this is what happens when i try to be creative

so i’ve been making monthly fic recs for a full year now! that’s so insane to think about honestly. thanks for all the support! my first monthly fic rec was for april 2016 and it had 10 fics on it. now they have upwards of almost 30 fics. that’s character development. anyway…

here are a bunch of fics I’ve enjoyed and loved reading throughout the month of march. I recommend that you read these great fics in april, if you haven’t already. 

(all fics with a star are my favorites and if there are two stars then it was a favorite favorite)

1. Perfect Storm (80k)*

What do you do when your best friend asks you and your (now) ex to be the best men at his destination wedding? You can either tell him the truth, tell him you’re not together anymore, and deal with the consequences, or you can pretend you’re still together and roll with it, just pray you don’t spiral. Fake it ‘til you make it. You know, for the sake of the wedding.

Harry and Louis choose the latter.

2. The Night Sky is Changing Overhead (124k)**

Harry is a tattoo artist, Louis is a drama professor, and they meet during an argument at a café.

3. All I Wish Not to Remember (71k)**

What happens when all you had, all you loved, all you held dear is viciously ripped away from you? When your inner core, once filled with love and hope and light, blackens to raw, dark hatred?

What happens when your soul is hopelessly consumed and no matter how hard you try, no matter how hard you attempt to shake yourself out, to rid your tormented mind of the opaque feelings that plague you, all you can see, all you can feel, all you can want is…


A modern adaption of The Count of Monte Cristo by Alexandre Dumas. A tragic tale of timeless undying love, merciless revenge, and selfless sacrifice.

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The Recipe for a GREAT Story Idea




The World’s Most Famous Detective Stories plus Modern-Day London.

What makes these story concepts so intriguing, and so repeatable? 

 Yes, they’re genius ideas. But there’s a recipe you can glean from those genius ideas, one which anyone can follow.  And if we can follow it, we can create our own genius ideas. It has, unsurprisingly, two ingredients.

I thought of cooking, then I thought of Stitch baking a cake. 


Something timeless. Familiar. Well-known already. Your reader already has imagery and expectations attached to this thing. Take Cinderella for example. When I hear it, images pop in my head instantly: a glass slipper, a clock striking midnight, a pumpkin coach, a ball at a castle, a servant girl. Or how about boarding school? A huge ancient building, classrooms, kids in uniforms, dormitories, living at school with a ton of kids your own age. Mental images abound. And they’re most likely the same images for everybody. 

(I want that dress. I’ll wear it when I go to Barnes and Noble and I’ll throw books at anyone that gives me odd looks.)


Something new. Unexpected. Contrasting with that timeless imagery. Creating something one-of-a-kind, uniquely yours. Something surprising. We all have a lot of traditional expectations when we hear “Cinderella”, so when we add “Cyborg” to it, our brains start applying sci-fi to those expectations. Same with Sherlock and boarding school and all other examples. Our imaginations instantly start having fun, creating possibilities of what could happen in the story. Which makes us want to read and find out how those expectations are met. The ideas shouldn’t go together, but that’s what makes them work so well. 

It’s like this Remy gif:

Apart, the ideas, or “flavors”, are excellent. But when you combine them, things get infinitely more interesting. Downright magical in some cases. 


More than the delight and imagination sparking properties of these concepts make them work so wonderfully. Each ingredient is serving a distinct function. 

– One ingredient is suggesting STRUCTURE.

– One ingredient is suggesting AESTHETIC, WORLD, or TELLING METHOD.


Ask anyone to tell you the story of Cinderella, and they probably can. Everyone knows it. There are versions of it throughout the world. With boarding school, almost everyone knows the outline of a school year. Most people have a rough idea of how the revolution (or any revolution) played out. We instantly have a linear outline of events in our heads, no matter how rough or foggy. 


Witchcraft and wizardry. Modern-day London. Hip-hop. Cyborgs. When you hear these, they evoke possibilities of what the world of the story is going to be like. What it’s going to look like, feel like, how that story is going to be conveyed. And the “world” of the story is one of the most intoxicating parts of a story, that we really love. It’s one of the reasons we can read the same book over and over again; you’re in another world, a fascinating world, a world that can feel a lot more like home than your own. Give readers a concept of a setting they can easily imagine, and when it’s applied to that narrative, easily want to take up residence within.  

With “boarding school” you imagine school sports like badminton or soccer or that one where people slide rocks on ice. 

But when you add “wizardry” to “school”, you can imagine sports where children hurtle through the air on cleaning tools, while cannonballs try to smash into their heads.

Besides making your story timeless and unique, and far stronger for it, this also makes the concept of it highly repeatable. Because what happens if you surprise your reader, spark their own creativity, and delight them because of it? 

You’ve created something they actively want to share. 

The cycle of finding something you love isn’t complete until you’ve shared that thing with other people. It’s just how humans work. Just ask every person I have systematically infected with Hamilton. You’re not bribing, or bullying, or cajoling people to spread your story: they’re doing it of their own volition. Viral marketing is what you’re going for. The best kind of businesses are ones that “don’t require you’re time or presence” right? It’s the same with selling books. If you create something contagious, all you have to do is tell a few people. Then those people will tell other people, who will tell others, until you’ve spread a delightful bookish plague everyone is happy when they catch. You little plague rat you. Or plague flea, I suppose, would be more accurate. 

Oh, one more thing! This element of your premise can usually be summed up with a pithy little one-line of genius: Hogwarts School of Witchcraft and Wizardry or “America then, told by America now.”

Yup, squishing it down into one sentence makes it even more wildly contagious. 

So get that one sentence, sit back, and watch your story take over the world. 

CSBB Artist Spotlight: seastarved

Today’s Captain Swan Big Bang Spotlight features @seastarved​!

What kinds of artwork do you make?

Manips, gifs and graphics.

What’s your favorite thing about creating artwork?

It’s soothing for me. It’s a way for me to be creative even when I’m incredibly stressed. I can’t seem to make words happen when I’m stressed out but photoshop is my little safe haven where I can mess around, make people make out and write little snippets of poetry or words and sort of combine them and try to tell a story that way.

What’s one of your greatest strengths when it comes to creating artwork?

Hmm, I’m not sure tbh. I guess, I like that I am confident enough in my skills as a writer to try and use those skills when I do more visual art as well? I like that I can complement both forms of art with one another, I suppose.

What’s something you’ve always wanted to try your hand at, but haven’t had a chance yet?

I want to try making those incredible AU gifsets that some people make. They’re like little movies and I’m always so so in awe of how wonderful they are.

If you participated in the first Captain Swan Big Bang, what was the experience like for you? What are you looking forward to this time around?

