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Larissa Lardo still isn’t sure about the whole “hockey manager” thing. It’s decent money, and the guys are nice enough, but they’re an art student for fuck’s sake. (They’re keeping the name whatever happens, its cool as shit, and fits way better than they’re given name). What are they even doing here, hanging out at the Haus when there’s not even a kegster happening. It’s 3pm on a Sunday in November and they’re standing on the porch, still debating whether or not this is a good idea.
Fuck it whatever they think, and push open the door, braced for the inevitable wave of sound that normally occurs.
Nothing. There’s no one in the living room, no sound from the tv, no blender being subjected to Jack’s protein shakes. Where is everyone?
Shitty told them to come hang, and there’s no way that he would have been deliberately cruel. He’s here, even if the rest of the haus-dwellers are out. As they move up the stairs, it’s still freakishly quiet until they get to Shitty’s door, and Lardo can finally hear talking. They knock and after Shitty yells, “Lards get your ass in here!” Lardo pushes the door open. They take one look around, curious, and -
That’s their art on the wall. The pieces Lardo threw in the dumpster two weeks ago, angry at the world and coming off a horrible critique from her professor. The small triptych of ducklings. The abstract inspired by Lake Quad. The small portrait of their neighbor back home. The still life of a pong table they painted after the first kegster of the year.
The white noise in Lardo’s ears clears long enough for them to hear, “ - just left in the dumpster by Faber can you believe it? Who would want to throw this stuff away, it’s fuckin’ sick! I made Jack help me carry it back here there was no way I was going to risk someone else taking it or the trash guys coming before I could get back for a second trip, ya know?”
He put their art on his wall. He put their art on his wall. He went out of his way and made his best friend help gather their art and put it. On. His. Wall.
“…Paging Dr. Lardo. What’s up with you Lards? You look like someone hit you over the head.”
“That’s my stuff up there,” they breathe, not able to catch their breath properly yet from the sudden desire to cry.
“What?”
Lardo clears their throat, do not cry do not cry do Not Fucking Cry -
“That’s my art on your wall. I tossed it two weeks ago right before practice.”
“HOLY SHIT BRAH! Lards, that’s s’awesome! You have to sign it for me, all of it, right now - where’s my sharpie?” He’s rummaging in his desk, still chattering excitedly, when he straightens up suddenly and spins around, eyes narrowed. “Wait. I found it in the dumpster. You threw it out. Why would you throw this stuff out? It’s seriously so good Lardo.”
“Just a bad day I guess,” they say, trying not to make it a huge deal. Lardo doesn’t want to poke that raw place inside themselves just yet. Not even in front of Shitty.
Shitty just looks at them for a second, considering. For a second, Lardo thinks he’s going to pry and that is not going to go well. At all. Then his face clears back to it’s normal amusement. “Well, I’m even more vindicated in forcing Jack to help me. And you’re still signing this stuff. Get over here.”
Lardo goes, and can feel the corner of their mouth quirking upward, almost against their will.
Cool, so we’re doing this. Managing the hockey team.
any room can be a panic room if you just give me a fucking second
you dont get to tell me that representation doesnt matter when im crying over cemetery boys because its the first book ive ever read with a trans main character. i didnt realize how much this book would mean to me. because ive never had that in books or any media.
it is so fucking important that young kids have characters and stories that they can relate to and see themselves in because previous queer generations didnt have this. im still very young and part of a generation that is being exposed to more representation, and even i didnt see any queer characters until late middle school.
so when i see a character talking about things like his family deadnaming and misgendering him, wearing a binder and being uncomfortable without it, and not feeling confident enough to even use the correct bathroom, i think, “hey, i feel those things. i experience these things. i resonate with these things.” and i want all young lgbtqia kids to have that feeling because its the fucking best thing in the world.
Gotta keep a straight face u guys
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Misleading your readers can be super important in writing! Especially if you want a plot twist that works, sometimes foreshadowing can get a bit obvious but throw in some red hearings and you’re back on track.
When it comes to unreliable sources, there are a ton, but it is preferable to choose one that your readers will believe. For this I mostly use characters, see, most readers will believe the protagonist or important side characters when they say something. They won’t even question it. But there’s a lot of reasons your main character may not be telling the truth.
They might be retelling an explanation they made up in their head a long time ago and can’t even remember was made up.
They might have been lied to.
They might of misunderstood something they were told.
They might be talking to a child and simplifying or lying for their protection.
And if you don’t say anything, people will assume whatever they say is true. But characters are allowed to make mistakes.
Remember, if you have an all knowing neutral narrator, they can’t straight up lie. But character’s aren’t all knowing and often think they are.
Another form of unreliable information can be extracts from books, or essays. Books are full of misinformation! Either because of politics, interests or simply new evidence coming around. How many things were supposed to be true until proven otherwise? And students can be terrible! The amount of lies I’ve told in my essays purely from misinterpretation is terrifying.
For both of these you have to be careful. If every time you pull out a book it’s all lies, well, readers aren’t dumb, they’ll pick it up quite quickly. If it is mostly true, with a couple of lies spread in between the pages, now we’re talking.
You can also combine the two. A characters reads something in a book, tells others, they believe it and go with is as though true. Nobody ever corrects the misinformation. The reader certainly won’t be suspecting anything at that point.
Anyway, I hope this was useful.
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How have you tricked your readers?
hey do you have a tumblr
no sorry
Anxiety creates false urgency.
You don’t have to figure out and solve everything right now.
You can’t.
Life is too complex.
Pick one thing. Maybe the most challenging thing and pick away at one part of it. Maybe the least challenging thing to get something out of the way. Maybe no things at all, just make a note on your phone or stick a post-it somewhere to remind you of things another time.
You got this.
I divide my day into active, essential, and discretionary time
Active: This time is spent on obligatory tasks with due dates/deadlines. You will spend most of hours in the day doing these tasks (Things you must do).
Work related tasks
Assignments
Study
Job applications
Interviews
Essential: This time will be spent doing things to stay healthy & grounded. Always prioritize making time for the essentials of life because only you can remind yourself of it. (Things you have to do)
Sleep
Nap
Exercise
Self care/skin care routine
Meditation
Meal prep
Reading
Journaling
Planning
Discretionary: You will spend the least time doing things within this category. (Things you want to do)
Out with friends
Watching a TV show
Reading
Doing anything you like
Catch up on things you could not do
Uni was fun today
imagine being stuck in a room surrounded by everyone you’ve ever had sex with
For all Jason relating fans....
Ready?
it hurts to always be left behind doesn't it?
second best is something that you're used to i bet.
are you unloveable or do you just drive everyone away?
not everything is your responsibility, but you're gonna make it that way, aren't you?
it's eerily easy to be replaced, better hold on tight and hard.
you know to fight for every ounce of respect you're owed.
they'll forgive you, but it hurts to have to apologize, right?
For Tim kins