The police in Scotland have the chance to do the most funniest thing right now.

consider: aquamarine (2006) but zikki. that's it that's the post

Not to be weird but there’s some situations in which a romance plot does work.

Planet of the Daleks

THE THIRD DOCTOR AND JO GRANT PER STORY

It's the end of the outline as we know it

and I feel fine!

i ADORE yoyr skills in making characters with wildly complex personalities. how do you do it this well

THANK YOU!!! I HAVE NO FECKIN IDEA!!!

i usually just start with a concept (heehoo iterator who doesn't care for their puppet and the puppet has a blankie thrown over it and there's creepy peepy teefs under there) and then built off from that (the character now leads death itself to its family no matter how much it hurts and tears away at it because it recognizes this is ultimately the best thing that can happen to them and it Only wishes for the best for its family cuz it loves them a lot. no matter what it will take, its family will be alright.)- OH a VERY important thing for character making is interconnecting them with other characters!!! that is literally the Most important thing Ever imo. and then details. details are what build the complexity!

the more interactions with other characters and the world you put the peepo thru, the more shaped they will be, i suppose? while still keeping a core idea very clear

also taking inspirations from other characters and then remixing n combining these different inspirations is a valid thing to do. one of Notos' big inspirations is, for example, Wednesday Addams from that netflix show! sometimes the inspiration comes from a certain pack of feelings i get from a song/situation, like for example Zephyr and Johanka by Brotosauři/Joan of Arc in general. Johanka and where i first heard it, the way i first sung it, was already full of so many things that simply applying it to Zephyr gave her a complex personality

and as always -claps- don't forget to give your character low points and weaknesses. but ALSO don't forget to give them their shining moments and strengths

NAMI NEEDS TO GO UP THERE AND FIGHT BIG MOM I AM SO SERIOUS!!! THIS IS A BATTLE FOR THE ROMANCE DOWN TRIO!! SANJI DO NOT DARE TAKE HER SPOT!!!

THE SAME PLUSH CREATOR FOR THE LUMITY PLUSHES HAS PLANS FOR A WILLOW AND HUNTER PLUSH SET LETS GOOOOO

I love my mom but she’s such a fucking liberal

I wanna write my angsty problematic Homura/Sayaka/Madoka fic idea but I have never been good at writing more than one shots and I haven't been able to write a sentence in over a year of literally anything....

Can not imagine cursing my own children and my children's children for the problems that arise for the consequences of my own actions.

okay, screw it!!! chryzure edward tulane / velveteen rabbit au where azure was chrysi’s stuffed bunny from childhood. he was the only one there for her when she got super ill as she got older + she loved him so much that he developed a soul <3 and so he was happy to be w her, even if he was sad she got sicker and sicker as time went on.

then she dies, and azure is… just a silly stuffed bunny. he can’t do anything. he can’t move. he’s got threadbare fur and his glass eyes are chipped and his nose and the lining in his ears are grey. but he was loved so much by chrysi and he wishes he could have her back—he wishes he could go back in time and make her better. she was everything to him. he was hers! her little stuffed rabbit!!!

& bc he loved her so much back, well, she’s reincarnated <3 she gave him a soul by loving him so much—why is his love weaker? it brings back her soul as well!!!

‘course, then azure has to wait for her to come back. he winds up traveling the world (like edward tulane 🤧) and he experiences so many new things that he can’t wait to show chrysi when he can see her again. THEN FINALLY she stumbles across his old, loved stuffed bunny form & keeps him because she feels a little glimmer of familiarity… and maybe she meets his soul via a nutcracker-esque sequence. OH, IM DOING THAT. little bunny keeping his fairy princess safe <333 sobsob…..

she deserved so much more than what she got

Know Your Enemy: Taylor Swift Derangement Syndrome (w/ B.D. McClay)

Matt and Sam talk to B.D. McClay about the right's deranged freakout over Taylor Swift — and what she can tell us about American fame, fortune, and fear.

There are a lot of things I'm sad about in my life. You don't get to go through the kind of medical trauma I've been through and come out unscathed on the other side.

But one thing I'm really bitter about is that I can't remember my wedding anymore. The pernicious anemia took it from me and wiped my brain clean. Except it's not clean, not really. I remember it in patches. Like red wine stains on a white rug that have never quite lifted out no matter how hard you try.

I look at the pictures on my bookcase, and they feel like remembering a story someone else has told me. There's a young woman in a white dress wearing my face, and she looks happy. I'm happy for her. But you can see the strain around her eyes, too. The pain she's hiding because no one with authority believes her when she says her body doesn't feel right. That something is Wrong.

They won't believe her for another decade. They won't believe her until it's almost too late, and it's that lateness that will rob her of her memories and turn them into a wavering rainbow suspended in the fine haze of watery sunlight that occasionally surfaces through the blanks.

There's one memory that's real, though. Solid. It's not my vows. It's not my father walking me down the aisle. (Though those are there, just hazy and dream-like). It's our first dance.

It's the lights dimming around the room as the staff cleared the floor, causing the fishbowls full of white roses and LED lights on the tables to wobble like pools of moonlight against dark paneled walls.

It's the band inviting us out onto the floor and us giggling because we know what's coming next, and no one else does. It's the twang of a banjo reverberating around the room through the speakers, followed by the dulcet tones of Kermit the Frog wondering why there are so many songs about rainbows.

It's us waltzing around the enclosed circle of light, singing to each other out of tune and grinning like idiots as everyone around us starts to laugh.

It's everyone joining in on the song because it's the Muppets, and everyone knows the words. It's 100+ people singing the Rainbow Connection, some laughing, some a bit tearful, because it's bringing back memories. Because it's making a new one.

It's looking up at my new husband through the brain fog and all the pain in my body and thinking, "I want to remember this moment forever."

I don't know what entity was out there listening to me at that moment and chose to grant that wish. I don't know why this is the one memory that stuck while everything else in my brain got decimated into scattered, fragmented snapshots. But I'm so, so thankful it is.

Though, I could have done without it randomly coming on my YouTube music out of nowhere to hit me in the emotions like a brick to the back of the head. Jesus Christ.

Absolutely love my mother being upset with me for being upset with my cousin for yet again thinking she’s the most important thing in the universe and my mother telling me she wishes I’d just find some other way to die already!