I was a writer first time around and had to drop out unfortunately because my story got far too long–I’m still writing it in fact haha!– and life got in the way. But it was a fun experience! This time, I’m looking forward to making some fun manips :D

First Artwork:

Making that image was a labour of love :D I knew what I wanted it to look like and I would work on it between writing words for the story and I’m quite happy with the way it turned out, like Killian stepping out of the frame to take Emma’s hand.

Second Artwork:

One of my first more ambitious efforts. I like the layout of it? And I’m quite proud of that rose I got to bloom on there haha!

Third Artwork:

Because this is a redo of my first ever manip which tbf was a complete disaster haha! It’s not a very complicated piece of work. I have done so many more that are far more complex but this one holds a special place in my heart because it showed me just how far I’d come you know?

Check out seastarved on Tumblr - FFnet - AO3

You're Just What I Needed ( Edward Nygma X reader)

Plot: Edward has been trying to find out who he is. But ever since you left he’s been having trouble concentrating. So he is determined to get you back, plus every good villain needs a sidekick.

Originally posted by riddlerbird

You jumped at the sudden noise in your apartment. Someone had broken in, you slowly clutched the pocket knife that was under your mattress. You always had to take precautions if you lived in Gotham. You heard the footsteps get closer and closer. When you saw the door open you lunged toward the intruder causing them to fall and held the knife close to their throat. You were shocked when you realized who it was. “Ed?” “Hello (Y/N). Could you remove the knife?” He said stretching to get out from under you. You sighed and got off and put away the knife. “ I have to say not the welcome I was expecting. ” he said rubbing his neck. “ You’re lucky after what you did.” You said as you both headed for the kitchen. Last time you saw Ed he was in a lip lock with someone else. While you two were still dating. With being as smart as he is he should have known that he should have told you instead of cheating. “ ( Y/N) I told you I was sorry. ” you snapped your head towards “ Really, why don’t you tell me again because I never heard you say that.” There was a long silence between you two. You then got the both of you a drink and sat down. He ran his fingers through his hair in frustration. “ I’m not mad at you for loving someone else Ed. I’m mad because you didn’t break up with me properly. ” you sighed. He still looked at the ground in shame. Looks like your not getting anywhere with him. “ Ed why are you here?” “ I need help. I’m trying to be the person I was meant to be. And your the only person who I can think of who can help me.” You raised your eyebrows. Why would he need your help? He’s always been independent. Well most of the time. When you two were together you would murder together, but you were more of an assistant than a partner. “ Why don’t you ask Oswald?” You said taking a sip of your drink. He plainly said “ Well, I killed him. So he’s not going to be much help.” You almost choked at what he said. “ Oh sweet Jesus Ed. Why?” He then continued to tell you the story about how Oswald killed Isabella, so he had to kill him. In a way you understood, love makes people do crazy things. It made you go into crime with Ed so you saw the justice in his action. “ When people find out Penguins gone your the first person their coming after. ” you informed him. He knew that and he knew when it happens he’ll need someone at his right hand, he’ll need you. “ ( Y/N) I know what I did but that’s why I came here. Every good villain needs an assistant or a partner in crime.” He explained “ Do you have a plan or…?” You questioned he still hadn’t told you his true intentions. He explained his scheme that he was going to find the smartest and most creative people in Gotham and test them. They were supposed to be almost like a teacher. He was trying to become a real villain someone who can be feared. He was trying to get all the components in order to become the person who he truly was. “ Where do I come in?” You curiously asked. “ You my dear friend, like I said will be my assistant. So basically what you would do for me like we did before we… You know. You are the best at finding people you can help me find this list of people and we can rule Gotham together. So are you going to help?” He asked with a grin. You automatically said no knowing that this plan had a high probability of getting you both caught again. And you weren’t going back to Arkham just to have him leave you there again, while he gets to go free. “ Come on ( Y/N), trust me with this.” He pleaded. “ Oh baby you do not break into my apartment in the middle of the night and talk about trust.” You walking over to put your cup in the sink. You then started washing out your cup angrily. You then felt strong arms wrap around your waist. Your rate started to build up. At times like this you really hated emotions. He then rested his head on your shoulder and said “ If there’s any part of you that still loves me, I need you. ” he started to nuzzle his nose in your neck. You pushed him off of you, that made him angry. “ Let go of me!” You shouted. “ What’s wrong this is usually make up.” He said with his grip tightening on your wrist. “ Because this is what you do Ed you manipulate my love to get what you want. And it’s not happening again!” You said punching him in the face. Once you realized what you did you ran to your room and slammed the door. You could here him pounding furiously on the door. “ (Y/N)! Please! I need you, please! (Y/n)! I need you! I need you! I need you! I NEED YOU! ” he yelled with tears streaming down his face. But you still didn’t open you tried to go back to sleep hoping he would give up and leave. The next morning you were very cautious when opening your door. There seemed to be no sign of Ed. You started to go about your day until you looked over at your couch and saw a sleeping Ed on it. His clothes drenched in sweat and tears. The stains of tears still on his face, his hair a mess. He looked so… Helpless. You saw a pill box open on the end table, is he taking drugs? You asked yourself. He started to mumble and you rubbed his shoulder trying to slowly wake him up. “ Ed?” You said softly. “ I messed up.” He groaned. “ What do you mean?” You asked. He shifted a little his eyes still closed. “ I messed up with Kristen, Isabella, Oswald, and worst of all (Y/N). We always had each other (Y/N) and I then I messed up. I don’t know what to do. I’m truly alone and I don’t like it. ” These words started tugging at your heartstrings. “ I need her, I love her and I can’t stop loving her…” He said not quite awake. He started to fall back asleep. You started to cook thinking this arrangement over. Once you finished making breakfast you went back over to Ed and tried to wake him up. You rubbed his back and he slowly woke up. “ Hey.” You sighed with a small smile. You started to leave but you felt a tug on your wrist. “ I don’t want to lose you again (Y/N). I left and lost you so many times, I can’t watch it happen again.” He said giving you that sad puppy look. You sat down next to him and hugged him as you saw tears forming again. “ I’m sorry.” He whispered. And the whole world stopped. He had never once said sorry when he accepted his darker side. He had always been so proud that he couldn’t do it. Hearing it now he truly meant it. “ (Y/N) I need you, and for the first time in my life I don’t know what to do.” He said still holding on to you. “Ed I’ll help you. On one condition you told him breaking the hug. ” I am not the assistant. We work equally.“ You finished and stood up. He smiled and agreed. He went to try to kiss you but was stopped by your hand. ” Oh no Mr. We’re not doing this. We have to work back to that point in our relationship.“ you said lightly taping the side of his face. ” That’ll be easy. You and I both know that I can’t resist that big brain of yours and you can’t resist my charm. “ He said with that cute little smile. ” You’re a cocky one Ed.“ You said handing him some food. ” Only for you.“

On June 5th, I’ll be selling comics at a convention for the first time. This requires that the comics are printed. I’ve never printed Modus Operandi, or any other comic that I’ve made, before. In some sense, I believed that printing the work was a right that someone earned, and that I hadn’t - either there wasn’t enough of the comic, or it wasn’t good enough. I’m not sure what it is that spurred me to go ahead this time around.

