When In The Barbie Teaser The Little Girls Smash Their Baby Dolls' Heads In Space Odyssey Style After

thinking about how sanji is simultaneously one of the coolest and lamest characters in all of one piece. a suave badass with a heart of gold AND a pathetic, wet paper bag of a human being. every time he's on screen i'm swooning over him while also fighting through twenty layers of cringe. truly a man of multitudes.

maybe i’m just being pretentious here but for as thematically rich and layered of a film nope is once you start peeling back the layers i feel like it’s also not a hard movie to quote-unquote “get” if you use like, even just two of your brain cells lmao. jordan peele’s use of symbolism is incredibly intelligently crafted but it’s also like, not subtle at all (and that’s not a criticism i think it really works and he pulls it off really well lol) so the fact that there are apparently people coming out of this film not understanding what it’s about or thinking the gordy plotline is superfluous is genuinely baffling to me

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Masterpost: How to write a story?

Compilation of writing advice for some aspects of the writing process.

How to motivate myself to write more

How to get rid of writer’s block

Basic Overview: How to write a story

How to come up with plot

How to create a character

How to make a character unique

How to write conversation

How to write the last line

How to create a villain

Introducing a group of characters

Large cast of characters interacting in one scene

Redemption arc

Plot twists

How to write a summary

How to write romance

How to write emotional scenes

How to write yelling

How to title fanfiction

How to use songs in a fanfiction

Fatal Character Flaws

Good traits gone bad

More specific scenarios

Slow burn

How to create quick chemistry

How to write a bilingual character

How to write a character with glasses

How to write a polyamorous relationship

How to write found family

How to create and write a cult

Criminal past comes to light

Reasons for breaking up while still loving each other

Forbidden love

Date gone wrong

Causes for the apocalypse

How to create a coffee shop atmosphere

How to write enemies to lovers

How to write lovers to enemies to lovers

Arranged matrimony for royalty

Paramilitary Forces/ Militia

Honeymoon

Academic Rivals to Lovers

Love Language - Showing, not telling

How to write amnesia

AU ideas

Favourite tropes

Inconvenient things a ghost could do

Milestones in a relationship

How to write age difference

Platonic activities for friends

Introducing partner(s) to family

Writing a stratocracy

Reasons a couple would divorce on good terms

Love Language - Showing you care

How to write the mafia

A Queen’s Assassination Plot

Crime Story - Detective’s POV

Giving the reader butterflies with your characters

Evil organization of assassins

Last day on earth

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I love how much Heartstopper emphasises queer COMMUNITY and how important it is to see other people like you. Nick finding the courage to hold hands with Charlie after seeing an older gay couple. The rainbow ocean reaching out to Ben at the queer art exhibition. Coach Singh telling Nick about her wife and promising to protect him from homophobes on the rugby team. Nick watching Tara and Darcy kissing on the dance floor and realising he can be both happy and queer. Elle meeting other trans people at the art school and feeling at home.

Heartstopper constantly shows that surviving as a queer person is a group effort and it’s not only accurate, but comforting to queer youth. It’s a plot point that only a queer person could have the conscience to write.

Taylor being the cutest 🫶🏻

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Angel Torres x reader

Notes: hey guys. I waited like over two weeks but because almost nobody else is interested in writing some nope fanfictions, i’ m gonna do it. Be aware, my writing is Not Good. And if your also waiting for nope ffs pls Write some. I look at these tags daily!!!! These characters deserve some love! Maybe if I‘m not totally depressed again, I’m gonna write another one.

Warnings: english isnt my First Language, blood, spoilers, some swearing

„Fuck“

Dust and sand had mixed with your tears. Once again you rubbed your eyes and looked up.

No matter how many times OJ had told you that you should not look up.

Jean Jacket was no longer visible. In front of you was only a cloudless sky. In another context it would have been the perfect day. Blue sky, nothing but space.The sun was shining in the afternoon heat. But right now you only felt fear.

Slowly you began to stand up. Your ankle hurt. You remembered that while running you had tripped over one of the wires. Weeks ago you wanted to help the Haywood siblings to remove the wires behind the old barn. But there had always been too much to do at the horse ranch. It had only been 6 months since Mr. Otis Haywood had died in a strange way. It was still unexplainable. He had taught you to ride as a child. He was a kind man and a good teacher. His children always following him around, trying to help as much as they could. You remember OJ standing on the edge of the gate laughing. You hadn't really been very skilled. Emerald, who was only two years older, was standing next to him. She knew how difficult some horses could be. She started cheering you on. While her big brother just rolled his eyes.

Even today, the two had a similar dynamic. Em was loud and cheerful, she loved to play pranks with you on the other farm workers, but especially on her brother. Often you would stay with her long after work hours and you would cook together and sing loudly in the kitchen to Mr haywood's old records. She has always been your friend but you two got really close after what had happend with her father. She talked about it, when it was just the two of you sitting on the porch drinking a glass of wine on a Sunday evening.

