. There was always a silver lining in her eyes. And he knew that the day where she saw no silver cloud, it would be the day the world as they knew it collapsed. And he knew that the day she would cry, and only cry, would be the day he would die.

“Opposites, hm.” He mumbled quietly before looking at her with a boyish grin. “Would you grandpa let you stay round?”

“Yeah. He’d just have to call me when my mum wants me home.” She shrugged. “You free on the weekend?”

“Should be. If not I can carve away some time.” He tilted his head. “Why?”

“Grandpa’s taking me camping, said you and Prompto could come as well if you’d like?”

“I’ll make sure to let my dad know.” He grinned and passed the Sicarius her phone (which he kept in his pocket due to her lack of one) and he gave her his best smile. One which her knew she couldn’t refuse. She rolled her eyes and contacted her Grampa and a few moments later she passed him her phone again. “So?”

“Grampa was with my mum and she said it was fine so long as I was back before lunchtime tomorrow – apparently she’s taking us somewhere or something I don’t know. Though, maybe Audacia and Ignis have planned something… she likes doing that. Or maybe your Dad’s being sneaky again…”

“Wha – “

“Last week I was meant to see Prompto and help him with his maths homework. I had to cancel because mum said she ‘had plans’ last minute. I was about to go out the door. So I sat down on the sofa, as you do, and let Prompto know that I could help him over text instead. And then low and behold this chocobo with a walking stick walked in, tried doing the chocobo dance which failed goddamn terribly, and I had to hold him upright. After a few minutes of being fed up, I decided to unmask this mascot. Found out it was your dad escaping his duties because it was just the same old bickering. This meant I had to help him out of this mascot and then he decided to take me out for a driving lesson whilst giving me a heart to heart.” She looked at him. “Has he ever done that to you?”

“Not as embarrassing as that, no… He must have finally reached midlife crisis.”

“Anyway, so Audacia’s bringing up my things – which I’m terrified about because she always forgets to bring my pjs. Last month I stayed round Prompto’s, right? It was an on the spot decision considering he had five homeworks due for the next day. She legit forgot pyjamas were a thing so I had to ask Ignis to bring some up – well, I asked her but she had no idea where they were so Ignis just brought up some of her clothes that she didn’t wear anymore.”

“So yesterday when she asked me to bring up her stuff since she was around Iggy’s, I ‘forgot’ her clothes. She asked me to get them and I said ‘you have a boyfriend, where his clothes’. She came back home in one of his t shirts and she looked ridonkulous.”

So Noctis had zoned out part way through the story. Thing is, he loved her and he was happy knowing that she was happy and everything, but just knowing that she stayed round Prompto’s made his blood…not exactly boil but it came close. And he had no utter idea why he was jealous.
“If she forgets I have ten pairs of pjs you can where.”

Airlea looked at him in surprise. And he felt his cheeks burn. Damn puberty is a horrid thing that makes you have deep feelings for people and you just open your mouth without thinking. Noctis was currently having those feelings. And he knew they would never stop.

Sure enough though, Audacia did forget Airlea’s pyjamas and he just went into his draw and chucked her one of his pyjama tops. He chuckled when it landed on her face.

“Dude, I can’t see.” She was walking around his room, trying to find his bed so she could just have someplace to stop. Her arms were in front of her, feet shifting across the floor. Somewhen, she had managed to stub her toe on his desk, her legs stumbling.

Noctis automatically held his arms out and stopped her from falling, his pyjama top falling from her face and onto the floor. Her has was unruly now, her eyes bright with amusement. She had a light bruise to her lip from her training session with Ignis the night before and the scar on her left eyebrow was a horrid reminder of the daemon attack. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I live thanks to you, Noct.” He saw her cheeks flush lightly and she stared at her hands, her followed her gaze and swallowed at the realisation that they were extremely close. He turned his head awkwardly to one side.

“I’ll always save you when you need saving.”

“Back atcha.” Airlea smiled up at him and he smiled right back.

It was night time now. The search had been put on hold, his whole plan had to be cancelled due to the rain that fell continuously. He was led on his back in the bed, Airlea to one side, being cradled between his left arm and his side. He rubbed the back of her hand with his thumb, knowing that it would help her sleep.

She had been struggling as of late, but tonight, it seemed that it was working. Though she had quickly woken up with sweat beading on her back and forehead: a nightmare or an unforgettable memory had probably found her, she was relatively at peace. She was still. Quiet. As if she was contemplating life and it’s meaning. Yet, she was also allowing the sweetest gestures he gave overrule her fears.

“Noct?”

He looked at her. “Yeah?”

“Think I could go with you to get the Regalia?”

He breathed out an inaudible sigh. “Not when you’re recovering.” He pressed his lips to her forehead and brought her had around his midriff, his other hand weaving through her hair. He had a feeling she was going to ask – being left behind had been something that she fretted over. She didn’t like feeling alone: it reminded her of everything she tried to banish from her memory.