I printed a fullsize test copy at Kinko’s, just to make sure I hadn’t fucked up the layout. I hadn’t. It’s fine. There are things I’d change if I had infinite time - I think the panel borders are too thick, for example - but on the whole, the colors came out well, and I haven’t got anything to worry about.

My friends were excited for me. It looks soooooo good. And I’m just. I don’t know. I’m this fountain of awkwardly averting my eyes. It’s not that I feel nothing at all. I feel something, but it isn’t excitement. I thought about it a lot today, as one does when they have a seemingly inappropriate emotional response to something. I’m not sure, but I think that feeling is mild grief.

It’s not grief like, oh boo hoo, I’m done with this chapter and I miss the creative process, I’ll never do that again. There is a lot more of MO to make. It’s - it’s hard to explain. This post is largely me trying to hash this out, so apologies in advance if what I’m saying doesn’t make much sense.

You know when something bad happens, but the situation is too frantic and demands too much of your attention/investment for you to deal with the emotional fallout of said bad thing that happened? When you’re said and done, maybe the gravity of that bad thing will finally hit you. You’ll grieve. You grieve not just over the bad thing, but over the fact that you couldn’t do it in the immediate aftermath of the event. 

It feels like that. Holding that comic in my hands was like, oh. I guess… whatever it is, is done now. Now it’s safe to grieve. Looking at it is both a connection, and deep loneliness. I don’t know what it is that I’m grieving over; I don’t think it’s the comic, itself. If anything, I feel like I am grieving with it, like it’s some kind of aid, if that makes sense. 

It probably doesn’t. 

That’s okay. I wish I could have… normal emotional reactions to stuff. You know? I recognize that I’ve come a long way in that I’m able to sort feelings out at all, but it would be so nice to print something I worked so hard on and just - be happy, be excited about it. Feel good. I don’t want to feel this way every time I print a chapter because I just unlocked some fucked up, hidden unresolved issue from childhood, or something. 

I’m hoping I can look at the real print copies in a couple of weeks and get a little delayed joy out of them. I hope some of you get some joy out of them, as they’ll be available at Olympia Comics Fest. Any extras will be available online after.

The worst part about being with someone who everyone wants is that you’ll always have competition. Other girls are always going to flirt and try and god damn what happens when those girls are prettier and funnier and just more? You know that you have them, but baby for how long?
—  4am

I wanted to share this with you guys. Last summer I tried to kickstart my book. I put my everything into my kickstarter campaign. I had a flyer made and everything. My project was featured on several different blogs and I had a pretty fierce marketing campaign. I even paid for one of those kickstarter advertisment things where they will tweet and post about your campaign every single day. Despite all of that I only raised $671 dollars in 30 days. I was completly distraught. I was so upset with myself. I had all of these posters in my room and a stack of bookmarks,the only printout I could afford to produce were my bookmarks. I left my manuscript and all of my kickstarter stuff alone for a long time. I couldnt even look at it. I cant pin point when it happened but I decided to try agian. My heart had healed and I felt like I should try agian. I had no idea what was going to happen but I knew I would never know unless I tried. I learned from my mistakes and I relaunched my project on Indiegogo. Last night was the final night for my project and not only did I reach my goal but I raised extra money as well. I hope that anyone reading this who’s a creative person will gain strength from this. If you fail the first time,its ok! You can try agian! Regroup yourself,keep networking,keep trying new things and when you feel better try agian. You never know what will happen if you try agian. I did and now I’m in the process of publishing my first scifi novel as an e-book.

Kpop Parents Connections #The4thMeeting #MarriageCounseling

Jaebum: Today will be a little different guys, I invited a special guest to moderate, and to instill us with sound wisdom, so that we can become better and stronger couples.

Heechul: I get paid up front for this right?

Jaebum: *turns red* yes…I already explained all of this in the bathroom this morning.

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Can I go home? I just remembered that i had actual important things to do.

Rap Monster: Woah!! I have a question! What were you both doing in the bathroom??

Jaebum: We were ju-

Heechul: I don’t know. Why don’t you ask Jungkook.


Kihyun: Too soon bro

Sunggyu: *to Woohyun* What’s a Jungkook?

Kris: Can I change seats?



TOP: Wait, what?

Seungcheol: *raises hand* Please I’m allergic to stupid.

Heechul: Okay let’s get some order! Jaebum called me because clearly things haven’t been working out smoothly. I see that you all have a lot of issues, and we’ll use this time to go over a few and try to become more harmonious.

Jeonghan: Tbh, I’d appreciate it more if someone that could actually sing, in key, talked about being in harmony.

Himchan:*sniffs air* Did someone leave the stove on? I think I smell a burrnnn!

Heechul: Don’t come for me Chongham. When your little cutesy group breaks up in 2 years and you’re flat broke, standing in the center of Seoul with nothing but a cardboard sign and a dry weave from the Ren Collection, you’re gonna wish you were still on my good side.

Jaebum: Heechul pls you’re not helping…

Leo: I’m gonna get some coffee *leaves out side door*

Yongguk: *mutters* I didn’t get better for this

Woohyun: Speaking as the newest guy here, I’m really happy that I finally got to come to one of these meetings. I hear they’re always a big hit.

JinJin: Yeah I’ve only been to one, It was pretty neat. No complaints except f–

GD:WAIT A MINUTE! I thought this was an Idol parents meeting not bring your toddler to trainee camp. Who’s the tyke?

JinJin: that part….

Jaebum: *sighs* You all know who they are by now. Leave Astro alone! They are an important part of our kpop world, and they contribute greatl-

Kihyun: *coughs loudly*

Jaebum: *glares*

Kihyun: Sorry, I’m allergic to bullsh-

Heechul: IT’S TIME TO BARE YOUR SOULS! Let’s share our feelings and emotions. Jin you have been pretty quiet this evening, how about you go first?

Jin: Well, I like to think that Namjoon and I are fine. We and the children actually just won the Artist of the Year Awa-


GD: I cancelled an after party with Victoria Secret models for this so..

Namjoon: Dude, why are you trying to overshadow us? You told me that you were proud.

Suho: *checks face in compact mirror* I say a lot of things. Keep up or fall behind.

Jeonghan: *to Jinyoung* Isn’t that what happened to Exo?

Yongguk: I really could be doing creative during this time.

