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Don’t ever let anyone tell you transformative work is a waste of time.

Honest to god I am so sick of hearing from people that “fanfiction isn’t real writing” and “headcanons are stupid; what’s canon is canon and you can’t change that” and “why are you looking so deep into it so what if there’s subtext it doesn’t mean anything” so I’m gonna tell a story:

When I did theatre in high school, one of the plays we did was Our Town by Thornton Wilder. It’s one of the great American classics; every high school theatre program has probably done it several times, every actor has been in it, read it, seen it, or at least heard of it at some point in their lives. It’s a pretty well known and established piece of literature. So. For those of you who are not familiar with the piece, there is a character called the Stage Manager who serves as a narrator, to provide background information about Grover’s Corners and its inhabitants and to keep the story moving. This character interacts very little with the other characters and speaks in long monologues, some taking up several pages of the script. When my director decided to produce the play, he figured that the Stage Manager had too many lines for a high school actor to memorize, so he split the role into two. The aim was to cast one boy and one girl and to divide the lines up evenly between them. Aside from the fact that there would now be two actors narrating instead of one, nothing would change.

Then, once the rehearsal process began, we started to play. The actors developed a dynamic together that couldn’t be ignored, and somewhere along the line we began to throw around the idea of the two of them being actual characters, rather than some unknown, omniscient being on the stage. We dug deep into the monologues–lines that Wilder had written for no purpose other than to provide information about a fictional town–and found moments that revealed who our stage managers were in the narrative. Eventually we decided on the two of them being a married couple who had lived in the town. We found opportunities for them to turn their narration into a banter, and for them to reveal the love they held for each other and for their town. When we got to the third act of the play, which is set in a graveyard where many of the characters from the previous two acts are buried, we decided to cement this idea with an action that was not written in the script. The play was done in an interpretive manner, so the graveyard was created by having actors sitting on the floor, representing their own gravestones. At the very end of the play, the two stage managers looked at each other, held hands, then sat down together on the stage floor. The narrative was complete; the stage managers were a married couple who had lived and died in Grover’s Corners, and were telling a story that had happened in the town.

The point is, we took a text written in 1938 and put our own unique spin on it based on the transformative thinking skills of everyone involved. We essentially took a headcanon and turned it into a story told entirely in subtext that fit within the canon of the play without changing a single word of the script. We analyzed the text for things that weren’t there, we created meta from those monologues and used it for our canon-compliant fanfic of the play, which we put on stage and called Our Town. The story we told about the stage managers wasn’t there until we pulled it from the text, put there unintentionally by Thornton Wilder and brought to life by a group of imaginative high schoolers.

So yeah, if you want to be a professional writer, you will eventually have to learn to create characters and settings and plots on your own; but aside from that, creating transformative work can give you a unique set of skills that you can use in any situation. Lots of people who try to accept transformative work as valid will treat it like a stepping stone to “real writing,” but they ignore the merits of transformative work alone. Whether you make fanart or fanfic or fanvid, whether you write detailed meta or short headcanons, you are learning to think analytically and creatively. Transformative work is defined as looking at something and imagining it a different way, and that mindset, that way of thinking is important pretty much anywhere you go in life.

So if anyone tells you transformative work is a waste of time, give them a play and ask them to tell a story that’s not in the script. They couldn’t do it, but I bet you could.

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now it’s just you and me in the dark 

Number five. Inspired by “Motel Pool” by Travis Garland. Take a listen while you read. As always, find more of Teyana and Niall here.

It’s been a hell of a week.

Teyana’s been working a string of long shifts at the bookstore for the past several days, and those shifts have seemed to bring in a rainbow of clientele—terribly sweet but indecisive old ladies who she essentially ended up giving a tour of the whole bookstore, irate college students in summer school who wanted to place the blame on her for the texts they’d procrastinated on purchasing and were now out of stock, dudes tapping on the front display window while she was restocking shelves who found it charming to point at her ass and give her a thumbs-up.

She’s been soldiering through, a half hour left in her final shift before a blessed couple of days off (as a thank you from her boss), and then a small child belonging to a parent too engrossed in their cell phone screen to pay attention manages to take down an entire display of Mo Willems books in ten seconds flat. 

Teyana wants to scream.