“Fair enough.” She shrugged a little.

“Not going to persuade me to let you?”

“Why try when it’s a valid point? Going out like this… it’ll only make things worse. Even if I’m recovered from then it would be ideal to sit it out, right?”

He could hear the tiniest hint of hurt. “Airlea, I wish you could come along, too, but –“

“Noctis…” She looked up at him, hand on his cheek. Her palm was warm and her tired smile was kind. “No need to beat yourself up over it. I’ll just miss you more.”

“I’ll miss you more.”

“I think when you get back, we should go back to Lestallum and have –“

“I think Ignis should drive and we can just be like this in the back.” He grinned boyishly. “What says you?”

“I say maybe.”

“Maybe?”

“Depends how long you take.” She curled herself further into him, legs becoming an entangled mess with his. Her breath ghosted over his neck and he swallowed thickly. Woman, stop. Just… stop being cute like this. He was dying and it appeared no one could save him from this overload.

steph-oliveira  asked:

Hey honey 😍😍 Everytime you post a chapter and I read it, I stay more addicted! In this chapter I was feeling the fears of the the reader... Like she was afraid for being "the bad girl" when it's over... But I think that it was great that she helped him get through the situation! (I'm sorry if I didn't express myself well) I loved it as usual!! Love you Amy ❤ Waiting for Monday 💕💕

That’s good! I want you to be addicted to the series, because then you’ll be coming back to read for me, haha.

Believe me, the reader definitely has her share fair of fears and you’ll see them and understand her more as the story continues. You’ll also understand why she wants to help people. She’s not doing it because it’s Cody Christian, but because of the morals she believes in, regardless her morals on sleeping around, haha.

Anyways, as always, thank you for reading and leaving me such positive and sweet feedback, Steph. You are the greatest! Love ya! 😘

ace-the-martyr  asked:

So I'm writing a story with a trans character in it and I was wondering if you've done anything or could do anything on how to write a trans character, being a cis person myself? I'm not trying to make a big deal out of them being trans, I just want to make sure I don't do anything that might offend people ...

I’d recommend interviews with teams people to understand their stories and what it’s really like. Just remember that the character is a person above all else.

anonymous asked:

why the fuck are you getting hate for sharing a personal experience with the intention of helping a teenage girl??? there was clearly manipulation involved and you should NOT feel at fault for what that guy did to you.

I don’t feel at fault at all, I just feel sad because some people failed to understand the message in the story I shared and are instead shaming me for having a sexual interaction with someone I was in love with.

  • Male Writer: Ah, anniversary jokes are so funny. Because chicks always hate it when you don't remember anniversaries! A plus gold very original
  • Male Writer: Mother in laws amirite?
  • Male Writer: My male character who is an author insert of myself pines after a woman I used to pine after in high school. Then they have sex. This is good literature.
  • Male Writer: Ugh female books are so romance filled
  • Male Writer: And girl fanfics, so mary suey
  • Male Writer: Now listen about this original middle aged man who is an expert in everything, suffers from ennui, looks like me, acts like me, and gets all the girls i want.
  • Male Writer: She was sexy in an alluring, boring way, filled with purple prose and riddled with objectification
  • Male Writer: If i make a female character parrot my misogynistic views, they cease to be misogynistic! Are you saying you don't respect my fake female characters opinions, feminists?
  • Male Writer: a good action girl is one who looks hot at all times
  • Male Writer: If the female main character got in an asskicking line, my work is Feminist with a capital F and no one can criticize me
  • Specifically White Male Writer: Heroic tropes are so overdone. I'm going to create a boring white guy with stubble to be a completely original antihero no one has ever seen before TM.
  • Same Guy: It's original because he is a jerk who gets away with bad behavior, just like I wish i could.
  • Another Specifically White Male Writer: It's in my universe to only have white men do things in my book. I mean, don't you care about historical accuracy
  • Same Guy: I mean, it's a generic fantasy verse with no real life time period equivalent and i haven't done any research, but i'm SURE that it's historically accurate. To that dark mideval dragon fighting europe period
  • Same Guy: Where in Europe? Who cares!
  • Male Writer: There is no better way to introduce a female character to a male character than by him saving her.
  • Male Writer: Characters hating each other is good sexual tension!
  • Male Writer: One female character and five male characters is a good team balance
  • Male Writer: If my female character chooses to act in a sexist tropey way, it's not sexist. In fact, because she CHOSE to do it, it is Feminist.
  • Male Writer: I am original

White filmmakers/whiteness in Hollywood is so funnyyyy. They love inserting themselves into stories that have absolutely nothing to do with them and I bet that’s why whitewashing of all these roles happen. And why are they so intent on whitewashing Asian roles?? Like why did we need an American version of Death Note starring white people??? Who asked for Scarlett Eyebrow Raise Johansson to be the Major in Ghost in the Shell? Why are they so selfish??????