Hakyeon: Can someone tell me why am I even still here? Has anyone seen Leo?

GD: Yeah, he said he was getting coffee and never came back.

Kris: Lies! *readjusts overpriced cap* That’s the same excuse I gave Suho when I left him high and dry.

Jinyoung: *smirks*

Suho: Wait…wha-

Kris: *puts fingers to Suho’s lips* That was the old me hon, I’ve changed.

Woohyun: Wellll, Sunggyu and I are fine. Our family is really chill. We really get along and lov-

GD: Time out on the fluff stuff, let’s dig into the real deal.

TOP: *snorts* If only your lyrics rhymed as well as that sentence.

GD: If only your songs wrote themselves.


Himchan: I don’t know, why is it so hard for your rappers to rap?

Seungcheol: I’m going to go help Leo get some coffee. *leaves out side door*

MJ: I think we should go, and that maybe we won’t be coming back.

Kihyun: Do you mean musically or just physically?

JinJin: Physically

Kihyun: oh

Heechul: Shownu, you haven’t said one word all night. There must be something you want to say.

Shownu: no

Kris: I swear they let anyone be an idol these days. Back in my day you needed talent, brains, and pure will to make it!

Jinyoung: I’m going to just let that go.

Jeonghan: If only you would let your acting career go too.

Heechul: I give up.


Hakyeon: Neither did the JJ project but things still worked out somehow.

Namjoon: Jin let’s get some coffee too *leaves*

Jinyoung: I don’t even know if I should be offended or


Hakyeon: Suho, shut up, it’s been a long day. I’m going home. Catch you all the next time. *leaves*

GD: Come on Top. I didn’t bring you here so that I would have to drive my own self back. 

TOP: You brought me because you’ve been drinking out of a beer bottle in your sleeve the whole night and if you go to jail YG may kick you out of th *bursts into giggles* Sorry I can’t keep a straight face when I’m trying to relate to the lessers. *both leave*

Namjoon: We’re dipping out too. Apparently once you become popular you’re suppose to forget who your true friends were. *leaves*

Jin: When we become washed up has beens I’ll  bring cookies to the next one! *leaves*


Kihyun: Hey grandpa! Maybe you should start your own meeting and invite all the elderly!

Woohyun: Don’t give him any ideas, please. *guides Sunggyu out*

Himchan: We’re leaving, frankly I don’t even know if we’ll be back. We’re going through a lot-

Jeonghan: *calls out* Get a new sob story! This one’s getting old!

Himchan *clears throat* and we would do better keeping to ourselves for a while. Come on Yongguk.

Yongguk: Bye thanks for remembering we exist.

Shownu: See you next time. *leaves*

Kihyun: Jinyoung totally fax me over those divorce tips you were telling me about earlier *leaves*

Jinyoung: Will do!

Jaebum: WHA-

Kris: Suho let’s go, Vinnie is having a party at his house and i want to drop you off before I roll up with models on both arms.

Jeonghan: Can I get a ride home with y'all?


Jeonghan: Never mind, I’ll walk. *leaves*


Suho: WAIT! I CAN CHANGE BABE!! *runs after*

Jinyoung: I think I may actually hate them.

Heechul: Lol I do.

Jaebum: You can leave now too.

Heechul: *coughs* Where’s my money? I ain’t working for fre-

Jinyoung & Jaebum: Get out!

Heechul: Whatever, If You Do was better than Hard Carry anyway….and that’s not saying much. *leaves*

Jaebum: Wow look at us actually getting along and standing unite-

Jinyoung: Shut up, I’m still trying to find a way to poison you.

Jaebum: Your love is the only poison I need.


Jinyoung: Shut up.


  • “I have no friends left.”
  • “Why do I do this? I hate it… I hate it so much but I love it even more.”
  • “My bones were shaking, I thought I was going to explode.”
  • “I’d been doing good until that point.”
  • “I even managed to take a shower.”
  • “We meet for all the wrong reasons.”
  • “I mean, she’s a sweet girl… as much as I’m a sweet guy.”
  • “Truer words could not be said.”
  • “I just can’t seem to focus on anything.”
  • “Then everything went wrong, just like it always does.”
  • “I fucking hate that shit.”
  • “I’m ok now.”
  • “Nobody would believe what happens inside my head.”
  • “I could have killed somebody.”
  • “I need a padded cell, I’m telling you.”
  • “This is life, like Burroughs or Kerouac, or Ginsberg… the ones who burn bright.”
  • “I really don’t care about anything.”
  • “I love that it’s so dark.”
  • “I don’t want to ever leave here.”
  • “He still owes me the $9,000 bail I posted for him.”
  • “I think it’s a fucking wig!”
  • “This has to work.”
  • “I can do it…”
  • “We have nothing to say to each other.”
  • “I just felt dead.”
  • “Last night was a bad one.”
  • “Dude, what’s on your hand?”
  • “What happened to me yesterday?”
  • “Between me and you, I guess I was in a bit of a blackout.”
  • “I didn’t say anything.”
  • “I have to pull it together.”
  • “I make myself sick.”
  • “I had nothing else to do so I figured why not?”
  • “I am so pissed.”
  • “She may be fucking insane, but she’s my girl!”
  • “If I see that dwarf, I’ll kick his ass!”
  • “It’s not cool to look too eager.”
  • “He’s the brother I never had.”
  • “Is this a crisis or a needed creative outlet?”
  • “I’m not listening.” 
  • “I’m really trying.”
  • “Let’s see what happens.”
  • “I feel like throwing up.”
  • “I don’t know how to stop thinking about it.”
  • “I know it’s not real.”
  • “This isn’t how I thought my life would turn out.”
  • “You must think I’m insane, but I’m not.
There: Chapter 1 (Bucky x reader)

Hey there lovelies, I hope your Sunday is going grand. I’m trying to write as much as possible and come up with new ideas. I’m really questioning whether I should continue with “Our Eyes”, but what do you guys think? Rest assured, I will be keeping up this one because it’s really working for me. I want to get some good fics out to you guys, I know they haven’t been that great lately, so I’m really trying to get my creativity flowing. Have a wonderful day, I love you all. xoxo

Description: You lost your world. You lost the love of your life. All by yourself, with nobody to support you. Your daughter would have to grow up never knowing her father. But what happens when Bucky comes along? Will you let him in, or will you push him away like everyone else?

Warnings: Depression



For two months you stayed in your house, the house you had shared with Pietro. Every single day you would get up, wake up Victoria, drop her off at the babysitter’s house, and then pick her up after she was already asleep at night. She was so little, she was only two, and she didn’t understand. She didn’t understand why her daddy wasn’t coming home, why she didn’t see her mommy often, or why you didn’t even look like her mommy anymore. That was because you barely ate anymore, and over the course of the last couple weeks, you were beginning to lose weight rapidly. Your cheeks and eyes were starting to hollow out, and your once radiant and bright skin looked pale and lifeless. 