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hey so i just finally dropped my yugbam fic after months! it’s on ao3 and i hope u enjoy if u read! @legit-min-yoongi-trash-tho helped me so much by proof reading n giving me tips n i love u w all my grateful heart,,

link: http://archiveofourown.org/works/11753643/chapters/26490519

name: i’m glad that the ‘pull’ was incoherent

summary: JULY 24TH, 1:00am: Bambam, a young aspiring fashion designer with anxiety who is seconds from a panic attack, leaves his bedroom through the window.
1:20am: Yugyeom, a young aspiring dancer who will do anything for college money, watches as a boy walks straight into the door of the isolated petrol station he works at.
1:24am: History is made, as both lives are changed forever.

anonymous asked:

KHR and BNHA crossover. One is mafia and the other is hero association XD, what chaos would happen. Or UA made secret alliance with Vongola...

msleilei actually already has a KHR BNHA crossover here, which is GREAT, because it’s Reborn enrolling Tsuna and co in Yuuei and it’s totally something he would do. Purposely throwing Tsuna under the bus is like a Reborn trademark tbh

Gonna nerd a bit LOT here - it’s kind of difficult for me to imagine the results of a mafia group clashing with the hero associations, or Yuuei agreeing to an alliance with Vongola, if only because the two universes are so different in how the creators handled the world/characters.

I don’t mean to bash Amano (and to be fair I think she did want to focus on comedy, + her work is 10 years older) but the KHR verse is… Very sporadic, putting it plainly. There is no addressing of the mafia or the world outside of what was immediately relevant and completely made up (flames, magic, aliens, precocious baby people, etc.) and the same could be said about characterization. Not to mention, there are quite a few characters that Amano doesn’t seem capable of balancing/remembering all the time, and some of them seem to fade into the background and their backstories are forgotten for the sake of plot progression. But again, KHR seemed to be geared with the more slapstick comedy.

Horikoshi on the other hand adds these, little subtleties that maybe aren’t as amazing as I think they are, but I do, I love the little bits of (completely intentional) information he throws at us, the low-key world-building he incorporates that makes us notice things outside of the usual “circle of important characters.” BNHA is undoubtedly comedic, and it’s a humor I definitely like, but Horikoshi has managed to throw in a metric fuck-ton of characters and, the handful he has gotten to explaining, have not made me think, “oh no, here’s the bullshit filler I was worried about.” I genuinely find myself liking each character more and more - heck, I REALLY LIKE THE POLICE FORCE??? THEY ADMIT THEIR MISTAKES OMFG. And despite the fact that some people think it’s very “trope-y” I also think it’s very much not - there are many instances where I expected something to happen (Exhibit A: RIVAL/ASSHOLE WITH TRAGIC BACKSTORY DIDN’T HAPPEN, Katsuki is a shit just because he is one I’m purposely ignoring Todoroki here because he’s nice to Izuku)

Oops, I can literally talk about how much I love this manga/show and how much I admire Horikoshi forever. I digress. My point is that, with a crossover between BNHA and KHR, the immense differences between a very developed world/character vs. a world that would need to rely on fanon concepts entirely is something that I personally would have problems reconciling in a crossover due to my shit world-building ability and actual view on the subject. The first thing that comes to mind with me is that this scenario would have to be absolute crack, or the shenanigans that the KHR group gets up to would be entirely inexcusable - people wouldn’t turn a blind eye as they do in KHR canon, and with the hell that they end up raising in literally every situation they may actually be seen as terrorists before anything LOL.

(Also, I admit to being more curious about what would happen between the KHR group and the League of Villains. I feel like even the LoV would find the KHR-brand of chaos to be too much to handle.)

… OKAY YOU KNOW WHAT, AS I AM TYPING THIS I AM SLOWLY CONVINCING MYSELF OF OTHERWISE??? FUCK

Because, yes, this would definitely be bordering crack humor, it would have to be, but what if that’s what the crossover is centered on? How different these two societies are, in the KHR verse and BNHA verse?