Her brother was different. OJ was quiet instead. Most of the time he watched situations rather than get involved in them. He was the silent observer. But never in such a way that it was uncomfortable. He was more like a protector watching over you. A big brother. It was difficult for him to open up. He didnt really talk about what happend. But you could see it in his face, he was thinking about it all the time. And when we all found about Jean Jacket. He didnt want to run away. He wanted to face the animal that killed his father. And he was gonna protect his horses, his home, his friends and his sister. That's why he was so annoyed at first that you and Em wanted to be part of the whole Jean Jacket plan. He thought it was too dangerous. But the farm and the horses were his whole life. And it had always been a second home to you, so it was clear that you would do anything to make the plan work.

You freed your foot from the wire and took a closer look. It was smeared with blood and your pants were torn open, but it probably looked worse than it actually was. You could still feel your foot. It hurt when you started standing up. You tried to move slowly. The house in front of you still red and bloodied. The remnants of the previous nights lay around the porch. You tried not to look too closely, the fear of catching parts of your friends on the roof above the door was to big. You had not yet been able to think further about what exactly had happened. The crazy movie maker that was Antlers Holst had run right into Jean Jacket's arms. That was the last thing you could consciously remember. After that you ran and woke up unconscious next to the horse paddock. A horrible feeling spread in your stomach. "What if... no. I can't even think like that."

Angel was safe. You were sure of that. No one had as much useless knowledge about alien attacks and UFOs as Angel. If anyone could survive something like that, it would be him. You couldn't think anything else. Tears welled up in your eyes and the nauseating feeling spread throughout your body. It almost felt like your throat was closing up. Angel couldn’t be hurt. You wouldn’t know what to do. Last night you had been talking to him. He was afraid and still he didnt think twice about helping you. You wished you could have just grabbed his stupid face and gave him a kiss. Maybe this could have been the last chance to do so. But you were too nervous. The handsome man with his way to goodlooking smile would never be interested in you. And maybe he was dead now. You didnt see him after all that happend. Jean Jacket could have eaten him. That was the new life you had to make sense now. The guy you had a massive crush on got eaten by an alien that looked like a fucking eye. You were sure you wouldnt find a support group for something like that. You started crying even more. The tears were running down your cheeks. He needs to be alive. Everything around you started spinning. You were ready to puke but instead you collapse in front of the Haywoods door.

Its about two Hours later when Angel finally reaches the house. Its already dark outside. The aching pain in his Body is distrecting him from his enviroment. He doesn’t remember what truly happend. Stuff was laying around and he was trying hard not to trip over it. A small Body was laying on the Front portch. He would recognise this face anywhere. It was in his mind and in his dreams for the last weeks. He wanted to shout your name but his voice was to croaky. He reached the porch and sat down next to you. His hands were cold and sprinkled with his own blood. He reached up to your head and started stroking your hair. He let out a rough chuckle. Even though you just fought an alien and survived you still looked really nice. You always looked nice. And pretty. He had thought about telling you before the whole plan, but somehow he was too nervous. Normally he was outgoing and loud,often annoying the people around him. He really liked talking and so he was doing it most of the day. But every time he spent alone with you he didnt know what to say. He was suddenly quiet. His mind was racing at the same time trying to come up with the perfect thing to say. And his hands where fidgeting with the nearest object. You were also smart and interested in the things he was rambling to OJ and Em about. And sometimes you looked at him. It felt like you could truly see him. Looking through him, into his soul. Finding his deepest darkest secrets but not being able to look away. Angel knew he adored you the first time he saw you walking towards him. And now here you where laying in his arm. But not exactly in the way he had dreamed about it. Your hair was soft against his chapped fingers. He saw your eyes open.

„ hey, are you alright? Can you hear me?“

The first thing you saw where his bleached hair and that handsome smirk. His arms where wrapped around you, securing your weak body. One hand was caressing your cheek the other was holding you tightly against his chest. His body was covered in bloody wounds and cuts. It was probably hurting him holding you that way but he didnt really seemed to care.

„ i thought i lost you.“

You started crying. He was alive.

„ that stupid fucking filmmaker. He could have gotten you killed.“

Angel was trying to hold it in, but started quietly crying too.

„ I am alright. We both survived. We will be alright.“

Tears where running down both of your faces. Your hand was touching his cheek. You were leaning into him. His eyes were darting to your mouth. And before you could really think about it your hands where both cupping his face and he closed the proximity between you too. It was a short and soft kiss. You were pressing your foreheads against each other. Softly mumbling with closed eyes and a lowered voice.

„Yes. I think so too. We will be alright, Angel.“

Thinking about Weird Barbie and how she's the very obviously queer outsider of the Barbie world, she straddles the lines between Barbie and the Real World. She's the most aware of the performative nature of it all. She supports Barbie while also gently mocking her panic at losing the hyperfeminine perfection. Her weird house is also home to the discontinued reject weird Barbies, the outcasts (including very gay earring Ken) who never fell into either the original matriarchy or the Kentriarchy brainwashing.

The other more classically heteronormative and beautiful Barbies both pity and fear her, and at first the narrative pities her as well. She's the vessel of girls going weird and crazy and feral on their dolls and that's amazing. Weird Barbie is aware of who she is and how the world sees her and she loves it. She's Weird Barbie and She Owns It.

Imagine actually being so evil that you'd rather make sure your writers suffer financially instead of just paying them the pay they deserve. Hell truly has some seats reserved already, holy shit.