Seeing your daughter every day was like a dagger in your heart. She painfully looked so much like her father, and you couldn’t bear it. That’s why you sent her to the babysitter. Most days you sat in the bedroom you shared with Pietro and looked at pictures of you and him from when you two had started dating, up until the latest pictures of your little family. Some pictures brought up fond memories, and with every memory came tears. You cried yourself to sleep every night, clutching a piece of his clothing to your chest, taking in his scent. You feared that you would forget it, that somehow he would slowly fade from your memory, and that one day there would be no memory of him to hold on to. You were reminiscing in a life that you no longer had, a life that still included Pietro, a life where you were still happy.  

It was one of those nights when the pain was unbearable, but you had to stifle your sobs since Victoria was sleeping. As you balled up a pillow in your fists as you buried your face in it, your phone chimed. Through the blur of tears, you managed to see that it was a text from Bucky. 

F/N, talk to me. I want to be there for you. 

You sighed, wiping away your tears. Bucky had always been a close friend of yours, he understood your pain like nobody else did. He always seemed to intervene at the right times, just before you thought your world was ending. But, well, it seemed to have ended when you lost your lover a few weeks ago. The thing was, when he was with you, a little life surged through you and your mind didn’t distance so far away from you. 

Okay… I don’t think I can do it over the phone though. Can you come here?

You pressed send. You really needed someone to talk to, you just never wanted to admit it. Keeping all these emotions to yourself was putting a toll not only on yourself, but also on your relationship with your daughter. You had been detaching yourself from her because you didn’t want Victoria to see you this way, and because seeing her was a grueling reminder of what you had lost. 

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Kick Ass

>> At first, i’m brazilian so my english is not perfect, i did this tumblr so i could start writing in english, if something i wrote is not correct or if i could use another word etc, i will be very glad if you help me by sending a message, hope you enjoy it, thanks!! xxlaura


Liam Dunbar’s imagine: Kick Ass

“Scott, I was thinking about joining the lacrosse team” I said, he stopped to read his book and looked at me

“You? Why?”

“Because… Why not… I think I have a talent” He laughed like he didn’t believe in me

“Sure, you have a talent" 

"I’m serious! Those are Liam’s exact words” Scott stopped to think about the situation

“Hum… I don’t think it is a great idea, it’s a violent sport" 

"Seriously? After all we’ve been through you say lacrosse is violent?" 

"Yeah, you are right" 



I was pretty nervous. 

Mason was the only one who knew about it, and he wasn’t there with me to give a support, so I was all by myself, biting my nails, wishing good luck to me. 

I saw Liam across the field with Scott, they were laughing at something. The coach was yelling at someone, just like always. It was just a regular day for the lacrosse team, but it wasn’t just a regular day for me.

I went towards Liam and Scott, they stopped to talk and looked at me.

“Hey, came to watch?” Liam asked me.

“Actually not” I answered, Scott started to pay attention to the conversation. “I’ll try to join the lacrosse team” 

“What?” Liam made me repeat.

“I’ll try to join the lacrosse team” I said, smiling.

“Is this some kind of joke?” Scott asked me.

“Why would that be?” They didn’t answer, but I knew what they were thinking. “You two really think i can’t do it?”

“No, it’s not that…” Liam said, but he didn’t continue.

“SCOTT GET YOUR COUSIN OUT OF THE FIELD AND LET’S START IT” The coach yelled at us. I turned around to look at him.

“I’ll do the tryouts” I said it back, he came towards me.

“You’re doing the tryouts? Are you sure girl?” He asked me. I was pretty sure.

“I’m sure” 

“Then let’s start it”


She kicked some ass, I was shocked. So was Scott, I was wondering why she didn’t say anything to us about that. She was coming towards me with a big smile on her face, that made me so happy I wanted to scream.

“You are freaking good” I said,I didn’t think her smile could be bigger, I was wrong. “Since when you like this thing?”

“Since we started to date. I watched all of your games. All of them. Oh, and I watched you practicing, so…”

“It makes sence” 

“It does, right?” She laughed. “Thank you”

“For what?” I asked.

“For everything, for supporting me”

“You know that I always will”

Guys!! It’s really hard for me to write, I don’t know what happened, I’m really sad because I can’t write the way I did before, I think I have so much going on, my imagination and creativity got lost, I’m really sorry and I’m trying my best, I promise, love you all, and thank you for the requests

I used to write because I wanted a means of escaping reality, even if it was just temporarily. When I wrote and developed my characters, I felt as though for once I was in control of what happened and no one could take my creativity away from me. It was liberating and exciting and made me genuinely happy. I only wish to be able to write again, but I don’t know how to start up again.


Thank you for sharing! I hope that you can find your muse again. Off the top of my head, I would suggest looking out for a story or piece or nature or event that resonates with you and try to capture the feeling and details of it, and see where things go from there.

lesbian-thespian-from-next-door  asked:

Sprace for the ship ask thing!

I’m sorry it took me so long to get to this (I went to sleep oops). But thank you for requesting and here it goes:

•who hogs the duvet
-Spot. Yeah, he’s small and weighs like three pounds, but he greets so cold it night that it takes both Race’s warmth and the duvet to keep him comfortable.
•who texts/rings to check how their day is going
-Neither. They both know the other can take care of himself. The only one who might do it is Race and he’ll try to be really casual about it (“No, I don’t care what happens to you. I’m just bored)
•who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts
-Race. He does extravagant (yet inexpensive) things like spelling out “I love you” in candles and taking Spot to rooftop to see it.
•who gets up first in the morning
-Race opens his eyes first but Spot wakes up and pretends that he didn’t so he doesn’t have to leave Race’s arms
•who suggests new things in bed
-Spot. They were never really vanilla but while Race is creative with gifts, Spot I way better at coming up with crazy things to try.
•who cries at movies
-Spot. Race holds him tight and kisses the top of his head as Spot threatens to kill him if he ever tells anyone (this is done through sniffles)
•who gives unprompted massages
-Race. When Spot is having a conversation and Race wants some attention, he’ll start massaging Spot’s shoulders and bite his ear.
•who fusses over the other when they’re sick
-Spot doesn’t get fussy, but he lingers. When Race is sick Spot is never too far away and it drives Race insane.
•Who gets jealous easiest
-RACE OMG. Spot knows he can have anyone who hits on Race beaten into a pulp, but Race doesn’t have that power. He gets really handsy and starts telling Spot all the things he wants to do to him when they get home. Spot doesn’t get upset in private when someone looks at Race
•who has the most embarrassing taste in music
-They both blast Celine Dion and regret nothing
•who collects something unusual
-Spot collects shoes. It’s super weird but when he finds a shoe on the street, he brings it home. Race tried to stop him the first time, but now just lets it go
•who takes the longest to get ready
-Spot. Have you seen his hair?
•who is the most tidy and organised
-hahahahaha no. They are both slobs. David comes and cleans the apartment once a week
•who gets most excited about the holidays
•SPOT IS LIKE A FIVE YEAR OLD ON CHRISTMAS (*pouncing on a sleeping Race* cmon wake up it’s Christmas babe!!)
• who is the big spoon/little spoon
-They don’t spoon but lays his head Race’s chest and Race wraps two protective arms around his waist, occasionally planting kisses to the top of his head.
•who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports
-Race. It’s kind of a part of him because he’s always at the races. He MUST win.
•who starts the most arguments
-Spot. It’s usually something like “Are you sure you even like boys?” “Yes Spot I like boys. I also like girls. That’s how being bisexual works.” “Yeah but the way you were flirting with that waitress.”
•who suggests that they buy a pet
-Race. “So, angel, wouldn’t it be awesome if we had a turtle.” “Not really why?” “Because I brought one home.”
•what couple traditions they have
(This is not mine but I loved it so much that I’m going to use it) They sit on the couch and drink a bottle of wine and make out on New Year’s Eve. They let the sound of the fireworks tell them that another year of being madly in love has passed.
•what tv shows they watch together
-Dexter and Sherlock. But Spot is never opposed to a little Desperate Housewives
•what other couple they hang out with
-Jack and Crutchie
•how they spend time together as a couple
-Spot reads and Race tries to distract him by kissing his neck and talking dirty
•who made the first move
-No one really. It just sort of happened. At the end of the strike, they both reached for each other’s hands at the same time and when they realized that, Race pulled Spot into the most mind-blowing kiss he’d ever had
•who brings flowers home
-Neither. Race brings chocolate home and tells Spot it’s for him. Spot never eats it because he knows it’s really for Race
•who is the best cook
-Race, being his Italian self, is planning to fatten Spot up using his “Manhattan famous” Alfredo sauce

Yay! This made me happy! Send me ships and I’ll answer these prompts ❤️

I’m the type of person who is attracted to your mind. I’m attracted to long conversations with frightening depth and sometimes about nothing at all. I’m attracted to hour long disagreements that end in ice cream truces and laughter. I’m attracted to strange interpretations of the most basic Bible verses and complex theology that makes me want to know what you think about everything there is to think about. I’m attracted to creative language use and puns so lame I wouldn’t think of them first. And when you’ve made an impact on my life? Oh man, you’ve left a handprint on my soul. I’m attracted to permanent things, looks fade, money fades but your mind doesn’t and that’s important. And no matter what happens I’ll always remember that beautiful mind that kept me up at night attempting to solve at least one of its conundrums. See I’m attracted to persons who make me laugh and think at the same time. I guess what I’ve been trying to say is… I’m attracted to you.©
—  Janielle Browne
Grounds upon which it's allowed to kill someone:
  • me: so turns out i have adhd and i don't know, i'm having kind of a hard time coming to terms with it
  • every stupid in the world: oh that's too bad but you shouldn't resent your adhd, from what i gather after 5 full minutes on google high creativity is a trait that stems from it and i'm sure that's the case for you, you should be thankful for adhd because look at how creative you are, u have original ideas, you owe that to your adhd, why would you care about the rest when yuo haev ideas cheer up, ur cReAtiVe :)
  • me: *looks into the camera like i'm in the office*
  • what i say: ... (literally nothing because what the fuck are you gonna say)
  • what i mean: oh am i creative? i haven't checked, you know, mainly because i've been busy since FOREVER what with trying to stay on focus and to remember things and not be overwhelmed by everything and trying to deal with constant frustration that has led me to depression more times than i can count and being crippled by social anxiety and trying to finish ANY of the projects i start or even START ANY PROJECTS, also, all my memories from life are blurry because only HALF of my brain was there when they happened, but you know what, whatever man, you're right, let's all rejoice because at least i'm fUCkiGN cREAtIEV.
Blame Me (Part 3) - Bucky Barnes

Part 1  ➽  Part 2


Summary: The reader and Bucky have a big argument after she met in secret someone from her past. Saying things that he doesn’t mean it and realizing his mistake too late when she already broke before his eyes. And, with Tony’s help, the reader finally have the opportunity to face her past once again. And now? What will happen?

N/A: my creativity to create summary is really a sadness. 

“Dammit, (Y/N)! What happened? “ Tony’s nervous voice forced you to open your eyes, you were feeling weak because your body was trying to expel the device stuck in your chest. The millionaire crouched and quickly pondered the situation. "I can’t take or disarm, right? Shit, that bastard!”

“Tony, shut up and get me out of here.” you groaned, leaning one hand on the ground to boost and lift, but Tony moved faster and took you in his arms carefully.

“Where? (Y/N), do you have a plan?“ the millionaire asked urgently, leaving the building and then using the iron man suit, quickly rising from the ground.

“You need to go to the Grand Central Terminal, he left a bomb there… And Tony, go higher and fly over the Hudson River.” you took a deep breath, trying to join forces to do what your best friend wouldn’t like.

Some years ago

“Hey, kid, can you hear me?”

You opened your eyes slowly, but without leaving your position lying on the destroyed mattress of your cell. You noticed the two men standing at the door waiting for a response from you, one of them you quickly recognize because of his suit. Iron man. You knew the truth. You knew who you really were even with all the psychological torture. And you were safe now.

“Yes. Please, get me out of here?” your voice was a weak murmur, getting up from the bed with some difficulty. You were exhausted after so many tests and torture.

“We’ll get you out. Oh my God, you’re… Oh… Tony, we need to immediately get out of here.“ the other man, who wore glasses, said quickly while helping you leave the cell. Deciding after two seconds that it was better to pick you in his arms to get out quickly. "Are you (Y/N) (L/N)? My name’s Bruce Banner.”

“Y-yes, I am.”

“You’re safe now, (Y/N). I’m sorry about your family, but you’re not alone anymore.” He smiled weakly, just to assure you that everything would be fine. But you could feel that, despite everything you been through, you could have a second chance. You felt peace.

Present day 

You had just five minutes. Your eyes stared at Tony’s face, a worried expression and his eyes full of emotions. You owed Tony and Bruce so much. You hoped that both men would one day achieve their inner peace and well-deserved happiness. They were your only family. They were everything that you managed to win after all the suffering. You then noticed that you had reached your time, Tony now were flying over the Hudson River area that you considered safe enough. So you took a deep breath again.

