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Continuing my thoughts on the stage play:

Touka and Yoshimura talk about humans and ghouls coexisting after he sees her in pain from eating human food. After their conversation, Yomo comes into the cafe, and is very awkward :’)

Tsukiyama is standing outside of the room Kaneki is changing in. When Kaneki opens the door to quickly throw his clothes out, Tsukiyama freaks out. He grabs the shirt and comes close to sniffing it, but he resists. He then starts his monologue about Savarin and gourmet food, but then Kaneki throws out his second piece of clothing and Tsukiyama loses it, finally sniffing the clothes and doing the infamous squat XD

The ghoul restaurant scene begins with Tsukiyama saying “Shall I sing?”, and it was fantastic, with the ghoul restaurant members singing and dancing along. I think the song is called “Tres Bien Asobi”. Madam A was played by the same actress who did Itori, and I think (not 100% sure) that Kimi’s actress was also playing one of the restaurant members.

Real life Taro really looks like Taro. Him throwing the fake limbs that he cut off the food critic guy to the members was pretty fun to watch.

Kaneki breathes in the paralyzing gas directly in the restaurant instead of out in the waiting room.

Sasaki is really nailing it as Tsukiyama. He’s just as dramatic as Mamoru Miyano was in the anime (he even sounds like Mamoru at times), and you can clearly feel it through his acting. Plus, that ear biting XD

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this was a lot funnier in my head

im literally always thinking about all those times one of the thb did something stupid and lucretia didn’t react at all, and the real reason was griffin wanted to move the story along or w/e, but in universe she spent 100 years with these doofuses and literally can not be surprised anymore.

specifically the image of magnus getting buck-naked in her office and she just keeps briefing them like nothing weird is happening will haunt my nightmares forever

Your daily reminder that, (when at all possible), your chapters should include: 

(a) A goal your pov character wants to achieve.
(b) A conflict your pov character has to work through

The greater the conflict and more important the goal, the more tension the chapter will have. 

Good pacing should build from smaller, more personal goals with minor conflict towards large goals with great conflict, before dropping back to lesser goals/conflict once more, but never to a point lacking both goals and conflict.

anonymous asked:

I had a dream last night I had a conversation with Gabriel reyes about how happy he was about having his engagement ring back because the one that Jack got him didn't fit so it had to be altered... Can I pls request a happy Gabe admiring his ring?

I really, really envy your dream, anon! I want fluffy Gabe and Jack dreams too damnit! He’s happy to have it back where it belongs tho! ;3

The Day of Story and Song was the day the world nearly ended. It was the day that everyone in the world simultaneously remembered wars of years passed and loved ones long lost and forgotten. Even for those who never knew these people or lived through these wars, they learned everything about them. They heard countless beautiful songs, saw so many incredible works of art, and heard stories beyond their imaginations.

They also learned of a group of seven researchers and explorers and–as they’re known now–heroes who traveled through time and space to a hundred impossible worlds. They were lands inhabited by huge animals, living robots, mushroom monsters. Endless beaches, forests, deserts. Worlds filled with prosperous life to worlds devoid of any. But more important than these worlds were the ones who traveled between them.

The twins, the lover, the protector, the peacemaker, the lonely journal keeper, and the wordless one. The people learned everything about them but their names. How they lived, and loved, and died, and lived and died again and again for a hundred years while they struggled to run from the horrible entity that pursued them.

This entity the people learned of, too. The Hunger. How it hunted and killed these heroes over and over in its mad chase for the light of creation, devouring every world in its path on the way. They learned what it was, how it worked, and they learned of the man in charge: John.

Even with all of this knowledge though, what could the people do but fend the foes they could now see off? The people would only be able to persist for so long against these worlds’ worth of assailants. They had no choice but to put their faith and life into the hands of these seven heroes they now knew as well as if they had known them their whole lives and then some. They put their faith into the heroes and held off their coming deaths for as long as they had to until the heroes came through.

And in the years to pass, the story of these heroes, of this day, of the art, and music, and countless impossible worlds they learned all about is passed on between generations so that everyone who wasn’t there that day to remember would learn.

And of all the things they remembered and learned, the last and maybe most peculiar was the image of a small, crudely but lovingly carved wooden duck.