Everyone sees the KHR-cast as crazy. Tsuna wants to nod and agree, wants to join the BNHA-cast. Tsuna is his own brand of crazy too though, so they’re basically “no you stay on your side of the line.” Conversely, BNHA-verse is so… Normal? So structured? So reasonable??? WHAT IS THIS??? Sure there is the League of Villains that are Evil ™ and all but, even they have a structured system???? Tsuna doesn’t remember ANY of the people he fought actually being willing to like, sit down and talk. No, it’s always been, “you’re annoying trash in my way so you die,” “you are in my way so die,” “you need to die so I can achieve my goal,” etcetera, with EVERYONE wanting to kill him.He ALSO doesn’t remember there being, well, normal people, who just… Want to steal money out of greed and will snatch a purse for it, or want to escape prison just to be free.

EVERYONE HE KNEW WAS SOME EXTREMELY AMBITIOUS JERK, WHY ARE ALL THESE PEOPLE NORMAL??!?

(Tsuna is entirely sympathetic of the people in the BNHA-verse, and wonders if he was maybe displaced at birth. He’s wrong and doesn’t realize that he’s just as weird as his friends, but oh well, let the child dream)

KHR-cast are anomalies, absolutely unknown to the government and hero associations. But they are powerful, and their apparent leader (? maybe the BNHA-verse can actually see that Tsuna is the boss, however cowardly he may seem at times; maybe he isn’t constantly at the brunt of a slapstick joke, which is like *angel chorus* for Tsuna) seems amicable enough.

So maybe they try to form a… Not quite alliance per se, but they reach an agreement with the KHR cast. Because these teens and their toddler guard (ANOTHER THING - THEY ALL TAKE REBORN SERIOUSLY AND KNOW SOMETHING IS UP) are complete unknowns but powerful, which means direct internment won’t work. So, informal, unspoken agreement of “we won’t send all of our heroes/forces after you if you agree to come along quietly and not cause more trouble” is reached and Reborn is just like *shoots near Tsuna* “agree to it, Dame-Tsuna.”

Reborn is also curious as to why these people don’t just turn a blind eye. His mafia seduction doesn’t work, people immediately suspect him just for being a particularly precocious child in a suit and with a gun. (Newsflash, Reborn - THAT ISN’T NORMAL)

Tsuna gets to enjoy a normal life for a bit, because his friends have been placed under a very tight leash that prevent them from getting up to their usual destructive habits. He’s happy. Until they’re suddenly called in to help with a certain situation involving villains, and Tsuna is just, “no, NO, you DON’T WANT TO LET THEM GO WILD.” The government is just kinda “yes, we know you are dangerous, but we also need help with this” (and low-key “let’s see exactly what this group is capable of.”)

Regret. Instant regret, because the KHR-cast ends up leveling an entire ward in pursuit of a villainous gang. No casualties on their side thankfully, but so much destruction. THE DAMAGE COSTS.

Government decides “nope” and hands these kids to the hero associations and hero schools to deal with because a huge part of heroism is that they are trained to handle difficult situations with destructive/dangerous tendencies.

… I, I guess Yuuei ends up taking them in, because Reborn wouldn’t stand for the Vongola Decimo going anywhere except The Best, and this would be an excuse to make the main BNHA cast interact with the KHR one.

Wow I’ve come full circle with this dump 

Almost There

Originally posted by dancewithmejensen

The new addition to the True Fluff series!  (Click here for mobile master list link, which has everything from the previous parts linked up.)

Summary: Dean dropped the L-bomb. What now?

Word Count: 1270

Warnings: None. 

Your name: submit What is this?

The garage was deadly silent as you stared at Dean, mouth slightly agape. Did he just say …? Was he really …?

“Please,” he begged in a whisper. “Say something.”

You swallowed. “Dean, I … Well, that was not what I expected to hear from you anytime soon.”

“I shouldn’t have said it,” Dean sighed, dropping his hands away from you, running one through his hair. “Y/N, I’m sorry. I just – I couldn’t hold it back any longer.”

“And I wouldn’t want you to,” you assured quickly. “Listen to me. I’m so close. My heart is bursting with everything I feel for you. You’ve done nothing the whole time we’ve been together but encourage me and support me. I’m so afraid that if I don’t say it right now, you’ll leave. But I want you to know I feel it, Dean, I do. Saying it though … that feels like a different mountain to climb. Please, don’t walk away. I know I’ve been a step behind you since the beginning, but just let me catch up, please.”