“Please save those people. And do not come after me.” you whispered tenderly, stroking the millionaire’s face and then using your power to come out of his arms and stop him from trying to hold you again. “I love you, Tony.”

You heard Tony shouting for you, his betrayed expression as he tried to fight your power that blocked him. You closed your eyes, you didn’t want to look at him as you felt your body fall quickly across the sky, the wind ruffling your hair and causing you goose bumps. When you finally hit the water, you felt the pain of the impact and your lungs lose air, but then you heard the alarm sound on your chest and you stopped trying to reach the surface. Dammit. Is that shit over the 10 minutes? So fast. Looking at the sky through the murky water, your last thought was the blue eyes that you loved so much before the darkness swallow you whole.


Bucky didn’t like to stay away from you, he didn’t like to know that you were avoiding him in every possible way. But he didn’t feel good enough to try and ask for your forgiveness. After you’ve gone to stay with Bruce, Bucky’s nightmares started again. He wasn’t complete, he was feeling so bad that he ended up discounting his frustrations on Steve and Natasha. But he actually lost his ground when he found out that you had gone after your past again.

“Where did she go? Where?” 

Bucky shouted angrily, firmly holding the collar of Natasha’s shirt as he held her against the wall, a few centimeters off the ground. The redhead kept her expression blank, the super soldier was nervous but would do nothing to hurt her. He wasn’t angry. Bucky was desperate. He was afraid. Steve and Bruce appeared running in the hallway, they came to contain Bucky, but Natasha shook her head quietly.

“James, she’s with Tony.” she rested her hands on his shoulders and was released automatically.

“This should reassure me?” Bucky pulled away and walked with his head down to the living room, sitting on one of the couches, he buried his head in his hands. 


"Come on, kid. Don’t let me down. Where are you?” Tony grumbled anxious while flying over the perimeter where you had fallen, he had solved the problem of another bomb quickly and without attracting attention. But he did not feel that sense of accomplishment. Not when he couldn’t find you. “FRIDAY, any sign?”

“I’m sorry, sir. But no sign of Miss (Y/N) in this area.”

“Maybe… Maybe she was taken by the river flow?" Tony took a deep breath, trying to contain his emotions and his panic He needed to find you. He was going to find you.

“Sir, I think I found something.”

“Take me there.” 


"You just needed to be with her, Stark!” Steve yelled, keeping a distance from the billionaire so he couldn’t end up doing anything that he’d regret later.

Tony followed the path FRIDAY had indicated and found your body on the Hudson River’s banks, half of your body was destroyed by the bomb and, for a moment, he thought you could recover. But then he saw that remained almost nothing of your heart. He was only able to return home thanks to the AI.

When Tony returned home with you in his arms, Natasha had to quickly knock out Bruce before he could process any information and turn into Hulk. And Bucky… No one imagined that one day would see the winter soldier so destroyed. Bucky didn’t react aggressively. Bucky didn’t run toward Tony’s direction. He simply forgot how to breathe and fell to his knees. The super soldier cried silently, his body trembling violently due to his crying strength. James Barnes was in pieces. This couldn’t be happening. Not with him. Not with you. He couldn’t lose you. Not after everything. But there you were lifeless, breaking all the promises that were made to each other. There would be no future. There would be no “Yes, I do”. It was over.

You were gone.

What would he do now?

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inthepurplefog  asked:

Now this is some heavy stuff: Savage Opress and Asajj Ventress try to work things out after Asajj's betrayal in an AU. This should require immense creativity :D

Omg, this probably isn’t what you had in mind, and I am so sorry, but when I look at this prompt all I can think is “ARRANGED MARRIAGE AU!!!”

Because that’s basically what it would be! I see it happening more or less the same way it happens in canon; Maul is restored to life, and he and Savage cause so much wanton chaos that Ventress eventually hunts them down just to collect the bounty on Savage’s head. When that doesn’t go very well, Maul and Ventress strike a deal: Ventress can turn in Savage for the bounty (Savage will immediately break out of custody, of course) and in turn, Ventress will give Maul all the underworld contact that he needs to start building an army of pirates, thieves, and crime syndicates.

Savage tries to explain to Maul that Ventress (or, “The Witch,” as Savage calls her) cannot be trusted, and that she betrayed Savage several times and ordered him to kill Feral–but Maul doesn’t care. Ventress is a useful tool–for now–and if she tries to betray them again, they’ll simply kill her.

So Savage goes along with it. He has to. He isn’t powerful enough to challenge his brother, but luckily neither is Ventress; they have to work together for mutual power and profit.

But where does the “arranged marriage” come in, you ask? Well, you might recall that Savage was dragged into this whole mess when Ventress claimed Savage as her mate, a bond that Savage still honors. Though the Nightsisters were slaughtered, their traditions run deep in Savage, and each night he retires dutifully to Ventress‘ private quarters, so that she may use him to sire children.

Ventress is surprised at first, but then she looks Savage up and down, appreciating his size and firm, lean muscle. She has no desire for motherhood, but perhaps they could use each other for pleasure instead.

Savage sneers. He explains that she sickens him to his very core, and that any pleasure would be incidental and involuntary. Ventress dismisses him at once. (“Get out!”)

But Savage appears in her quarters the next night, and again the next, should she wish to exercise her right as his mate. She dismisses him every time, but somewhere along the way his presence becomes habitual, and his sneer, less pronounced. Maul is well on his way to uniting the underworld beneath his own banner, and with every passing day their missions become more dangerous, their enemies fiercer and their wounds, deeper.

One night, Ventress stumbles into her quarters with a wound improperly bandaged; a Hutt’s pet Nexu took a swipe across her back, and Ventress couldn’t quite patch it up herself. She doesn’t ask Savage to dress it; he does so wordlessly, carefully, and without prompting.

Ventress thanks him. She admires his handiwork and inquires about where he leaned to clean and dress a wound so neatly. Savage tells her about his brother, about the scrapes he would get into and how often Savage had to rescue him. Ventress laughs because she can’t imagine Maul as a fumbling child, and Savage grows silent. He will not meet Ventress’ eyes.

“No… Not Maul,” he says at last. And then Ventress remembers. Her mouth drops open to say something–anything–but no words will come.

“Am I dismissed?” Savage asks, and Ventress nods. She doubts he’ll come back.

But of course he does. She enters the room and he’s there, sitting neatly on her floor, cross-legged and back straight. His eyes stare into hers, unblinking, unwavering; he’s so strong, so certain, even after everything he’s lost and everything he must face. He is her partner, her friend, her mate, the man who fights beside her every day and comes to her quarters each night, a man she’s hurt so deeply and yet admires so greatly.

“I’m sorry,” she says. It bursts out of her all at once; a string of apologies and excuses and stories; if she could, she would change so much about her life, but the first thing she’d take back would be that awful command to end Feral’s life.

