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Funny Story

My sister was at a gig the other night with her friend and she was at the front near the stage, squished between loads of people. So she got overwhelmed and fainted but because there were so many people she just sort of stayed standing up.

It wasn’t until he person behind her noticed something wrong and moved and she just sort of fell to the floor. She then got crowd surfed to the front with her friend but through all of this she was unconscious so she doesn’t remember any of it.

“I want to take a moment to talk about you and your idea, because it’s something I always need to remember.

“So, you, as a screenwriter of a story that you came up with—you are the only person in the process who will ever truly be alone with that story. You are a mother holding their baby. You are pregnant with it. It’s in your head. No matter how complicated the process of writing it, ultimately it is a piece of you. This is a business and it’s also an art. I always get kinda disgusted when people talk endlessly about the idea that their art is “part of them”—but it is! It is! It’s as part of them as the words coming out of their mouth, as the things they say to their friends, as the things you build with your hands, the food you cook… It’s all a sort of extrapolation of you.

“Even though things can get diluted and get ruined—or never sell—or never make you any money—or come out and do badly—or get torn apart by a director who you thought would be perfect and then betrays you—or get torn apart by critics—or, you know, succeed: always keep in mind that the thing you do when you’re alone, when you’re writing it, when it’s still part of you, is special. That’s special! That’s the act of creation! Not even most humans can do that! So if you wrote something—maybe it sucks. Maybe it’s great. I don’t know. I haven’t read it. Maybe you think it sucks. Maybe you hate it. Maybe you’re like “I hate everything I write!” Maybe you’re one of those people. I don’t get those people, but maybe you’re one of those people. Maybe you’re someone who’s a fanboy of their own stuff. Great! Please never forget, no matter how far you feel from the work, that it started inside you. That’s special. That’s a unique thing. And on some level you should—even if you’re just writing fanfiction for the internet—be proud of that.

Max Landis, “message to screenwriters

kaosstar  asked:

“Your eyes are amazing… do you know that?”


“I … what?”  Blakk’s gaze lifted in surprise to meet Zim’s, before he blushed and his eyes slid away.  “Don’t be ridiculous.  No they’re not.”  He busied himself with studying the view past the small table as the sun steadily sunk beyond the curve of the ocean.  The great white thranta’s wings rose leisurely into view, glinting pink and gold in the glow.  “They’re just … blue.  They’re average.”

Ziminder leaned across the table, hand sliding up to cup Blakk’s face, thumb gently tracing his cheek and prompting Blakk’s gaze to return.  Zim’s smile was gentle and kind and breathtaking, and Blakk didn’t deserve the way the man was looking at him now.  Why?

“You think so little of yourself, Blakk.  Why?”

“… I … but … I-I don’t, I just … I’m practical-”

“Your eyes are dark blue like the ocean when you’re angry … blue-gray like storm clouds when you’re sullen or tired … and bright like the deepest blue in the sky when you’re feeling happy or passionate.”

Blakk stared, speechless.  “I … I …”

“They’re beautiful, Blakk.  Amazing, just like you.”  Ziminder’s intense gaze had Blakk stammering and his blush deepening until he ended up with absolutely nothing to say and ducked his head, biting his lip.  His face burned. Ziminder chuckled softly, raising his hand to sweep Blakk’s bangs out of the way and bring his gaze up once more.  There was no judgment in Zim’s face, nothing but kindness and acceptance.

“I didn’t know you were a poet, Zim,” Blakk finally mumbled, and Zim laughed.  Their dinner finished, he slid around the booth to sit next to Blakk.  Light fading, Zim dug out their gloves and hats and they donned them, and if Blakk ended up sitting rather close to Zim, and Zim’s arm ended up around Blakk’s shoulders, it was surely just to keep warm in the growing night.

Finally, the thranta gently banked, turning their view away from the sunset and toward the dark.  A hush fell over the dining crowd.  

And then, the wind stopped.

Ripples in the ocean far below smoothed, and the night sky abruptly surrounded them in totality - a crystal-studded velvet dome both above and below, as if they floated in space itself.  The great thranta beneath them rumbled, a low, haunting croon.

It was breathtaking.

“Wow …” Blakk whispered.

“Beautiful …”  After a moment, Blakk’s gaze strayed from the view to meet Zim’s.  He did a double-take, and Zim smiled in the darkness, gazing deep into his eyes.  “Just like the sky, Blakk.  Just like the sky.”


Anime Tiddies [ x ]

anonymous asked:

so my boyfriend just told me about a fetish he's never told me about before and I'm up for anything but this one is just kinda... well he wants me to pee in his mouth.. I mean I'm into kinky shit but um.. idk what do you think

golden showers bruh

i mean if ur into it sure