Literally the dumbest thing i’ve ever come up with (or someone probs already did this 8 years, whatevs). Don’t read, it’s absolute crap.

what if there was a webcomic where the planets had personalities?

Like Jupiter’s a jockish kinda character who seems vapid, but actually has a soft spot (for you science people, i’m so punny right now)
And Saturn’s a bit of an artsy-fartsy, dye-your-hair-blue-when-you’re-50 kinda girl.
Uranus is a party animal and kinda mad (hence the sideways orbit).
Neptune’s a pothead who’s into photography and the color blue. He’s from Iceland and wants to go back to his roots someday.
Everyone thinks Mars is a hothead but really he’s kinda small and chill and really likes video games or gardening or something. He’s Earth’s roommate.
Venus is a pint-sized diva with tattoos, leather boots, and a black belt, her love hurts as much as her hate.
And Mercury’s her brother and they’re both a couple of hotheads.
And Pluto’s like the whiny newbie young’un who’s always like “wait for me!!”

And Earth is just a straightforward, sarcastic little fuck who’s super creative and super unmotivated (all these people and they’re fucking it up inside his head).

Yeah, wow. Where did that come from.

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whiteraven93:

Am I the only one who’s really annoyed by TVTropes? I decided to look at the entry for one of my favorite book series, and literally every tiny detail about it was turned into something categorical. I understand that’s the point of TVTropes, but still. The underlying point of that website is to turn everything in a cliche and make it look bad. “The major plot? Oh, I can categorize that. It’s been repeated 300 other things you may or may not have heard of.  Sooooo overdone.” If you look at TVTropes for anything other than the meaning of a stupid term that hasn’t been popular for five years or more, you’ll end up hating literature, movies, television, anime, manga, comic books, video games, and life in general.

Seriously, TVTropes is just one giant pool of “everything’s been done and it’s all a ripoff of everything else.” And it’s annoying as hell.

It’s almost basically, “oh god, here we go again, we hate everything new because it’s a rip-off of everything else” which annoys the hell out of me…

On the homepage of the site:

Tropes are devices and conventions that a writer can reasonably rely on as being present in the audience members’ minds and expectations. On the whole, tropes are not clichés. The word clichéd means “stereotyped and trite.” In other words, dull and uninteresting. We are not looking for dull and uninteresting entries. We are here to recognize tropes and play with them, not to make fun of them.”

I feel terribly depressed (as a writer and reader/TV viewer) when I read it sometimes too, but I try to see it as a good resource for possible characters or plot twists to introduce, whether I’m trying to avoid cliche or do something cliche and do it well.

Need another way to say for “the troll lumbered”. To the thesaurus!

Tramp? Eh. Bumble? No. Shuffle? No this is a no-shitting-around battle troll, not a drunken hobo.

Would it be a problem for a Tolkien troll to schlepp? Schlepp menacingly…?

Galumph. Galumph!? That’s a fucking word!? Galumph…

Fuck it, the troll is going to flounce and prance around the battlefield like a sparkly fairy princess 

jfc I need tea.

#writer problems

Crawl out of bed and listen to the wood creak below your toes. Skate across your space and start to grab at what you’ll need. You move quickly, like you’re late for nothing and then the window whispers in your direction. It teases you before you’re ready.

Peel your clothes off and make room for more. Wrap your neck, roll your socks, coat yourself all over. Then when you’re bundled and set, lock the door so you can leave it behind. Take your keys and hug them between your palms. You hold them so tight, like they might reciprocate.

Step out and into the cold. Don’t hesitate. Walk into the chill and let the door slam behind you. The sound of the metal frame’s thump against your building startles your bones and sends shock waves. It should shake you, it should push you out of the easy.

The temperature cuts right away, so don’t act surprised. Let it turn you inside out. If it hurts a little, that’s okay. That means it’s making change.

Pack your hands into your pockets. Keep them safe and warm if you can. Then pick a song and stick to it. Match your steps to the strums. Pretend the song is just for you. Hide in its notes, in its pace. Let it guide you down each bare block. It will lead you to the unfamiliar if you allow, if that’s what you want. Maybe let it take you there this time.

You might stare into the thin air, you might hear a lot of noise inside of your head. Let your thoughts breathe and then freeze into the open space. They’ll break, they’ll fall, and they’ll rise again if they’re meant to.

Sit down on a tiny bench and take a minute to miss the something you never had. The feeling is yours, you made it from scratch. It’s foggy but it’s real and it hurts. Try to keep your head up and your eyes wide. Keep yourself company. You’d rather be here than at arm’s length somewhere else.

You can’t wait around for an idea. He disappoints.

Confuse this pain with that of the icy atmosphere. Mix them up and then walk them off. Get up and move down the sidewalks and let them move you back. Follow them until you find a new rhythm. Don’t stop moving until you’ve purged this thick feeling. It’s too heavy to carry around anymore.

Hold onto your tears, delay your reaction and then let them go. See them fall and leave you forever. Look down at your boots and watch them skim the icy sidewalk. They form a gentle sound when they touch down. Listen to the quiet crash they make. It’s the sound of moving forward and moving on. And it’s the sound of finding something you weren’t looking for.”