And after a moment, Savage nods, because he spent a very long time with Maul, and he understands the many things people will do to survive. And though understanding isn’t quite the same as forgiving, at least it’s a start.

Ventress smiles at that, grateful. She dismisses him, softly, kindly–but this time, Savage chooses to stay,

Recognizing the Inferior Function in ESxP

[ quick switch: ISxJ | INxJ | IxTP | IxFP | ExTJ | ENxP | ExFJ | ESxP ]

(excerpts from Was That Really Me? by Naomi Quenk)

Dominant and Inferior Expressions of Introverted Intuition:


  • Intellectual clarity
  • Accurate interpretation of perceptions
  • Visionary insight


  • Internal confusion
  • Inappropriate attribution of meaning
  • Grandiose vision

The Form of the Inferior Function

Both ESTPs and ESFPs typically become quieter and more thoughtful when they are in the grip, and this may either precede or alternate with becoming more emotional and/or easily angered. As was the case for Extraverted Feeling types, no positive or negative value seems to be placed on this more introspective stance. Many Extraverted Sensing types who describe becoming “more introverted” convey a sense of wonder and surprise at this change from their usual way of being.

One early sign of an impending inferior function episode is a loss of the easygoing, agreeable character of the Extraverted Sensing type. Although becoming quiet and withdrawn is by far the most frequently mentioned effect, irritability and negativity are also frequently reported. No longer are sensory data accepted indiscriminately at face value. ESTPs and ESFPs often withdraw into themselves, appear to lose contact with their habitual optimism, and appear tired and worried. An ESFP remarked, “I gradually take on too much work and too many responsibilities, then I become overpowered with negative thoughts and become very quiet and sad.”

An ESTP noted, “I start to feel that things are overwhelming, then I let them accumulate, and then I lose all motivation.” Another ESTP said he becomes “quiet and reserved and withdraws from people.” An ESFP said, "I become more contemplative, less talkative, and I’m seen by others as a serious, withdrawn person. This is not my usual self.” “I feel like I have to get control of the situation,” said an ESTP. “I avoid other people, feel guilty about it, and try to speed up everything I do.” As their hold on their dominant and auxiliary functions further diminishes, the qualities of inferior Introverted Intuition manifest in internal confusion, inappropriate attribution of meaning, and grandiose visions.

For ESTPs, tertiary Feeling aids and abets inferior Intuition in the form of imagined personal slights that are incorporated into an elaborate “theory” that proves that others are rejecting them. ESFPs use their tertiary Thinking to come up with cold “logic” to support their theory that others see the ESFP as immature or incompetent.

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anonymous asked:

Are you going to do a Too Many Cooks Explained?

Nope. Too Many Cooks is actually simple enough that pretty much anyone should be able to get it, as long as they understand the concepts of metafiction and parody. Here, let me knock this one out:

Too Many Cooks is a surrealist parody of television during the 80′s and 90′s (that still rings true today) that tries to convey the nature of the tv and entertainment industry through actions that ‘show’ you what they’re trying to say rather than ‘telling’ you.

You have your Full House kind of intro that’s full of corn and saturated sweetness presenting a gross idealization fantasy of American life. The intro goes on and on as more and more characters with gimmicks get introduced into the show. You get a Science Kid, a Tough Kid, and the Cool Neighbor Kid, followed by The Adorable Twins, and eventually get to a puppet cat, Smarf. 

It just gets more ridiculous from here as we leave the house and explore an office setting; the producers are trying to make a switch and shake things up a little, introducing more set pieces to try and catch all audiences. And then, out of nowhere, our white family turns into a black family–same show, different color, because if you have the same successful product in a different flavor, you capture both the white audience who love the show, and the black audience, and often, tv producers didn’t care about ripping someone off or making a clone if it means they increase their audience.

But then family sitcoms get boring to people, and the black family is joined by a firefighter and a police officer, bringing us into a cop drama program, of which there have been too goddamn many throughout time and we see that trend continuing today.

Television is running the gamut of what can appeal to audiences, even through the point of turning to animation with the G.I. Joe parody. And all along, through all of the changes in all of the programs, you’re hearing, “Too Many Cooks.”

That saying applies to a few things about the short. First, there are too many cooks in the sense that there’s too much of the same thing on tv, and too much on tv in general. The amount of competition between original shows and their clone rivals produces a need for radical changes in producers, and they’ll try pretty much anything to mix it up and gain a wider audience share–we see this happen in the short because it’s happened so much throughout television history. 

“Add a dog! Add… add a new neighbor! Give him a new job, give him a superpower! I don’t care what you do, just GET OUR RATINGS BACK!”

Too many cooks as a phrase also applies to the kind of people who would say the quote I just made above; often, when it comes to a creative property in the field of video entertainment, there are too many cooks in the kitchen messing with what used to be a simple dish, adding things they think will make it more appealing when they don’t even know how to cook in the first place. It’s apparently a giant problem for creators working today, especially in the animation industry–the suits want to mess with the idea based on their ‘market research.’

And finally,’ too many cooks’ works in describing how a tv show can lose its way, a lot like Twin Peaks did in its second season when Mark Frost and David Lynch were off set doing other things. All of the new characters, guest stars, and stupid gimmicks thrown in can be dismissed as ‘too many cooks.’ The additions are too much, and they have to go.

So, what’s the deal with our serial killer? Does he represent anything?

He might be a symbol for two things I can think of. I see the killer as the audience, growing sick of all the same garbage, heartless twists, and rehashes. He’s a cynical, dispirited person, and is giving all of these bad programs the axe (or machete, in this case.)

He might also represent the way that some of these shows go absolutely insane and cannibalize themselves, destroying their own product for the sake of ratings while being fully aware they’re burning the whole house down. If it makes enough heat and light, they’re good with it.

And of course, when the killer gets blown up by Smarf, that character reveals himself to be a robot of some kind, because Big Twists always get audiences interested and result in mainstream news coverage.

The Too Many Cooks disease continues on, becoming an actual disease treated in another type of show we’ve had too goddamn much of–a medical drama. 

And finally, it all becomes too heavy and convoluted, and there have been so many cooks in the kitchen messing with things that it’s time to just throw out the whole dish and start again. This task is up to Smarf, who goes and hits the reset button, because when you’ve destroyed something beyond repair or have run out of ideas, what do you try as a hack producer?

A reboot!

And once that intro ends and we get into the show, we have just a few seconds of actual “show” before the end credits hit, because that intro took up so much time–a comment on how television is often style over substance now.

The abstract and horror elements serve mainly as devices for serving the message, but also give us a second gift of a seriously unique horror and psychological thriller kind of situation. Too Many Cooks is 100% good all the way through and I consider it an extremely valuable short film.