But Imagine This

Life as a superhero sucks. People are abusing your name, lying about how they’re your best friend, and calling you because they can’t find their phone. One day, you’ve had enough. Today is the day you become a villain.

your characters literally don’t need a reason to be lgbt. no lgbt person in real life has a reason for being lgbt. we just are. if somebody says your character has to have a ‘reason’ to be diverse, they’re full of shit. diversity isn’t an aberration from the norm. it’s an accurate reflection of reality.

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Me, at my character whom I created, whose dialogues I write, whose actions I decide, whose development and personality are completely under my control: Why are you such a bitch

Being “hangry” probably isn’t just childish behavior but a survival instinct to help humans kill to eat when modern food sources aren’t available

Which OC is most likely to be stuck in the snow wearing only shorts and a t-shirt?

Unbeknownst to you, Death was watching from the corner of the hospital room when you were being born. Fascinated by life, it imprinted on you. As the years went by, Death saw you often being bullied at school and couldn’t do anything but watch; as taking the life of your bullies would have been too much of a verdict. However, you have just been kidnapped and Death is pissed.

Before was was was, was was is.

This is the literal best writing advice I have ever read. Period.

Special note: “Kill someone” means kill someone in the story. Please do not kill random real life passers by every time you hit a block. My lawyer says misunderstanding writing advice is not an acceptable defense. See you all in 25 to 50 years.

oh my god

One day, you’re driving along with a parent. As you pass a graveyard, they tell you jokingly “Hold your breath, you don’t want any spirits gettin’ in ya!” You roll your eyes and breathe normally, at least until you feel an odd tingling in your lungs. Immediately after, you hear a voice in your head. “Thanks kid, I was getting bored in my grave.”