Dean frowned, and you feared the worst. “Did you not hear what I said? I’m in love with you, pretty girl. There is no walking away for me. I’ll stand here for the rest of my life and wait for you to catch up, if I have to. Everything you’ve done for me this weekend … the car, showing me the garage … all of it. I can see how you feel in your actions. Obviously I want to hear the words at some point, but I know you’ll get there. As long as you’re not panicking about me saying it, I’m good.”

You couldn’t help but giggle as you went up on tiptoe to kiss him.

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Dinner was, of course, delicious. Meals at Mary’s house never disappointed. Dean raved on about the Trans Am and the garage. He squeezed your hand tight when he finished telling about it.

“I think you’ve found a keeper,” Mary smiled, winking at you. “Mom votes yes, anyway.”

You blushed. “Well, thanks. Here, I’ll help you clean up.”

“Me, too,” Jess offered.

“You can talk with us, but you rest. That baby’s going to wear you out before it’s even here, so you keep up your energy while you can,” Mary ordered.

The three of you shuffled back and forth between the dining room and the kitchen, cleaning up supper while Dean and Sam made small talk in front of the TV. When the leftovers were put away and dishes loaded into the washer, Mary put a few candles in a pecan pie, and brought it out to the coffee table while singing ‘Happy Birthday’. You followed with a few mugs of coffee, and Jess brought the dessert plates and forks.

Dean grinned around a large bite of pie after he was served the first piece. “Mom, this is amazing. My two favorite ladies, spoiling me like none other tonight.”

You kissed his cheek before helping yourself to a piece of pie and a mug of coffee. Once all of that was cleaned up, you and Dean excused yourselves for the evening. Once loaded into his truck, you scooted over to the middle of the bench seat and nuzzled against his neck.

“Stay with me tonight,” you pleaded. “We’re both off tomorrow.”

Dean chuckled. “Haven’t you had enough of me?”

“Never, Sparky.”

That was all it took to convince him. He put an arm around you, holding you close during the drive first to his house, then yours. Once in your driveway, he toted his bag up to the porch while you unlocked the door and turned the lights on.

“It’s freezing in here!” Dean declared, rushing for the bedroom. “What the hell?”

You winced. “I turned the heater off before I left … Maybe I should have just turned it down.”

“Yeah, maybe,” Dean chuckled.

“At least I’ll have you here to keep me warm until the heater catches up.”

Dean smiled as he changed into sweats and a t-shirt. You opted for boyshorts and one of Dean’s t-shirts you had managed to keep at your place. It wasn’t too late, but the two of you were beat from the weekend. You turned on the television in your room, set the timer for it to shut off, and snuggled up next to your boyfriend. Dean kissed your forehead and thanked you again for a really great weekend.

“I hope you thanked Jess and Sam as much as you’re thanking me,” you answered. “They rented the cabin, you know.”

“I know, and I’m definitely grateful to them, too,” Dean assured. “But you’re here now. So I can tell you now.”

“Fair enough.” You took a deep breath. “I like this. Beginning and ending my day with you. It’s perfect.”

Dean gave you a half-smile. “When you say things like that – that’s why I don’t need you to say the other thing back, Y/N. But it’s also why I couldn’t wait to tell you. Even if you’re not next to me, every day for me begins and ends with you. You’re pretty frequently in that middle part, too. You’re everything, and you have been for going on seven weeks.”

You took a deep breath. “How did I get so lucky?”

Dean shook his head. “No, that’s not it. Pretty sure I’m quoting a movie when I say this, but we’re both blessed. We got each other. And no matter what happens in the future, I know we’re always going to have each other. Let me tell you one more thing about what I said earlier, then I’ll let you go to sleep.”

“I’m listening.”

“When we were at the cabin and things got heated, we said that we wanted to be in love before sex came into play. I want to be very clear that me telling you I love you has nothing to do with that. The timing is coincidence, is all. If we want another ten years, so be it.” You made a face, and Dean chuckled. “Okay, maybe not ten years. But you know what I mean. I just want you next to me. That’s all.”

You leaned up a little more to kiss him. “Like I said earlier, Sparky. I’ll never get enough of you. I’m here, next to you, for as long as you’ll have me. You’re the only one I want.”

Dean smiled and kissed you again. “Then I guess I should cancel the plans I had with Caitlin next week.”

