How to make a Disney Channel show (aka, Disney is obsessed with using the same set of characters over and over again)
Many people feel the need to have a really smart character. It’s important that the girls look flawless, but the guys should look like as much of a geek as possible.
To make the above character look smarter, you can add a dumb character. Make sure to give them a very confused facial expression as often as possible, and let them ask questions that should be obvious for someone their age.
You’ll always need a guy who’s character relies for about 50 % on their looks. Why else would anyone watch the show?
To match the hot guys, you’ll need a girl who is so flawless, you begin to feel like they can’t possibly be real.
The audience needs someone to laugh at, right? This is where you add either a character who is incapable of understanding the word “no” or a character who is just considered a “loser” by most people. And try not to give them too much character development.
But to keep the smart person from seeming boring, we need the rebel friends who doesn’t care about grades, and who always get’s their friend in trouble. But don’t worry, you can always fix it up with a sappy apologizing scene at the end.
There has to be some kind of official antagonist. My suggestion, is you go with Matteus Ward, or at least someone who looks like him. Or you can go with a stereotypical blonde girl.
Every show needs grownups. Keep them there for, comic relief, embaressing the kids, being protective, giving deep motivational speeches and cry upon realizing that their kid’s are growing up.
He’s actually the butler
Not a parents. He’s their sensei.
Not a parent. He’s an uncle.
Add a couple of cute kids and animals
Or if everything fails, just throw in a bunch of boyfriends and girlfriends that we’re all gonna forget anyway.
So bees can only rly see blue and yellow and my work shirt is bright blue with yellow accents
I was outside working with the kids and a bumble bee flew onto my shirt sleeve just chilling so I’m like “hi friend!” Except it crawled into my shirt sleeve and down the inside of my shirt till it’s basically chilling on my boob
So I’m just slowly registering what just happened and my kids are freaking out and my boss is patting me down trying to find this bee all while it’s like “where’s the pollen? Is there pollen? Friend where’s the pollen?”
i have thought long and hard about what demons would be to people with mental illness; we who are used to referring to our own brains as filled with darkness.
the girl who is in the haunted room and loves it. it’s quiet there, where others won’t tread. they leave her alone to paint and to read and they ask her: doesn’t it scare you to be in such a sad place? and she says - is it sad? it doesn’t feel different than usual here.
the boys who go to kiss each other in hotel surrounded in snow. when the voices start one teaches the other the art of ignoring hallucinations; something he had to force down since his diagnosis at seventeen. and the voices scream but there is loud music and his lips are candy.
a demon in the shadows, but paranoia isn’t unfamiliar to the one it stalks. the teenager just closes their eyes and says that tomorrow will come. and who cares if it doesn’t, really, which sort of takes the sting out of the threat they’re facing.
her ocd means she never leaves the oven accidentally on. when weird things happen she takes control of them. the last time she had pasta for dinner she summoned the antichrist that’s living in her attic. the next day she has scrubbed every corner with holy water except for a little corner that she fills with pasta. if it’s contained, she knows where it is. the salt line around it never slips.
the ghost tells him to die already, but that’s nothing new, so he just turns on parks and rec a lot louder than usual.
it would be nice, i think. to see ourselves as heroes for once. for the skills we learned while dealing with this to become skills we could use in the real life. these internal strengths that rarely are spoken of; the quiet victories of lives who learn how to fashion normal from nothing. the thing is that the illness isn’t pretty but the people who go through it are incredible humans.
the strength of someone who is used to whiplash, who falls from mania into a sudden depression they can’t shake - their dogged promise to themselves that it’s going to be okay. the strength to eat when one’s body wants to deplete itself. the strength of someone who is constantly talking down suicide beating the demon because, no thank you, i’m not going to go to a bridge and jump, it’s cold outside.
because we are used to the fight. to the darkness close. to living with demons. and we are used to saying “no”.
keith always straightens out the hems of lance’s shirts because them being folded bothers him. lance just smiles and lets keith do his thing
whenever keith gets into a Mood, lance’ll come and lay his head in keith’s lap and start talking, about anything, just to see if he can make keith smile.
and when keith finds lance crying at night because he misses his family, he takes lance’s hand and kisses each finger.
“one,” he says, counting after each kiss. “two. three.” they both count, and on ten their mouths meet and lance feels a little more calm, focused.
keith gets out of the shower and his long hair is sopping wet, so he shakes it like a dog to get lance all wet.
“stop! you’re the worst!” lance is yelling, but he’s also laughing.
his revenge is to take a towel and vigorously rub keith’s head until his hair poofs out. afterword he’ll sit, legs spread out and keith between them resting against his chest, and brush out keith’s hair.
early morning jogs around the halls of the castle, talking softly to one another, voices echoing in the quiet.
lance finds a machine in the castle that takes sound and converts it into a holographic light display that fills a room.
lucky for them, keith’s ipod was in his jacket pocket when blue abducted them.
he plays soft vintage melodies from the beginning of the millennium while he and lance slow dance. lance’s arms are looped around keith’s neck, keith’s head resting on lance’s shoulders. soft blue lights like waves fill the room and pass through them.
“does this count as a bonding moment?” keith asks slyly, still not letting that go.
lance grins and kisses him. long, and deep as a well, savoring it, savoring keith.. “Hm…I guess so. I’m cradling you in my arms, aren’t I?”