I made these as a way to compile all the geographical vocabulary that I thought was useful and interesting for writers. Some descriptors share categories, and some are simplified, but for the most part everything is in its proper place. Not all the words are as useable as others, and some might take tricky wording to pull off, but I hope these prove useful to all you writers out there!
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Why Guys Like Asian Girls - Anna Akana
Everyone needs to watch this video. Now.
100% on point especially about men thinking that having “yellow fever” is a compliment and we’re supposed to be flattered by it. It’s the #1 way to parade around your blatant racism.
The saddest thing is that most people will find this humorous instead of serious. We’re standing right beside one another, and yet we text others instead of actually speaking to each other. Have you ever sat down and thought about how uncomfortable we now are around one another that it’s so bad that we literally pretend to be texting someone when we’re not, just so it’s less awkward to stand beside people? What’s supposed to strengthen our bonds has taken away from it. It’s time to take our faces out of our phones and notice the world, give a kind gesture to someone, and go SEE your friends instead of just texting them.
I’m going to let that sink in.
Ah yes let me just up and leave school right in between my classes so I can go see the friend 40 miles away that i’m currently texting instead of making idle chit chat with the people around me that I don’t particularly care for.
Fuck your pretentious shit.
"whines evil technology is making people antisocial its not real communication if its not face to face and im a pretentious self righteous shitbaby that asks random people on the street for the time and feels good about it"
"Just let me die," Hynas to Cae.
Hynas tried not to focus on any of the strange sensations - the fact he couldn’t feel the lower half of his body, as if everything below the waist had been severed clean off, the feeling of oozing in his abdomen, as if he organs were letting everything flow free to swim about below his skin… which they probably were. He’d let his anger get the better of him on the field, and it had cost him dearly. He’d been overpowered, beaten down by the heavy club of monstrous amalgamation of unread flesh and poorly stitched organs, before being tossed carelessly over the edge of a steep, rocky hill. Whatever hadn’t been cracked from the initial beating had shattered and snapped as he went ass over tea kettle down the hill.
He had expected to die down there, alone, until a few skittering pebbles struck his cheek, and his blurred vision found a familiar form sliding gently down the steep hillside.
“Cae,” it was barely a word, more groaning expulsion of air from between his lips. His fingers brushed the edge of her jaw, leaving a dark line of blood on her chin. The spatters of blood and mud on her face did nothing, in his eyes, to detract from how pretty she was… but that frown did.
“Be quiet, you’re wasting energy.” The familiar beam of soothing Light kept faltering in her hand, pulsing once, twice then dying. No matter how many times she tried, the Light seemed in agreement with Hynas today. It was time for her to let him go; she disagreed, vehemently, and cursed herself as if the fault lay with her. The soreness in her muscles be damned, even as she sat sweating and fighting off the desire to close her eyes, she refused to accept that she had surpassed her limits. Hynas needed her help, she had to help him, reality and limitations could fuck right off.
“You have to go, Cae. You have to go back, there are other people that need your help.” He wanted to sit up and kiss her, but his cracked bones kept him from doing so. Instead, he let his head thump back in her lap, peering up so that his last memories might be of her face. It was hard to breathe. “Just let me die.”
“No! Don’t say that, don’t you dare say that!” Caeliri shrieked at him, tears welling in her eyes as her gut began to sink. She couldn’t save him, she didn’t have the strength. Not to heal him, not to carry him up the steep, rocky hill they tumbled down…
“Please, you can’t leave me,” she leaned to press her head against his forehead, hands still gripping at his armor, begging for the Light to spare her friend. “I can’t lose anyone again, please, Hynas.”
The tears rolled from her cheeks, splashing gently against the corners of his eyes, but he did not blink them away. He didn’t move at all.
Pixars 22 Rules of Story Telling
9 is worth the price of admission, holy crap.
This is genius. So many great writing tips!
And this is why Pixar is a master in their field.
Why do I feel so weird reblogging this… this is the weekend dammit! Anyway, great advice.
This is something I definitely needed to hear right about now. Makes me want to storyboard!