“Jess’s sister-in-law?” you frowned.

“The girl from the shop,” Dean laughed. “I didn’t even think about them having the same name.”

You pinched him in the side for that one; he responded by tickling you until you begged for mercy. When he finally gave it up, you were on your back and he was smiling down at you, hovering over your body.

“Would you really consider dating her again?”

“First of all, I never dated her. We went on one date, and I took her to mom’s once. That’s it,” Dean reminded you. “And, to answer your question, absolutely not. I wouldn’t dream of breaking your heart in anyway, pretty girl. I’ll say it this once more because it’s still my birthday so I’m allowed, then I’ll drop it until you’re ready to hear it again: you’re it for me. I love you. That’s all I need to know.”

As Dean’s lips met yours for what was probably the five-hundredth time but still felt like the first time, you knew that somehow, that was all you needed to know, too.

Nobody But You

Good Night Kiss - Yoosung/MC Fluff Fanfic

Lolol lots of Yoosung requests! There’s actually two more, one wanting it set after Yoosung’s After End and another wanting some more snogging >_< Hopefully this satisfies some of your Yoosung fic needs until I get around to writing more~ ^^ (tagging @suzunesays so you can see this, hehe)

Summary: Spoiler-free Yoosung fluff. Originally I was gonna write the whole three-course date thing but ended up not really liking the beginning, so here’s the last part when he walks you home after the date is over. 10+


The two of you are standing in the hallway of your new apartment, the one you’d gotten after moving out of Rika’s for… safety purposes. You turn around as you reach your door to face him. “I had a really nice time, Yoosung,” you say. “Thank you for taking me out.”

You’re so close. Very close. You smell like fresh laundry and buttery popcorn from the movie theatre. And you’re so, so pretty. Yoosung’s heart aches a little every time he sees you. “Y-you’re welcome,” he stutters. “I had a really nice time, too…”

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Almost Every Camren Fanfic Ever

The following are three things (for each girl) that they might fall into in almost every camren fanfic ever.

Lauren: Bully (Usually Camila)/Intellect/Popular Girl.

Camila: Bullied (Usually By Lauren)/Intellect/Suckish Homelife.

Dinah: Camila’s Only Friend/Lauren’s Squad/Captain Of The Ship.

Normani: Lauren’s Squad/Usually Gay For Dinah/Best Friend Since Childhood.

Ally: Lauren’s Squad/ Camila’s Cousin/‘I’m having problems please help me’.

(BONUS)
1.
Demi is usually a teacher at their school.
2.
Random famous people go to their school.
3.
At least one of their parents doesn’t know their gay.
4.
Ally’s still in high school even though she’s 22.
5.
Dinah is back to her ways of full slang.
7.
Usually Dinah is very rude to our couple.
8.
A wild me in my natural habitat of flopping on my bed like a fish because FEELS.

anonymous asked:

I have forgotten how to choose and buy books. They don't have tags, a pairing, warnings, author notes, anything! How am I going to know what I get into? Do you ever encounter this problem when picking out a book? D:

Oh my god, yes.

Though some of the smaller publishers like Riptide Publications offer things like warnings and an excerpt and so on on their website, which I think is really cool.

But yeah, sometimes I look at a blurb and it’s like, this isn’t enough information! How do I know it has the themes I like? Or dislike? Beyond just an over-arching genre?

I rely a lot on recommendations these days, but truthfully, in the ratio of fanfiction to original fiction, I still read far more fanfiction because of how much I enjoy being able to search for works via things like hurt/comfort and so on. Mostly because when I read, it’s because I feel like reading a certain thing, and I’m more likely to target that in fanfiction thanks to sophisticated search functions offered by places like AO3.

Also because books are often expensive. e.e

That being said, my ‘to read’ list of like, original books (fiction and non-fiction) is approaching something like 300 books now so I need to…get reading.

*writes instead.*

Do you know what I love most about fanfiction?

I get to see my OTP fall in love over and over and over again. Whether they’re the new neighbor across the hall or at a best friend’s wedding or high school seniors about to leave for college, or even taking a different spin on the actual canon storyline, I get to read my OTP fall for each other all over again.

Yes. That’s definitely what I love most about fanfiction.