I Am Crying. I’m Definitely Crying.

Wow... this is absolutely perfect ☝🏻

Why the SPN mixtape scene from 12x19 is screenwriting gold, and should be taught to the next generations of screenwriters everywhere - analysis

20 seconds. Two lines of dialogue, three gestures, a couple more camera angles. Episode 19, season 12 of a genre TV show “Supernatural”. A single strike of screenwriting and cinematic genius. The mixtape scene.

Robert Berens and Meredith Glynn, I bow before you.

This scene should be used as an example for future screenwriters how you can put maximum of meaning into minimal time and dialogue. Should be analyzed and taught at universities everywhere, how to achieve the most using the least. How to write for TV, where you only have less than an hour to built something spectacular.

WOW.

Let’s just peel off all the layers of these 20 seconds of footage and these 13 words. 13 WORDS.

(Cas knocks, Dean doesn’t say anything. Cas opens the door, apologizes for disturbing Dean in his room, and then takes a cassette tape out of his left inside coat pocket, and puts it on the desk, while tapping the label on it that says “Deans (sic!) top 13 Zepp traxx”.)

Cas: Um, I just wanted to return this.

Dean: It’s a gift. You keep those.

13 tracks. 13 words. The future. So number thirteen is important for the future. I mean, are you trying to tell us something here, writers?

(Dean takes the tape, oustreches his arm, and gives it back to Cas. We see Cas’ hand grabbing the tape, and taking it back.)

That tiny scene is ENORMOUS from the perspective of the narrative and the characterization. Let’s see what we can get out of it. (Prepare yourself: it’s gonna be long. Damn, how much meta can you write based on 20 seconds of television and two lines of dialogue?) (Hint: A lot.)

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SEBASTIAN STAN as Mickey Henry in MONDAY (2019) — Dir. Argyris Papadimitropoulos

not to be “that person who stares at gifs and makes a weird whining noise in the back of their throat all day” but

I’m kinda suffering

A LOT

So here’s some gifs to drag you all down with me

You know if you feel like watching Dean quietly implode via his hand on a loop all day

YEESSSS!! 😩😩

And then you’re so excited about all your new ideas but you’re also so frustrated!! ☹️

What they don't tell you about writing is that as you write, you discover scenes and entire plots that you hadn't accounted for that need to be written. So you can spend two hours writing and editing only to realise you're further away from the finish line than you thought you were when you started

No idea where porn got the idea that men snorting and grunting like dying wild boars in quicksand during sex is hot, give me a guy who whimpers. Let a guy quiver and moan helplessly in my arms and watch me become consumed with lust for him. Last time I was I was in bed with a man and I got it just right, he made this high-pitched sort of sobbing moan and had the nerve to apologize for it like he was embarrassed and there I was so turned on I couldn’t even tell him how much. The idea that male posturing must be maintained even while drowning in pleasure is so fucking stupid, I want to hear all those little sounds that are both super hot and telling me I’m doing something right for someone I really want to make feel good.

The Titanoboa, is a 48ft long snake dating from around 60-58million years ago. It had a rib cage 2ft wide, allowing it to eat whole crocodiles, and surrounding the ribcage were muscles so powerful that it could crush a rhino. Titanoboa was so big it couldn’t even spend long amounts of time on land, because the force of gravity acting on it would cause it to suffocate under its own weight.

Being a writer is so nice because I just realized that all the headcanons I have about my OCs can easily become canon if I want to and that made me feel so … powerful.

This is beautiful and melancholic and unbelievable sad. But it sums up humanity in a perfect way and reading this gives me hope that there are still a few good people out there.

gosh but like we spent hundreds of years looking up at the stars and wondering “is there anybody out there” and hoping and guessing and imagining

because we as a species were so lonely and we wanted friends so bad, we wanted to meet other species and we wanted to talk to them and we wanted to learn from them and to stop being the only people in the universe

and we started realizing that things were maybe not going so good for us– we got scared that we were going to blow each other up, we got scared that we were going to break our planet permanently, we got scared that in a hundred years we were all going to be dead and gone and even if there were other people out there, we’d never get to meet them

and then

we built robots?

and we gave them names and we gave them brains made out of silicon and we pretended they were people and we told them hey you wanna go exploring, and of course they did, because we had made them in our own image

and maybe in a hundred years we won’t be around any more, maybe yeah the planet will be a mess and we’ll all be dead, and if other people come from the stars we won’t be around to meet them and say hi! how are you! we’re people, too! you’re not alone any more!, maybe we’ll be gone

but we built robots, who have beat-up hulls and metal brains, and who have names; and if the other people come and say, who were these people? what were they like?

the robots can say, when they made us, they called us discovery; they called us curiosity; they called us explorer; they called us spirit. they must have thought that was important.

and they told us to tell you hello.

Carry On My Wayward Son (lullaby Version) 

john watson’s life: a summary

John: *wistfully wishing for a happy life*

life: *gives him sherlock*

john: 

life: *takes sherlock away*

john:  

life: *gives mary instead*

john: :/    :\      ok i guess…

john: *in a stable domestic relationship with mary* :-)

life: *gives back sherlock*

john: *looks at mary* *looks at sherlock* *is conflicted* :|

life: *mary and sherlock gets along and both exist in john’s life*

john: this is good compromise :-) 

life: *mary shoots sherlock*

john: wtf :///

life: *sherlock is sent to excile*

john: 

life: *excile canceled*

john: 

life: *mary gets shot to protect sherlock*

john: oh ffs @life all i want is a peaceful life….

life: *gives rosie and co-parenting with sherlock*

john: finally…